Chapter 67: Chapter 67

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Shawn??

Is the man dressed in a black suit is Shawn?

His eyes were still the same, and so was his way of whispering my name.

What was he doing here?

Did he invite me here to get me murdered?

"What are you saying? I am smiley,"  I let out my breath which I was holding from utter shock.

He smirked at my response and whispered to me again, " I know you are Ashely Brooke!"

"You. You invited me here?"

Why would he invite me here? Oh, why I am announcing it as inviting? When the manager didn't ask about my concern.

"No," he was as firmed as he was before with no sentiments in his eyes as he has been deprived by the evil society.

"So why I am here?"

I was still moving my waist with the flow of rhythm in any case the other decided to do something.

"How do I know? I was here for a business deal and then the man who was going to sign the papers wanted to affectionate me, so he must have arranged you for that!"

"What do you think you are explaining?" I hissed again with caution.

"Why are you wearing this short dress? You do have any idea what this man is about to do with you?"

His eyes were bored into me.

And now when your eyes get sunken in the hollowness when you think about the whereabouts of what has occurred if Shawn was not here.

Now, it all makes sense to me. When I fall to the ground at the mall, my body was almost naked.

The manager is involved in sending girls here and there to please other men so that he can earn a good amount of money.

That's why he gave me the dress which was barely covering my body and ordered me to dance, to infatuate his mind with my moves.

How utterly dumb I am?

Why didn't I think about this before?

What was in my mind when he gave me the dress and ordered me to go to a hotel.

He almost made me a slut!

I almost became a slut! But not anymore! I am going from here. Running away from this horrendous place.

"You celebrate. I am going," I uttered in my anxious voice.

"Going where?"

What does he want? Does he want to take advantage of me?

"Well. I am not interested in becoming a slut!" I murmured with venom in my voice.

'And do you think? You would be able to go out easily from here?" He raised one of his eyebrows.

As much as I hate to confirm it but he is right! It is next to impossible to go out in normal conditions.

"So what should I do? Should I become a slut now? Should I soul my body to these filthy bastards?"

The anger in me was outrageous if I had been given a chance to kill a person in my life. I will kill that vicious manager for playing with me.

"No! You are not going to do that! After all, you are the fiance of Mr Blake Jensen,"

His dismissive statement made me even more evident to punch him out till he loses his senses.

"That Mr Blake Jensen is missing! Therefore, you have no right to kill me his fiancee. He was pathetic as you are!"

I snapped at him, his name was making my blood boil from anger. Why don't that fucking Jensen leave me alone?

"Listen, Ashley, you don't have any choice. either do as I say and get from here clean as you were before, or become his mistress!"

When I calculated all the actions in my mind, all the scenarios and all the outcomes of life. I only realise one thing he was right, and I have to give attention to whatever he is going to command.

"So what's the plan?" I whispered in a very low voice with caution while still moving my waist in the perfect rhythm.

"I will give him as much drink as possible so that he will lose his sense and in the meantime, you will flirt with me-

I snapped at him again.

-so that he won't get suspicion on you," he smirked.

"And then?"

"When he was on the verge of passing out I will take you with me,"

" what do you mean?" I interrupted again.

"I mean I will take you out from this hotel, and by doing that no one will get pessimistic for us. "

"Why no one will get pessimistic for us?" I questioned him again.

"Because you are invited here to entertain us if the other person will not be in his right mind, I have all the rights to take you out!"

I know this was all rubbish but his words do make sense, at least to me.

"Now I am going to knock him out by filling his bladder with alcohol, you can continue your silly dance here,"

I stomped on his foot.

The man who was on the sofa enjoying the show glanced with curiosity at me.

So to ease the tension Shawn did one or two steps with me.

The man was convinced that Shawn and I are enjoying each other's company.

Shawn went and poured a large glass of whiskey for him and managed to make a small peg for himself.

"Why did you make a small peg for yourself?

The tension was clear, what if Shawn messes everything? What if he tried to touch me?

I will kill myself before anything happen to me if I didn't get a chance to run away from here.

"Mr Stockholm, the whiskey drives me into a wild beast and I don't want to scare that girl, you know!" He smirked.

And in reply that bastard chuckled.

Pathetic! Pathetic!

I wanted to slap both of them!

But I also want to live a little more, so that I can save my mother. I don't want her to become ill and die! I don't want her to become blind and helpless because I am not capable enough to support her.

That donkey drank all the contents of the glass in one spilt as it was nothing for him.

Shawn stared at him in horror. How could he drink one large glass of whiskey in a second?

That bastard is dangerous!

But it is a reasonable idea to let him get drunk?

It is reasonable enough to save me?

He poured him another glass of whiskey but it got empty in a second.

And after almost two minutes that bastard crossed all the limits and drank the whole bottle of whiskey within a second.

Ge was supposed to lose his sense and fall to the ground, but he didn't!

Instead, his deathly eyes were staring at me right into my soul.

As he is going to rip my body out in pieces. I was shaking and rambling from horror.

I didn't wish for this type of end.

At least I deserve some respect, it would have been much better if  I die on the road being poor rather than here tormented by a beast.

He stood up and took a step in my direction.

My breath was hitched, I was shaking from head to toe, and the sweat was travelling from my head to my leg.

And my heart? It was into pieces!

There is nothing I can do anymore.

But I am not going to submit it! I will fight till the end.

He came closer, a little closer. When I looked around. I didn't find any door to run, any window to jump, any pathway to hide.

But it's about my respect, my dignity! And I am not going to lose it at any cost!

His eyes were red; bloodshot red. He was dangerously closer to me, I could breathe his misty scent that was hovering over my figure.

"Baby," and with that, he touched my waist and pulled me into his hard chest.