Chapter 2 • Waiting for tomorrow•

~Waiting for someone eagerly to wake up is as restless as walking along on your dreams~

Alex's POV :

"Open, the door quickly.," I screamed at my assistant, Brad.

He quickly opened the door for me.

Both of them sat at the front seat one at a driver seat and another beside him.I was seated on the back seat with her, her head resting on my shoulders and her hair falling off on her beautiful face.

"What do you intend to do with her? "he asked with the mixed voice.I knew he was scared that I might do something that would ruin my reputation among the public.

"Brother, you shouldn't have messed with the girl. You know a girl can cause downfall of your career just in an instant, "Risa said placing her hands on her forehead in frustration.

"I'm not messing with her. Just drive," I assured them that I was doing nothing wrong and I would never do something that would ruin both my dreams and her.

"Are you really okay with that brother. You never let any girls to disturb you before.I cannot let this to happen.It may really hamper your career," he tried to coerce but I wasn't in the mood to listen to his unwanted cries.

Heart wants what it wants and it does what it does.My heart now wanted her to be safe and at this moment I don't think there would be anyone either than me who could keep her safe and sound.

"Just drive," I advised madly as I was already frustrated with their chains of never ending queries.

He kept on saying lots of stuffs during whole drive without stopping his chatterbox mouth for a while and I kept on listening to him quietly.

Right now I had no intention to explain myself to him neither I had any choice.

But suddenly we had to stop the car in between when she suddenly started to make a sound of yuck.

"Isn't she going to puke? Stop the car. Get her down,"Risa shouted.

I know how girls could really over reactive on this term called puke.

I have heard that a single girl can make all the girls around her puke in some minutes.

So we had to stop in the middle of the highway and get her out in order to puke. She was unconsciously puking at the side of the highway and yeah both of them were rarely helping me as I was the one who insisted to bring her with me.

"Bring a bottle of water, "I urged them.

They brought me the bottle of water, no couple of bottle of water.

"I will help her clean, " finally Risa moved forward.

"No, I will do it myself, "I took away the water from her hand and cleaned her face with a tissues which was handed to me by Brad.

I don't know why but suddenly I started to have the feelings of possessiveness with her. Like I own her.

Then, we got her back to our seats headed towards the hotel.

"Alex! bro! do you really know her? " Brad spouted again with his detective question. I think he should be on secret agency for criminals instead being an assistant for me.

I looked at him and winked one of my eyes to him which was obviously confusing him more.

"What is it? Why don't you just tell me? "he asked all confused,  rounding the steering but constantly glancing  back at me.

"Fine. I know her but very long before. She may not even remember me," finally I opened the relationship between her and me which obviously, they thought was weird and not important at all.

"How can she not remember you, sir? You are the great singer. She would only be fool or blind, if she doesn't know you," Risa added as she was proud of all the fame I own.

I smiled awkwardly cause I couldn't even comprehend about her memory whether she remembers me or not until she wakes up.

She was still resting her head and sleeping calmly on my shoulders after all the puking ruckus she had created.

The car stopped halted in front of the luxurious seven star hotel which was booked for me and my staff who were in charge if me.

"Risa, you take care of her. And, make sure I should find her in good condition tomorrow. You can share your room with her. I will pay you extra for this and also change her dress," I said as I got out of the car. Anxiousness and nervousness all painted on my face.

"I understand, " she responded immediately.

I got out of the car at first and walked to the hotel room to avoid the those stupid reporters called paparazzi always  looking suspiciously at me.

The car did again another round and then, they got her out of the car and got back to Risa's room.

Their rooms were just beside mine. That was even easy for me to take care of her.

"Risa, you really have to take care of her, alright!" I reminded her one more time.

She made a poker face for some time and I understood she was irritated by my behaviour. Actually, I had never been like this.

After, getting back to my room, I changed my outfit. It was really heavy and tiring.

I changed and went for shower.

I took a shower and got out from there.

I changed to the comfortable T-shirt and a trousers.

And, threw myself on the bed.

It was really tiring day.

I wanted to rest but her face was constantly appearing in front of my eyes. They were flowing like the streams of water flooding on the lake.

I raised my back and thought again to visit her.

I knocked the door of Risa.

She opened the door and this time though she didn't say I had seen how unhappy Risa was.

"What is it sir?" she asked leaning her head on the door with the tired expressions.

"Can I see her once? " I requested.

She looked at me with an amazement and this was continuously repeated today.

She opened the door as she threw her hands in air and stood right behind it.

I glanced at her sleeping soundly on the bed.

I pulled the blanket for her, managed her strangled hair and kept it behind her face.

Ahum... Risa coughed. Surely, a man-made one. This was meant to signal me that I should go back to my room and shouldn't look at the strange lady who they had encountered some moments ago.

"Was she your ex or what? "she said throwing both of her hands in the air.

"She has no comparisons with my ex. She is just much more than that...," I said as I glanced at her one more time.

Then, I walked to be back to my room.

"Please, it's a girl room. Don't knock it again. "she said that and closed the door.

Yeah, I was acting a little bit too much maybe.

But she really holds that great place in my life.

If she hadn't been there then, I wouldn't have become what I have become now.

She is the initial and crucial part of my history that I could never delete her from my life and would never be able to forget all my life.

I just don't understand why she was in that state?

Why was she being bullied by them?

Why was she telling me that she wanted to marry me and had come here to marry me?

The whole night, I was turning left to right or right to left, twirling around again and again.

No, girl had ever made me this much restless.

I completely forgot about her. I never met her after that but her face, I was amazed that I was able to recognize it, just after few glances.

I was just waiting for the morning.

For the morning and to ask to her.

She... Does she remember me? Or doesn't she?

I will know that tomorrow morning.

Awaiting for the tomorrow morning..... Gosh, this night is long. Waiting for tomorrow.