-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++(-+-+-+ It lasted only a second for me. I have tried anyway to shield my face from my hair, so he would no longer be kissing me. With all the history with Mr Jensen, I don't want to create another mockery of my life with Mr Stewart. He gave me his blazer to shield me from the paparazzi's cameras, I borrowed it anyway to hide my real identity if only I would be able to find Blake Jensen, aspects would have been different. He clasped my hand with him and guided me to come inside the building. We were walking side by side, our arms were brushing with each other making me shudder in horror again. I could feel the glances of everyone around me. They must be believing I am Mr Stewart's girlfriend. Some girls were flickering to stare at us, while some were simply furious to even think. However, I tried to remain calm as much as possible to keep my posture low, I am not going to intrude publicly on anything to make matters even worse. Besides that,
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++++-++-+++++-++-++++ Silence! Absolute utter silence! The silence could kill anyone including me. The silence is terrifying to me. I have seen the movement in his body, the lines were created on his face. And his orbs were diluted for a second before they went normal. "Who is Mr Jensen?" He raised one of his eyebrows directing me to ask nothing in the name of Jensen's But the last time I checked, he was in his building, they both are big businessmen. "Mr Blake Jensen," I let out a whisper, taking his name after a long time, out my body into feeling jittery. "Haven't heard about him yet," he started reading the paper which was inside the black file. "And about London?" My voice became quirky, hard to comprehend anything about life. "Yes Ms Brooke, I still remember you left your dinner and ran away, " he narrowed his eyes. Ouch! That hurts! I did wrong to leave him, to get back to that furious man who is missing now. When I didn't say a word to him as I was
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-++- - When I was a little child, I used to think beauty is what we see on television, and I used to believe that I can never be beautiful enough to match their standards but when I found myself getting a makeover, I realise everything is fake from hair to a nail and no one can do anything about it. perhaps, it's about our perception too, we stare at those things which we find brilliant, doesn't matter what it costs to develop them. "What are you doing? Sit straight?" I heard Sam's thrashing voice bleeding my ears. I was seated in a straight posture but he was not satisfied, he thinks I am a clown or at least he wants me to become a clown. "Your shoulders are too wide, your lips are too plump, your eyebrows look like a forest, and your hair? From how many days you have not washed them?" I opened my mouth to revert him but his deadly glare made me silent again. "Don't you dare to open your mouth, I am working on you, " I have not uttered a sin
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a second my breath got hitched and my eyes went wide when I saw the image of Blake Jensen in front of my eyes. he was as devilish as he was before, the spark in his eyes was more glorious now, and a relevant smile was spread across his face. the stubble around his jaw was telling me he had not slept in the previous night. His eyes were darker than sparky and I felt a tint in my heart just looking at him with the concentration demanding. "Blake? Is that you?" I almost whispered his name and felt it on my tongue after so long, the way he was staring at me with concentration made me jump in my heart. "Why? Were you expecting someone else?" The sudden transpiration of tone made me quirky even more. "What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows and pointed my gaze toward
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- who dares he to ask me such a question while crossing his limits? He must the wealthiest person in this nation but he is no one in my eyes. and he should know his place especially, after treating me like an object. I am getting late and this man has the guts to show his rage in front of my eyes. I searched for any suitable outfit in the cupboard then my eyes landed on the black sweetheart neckline shimmery dress, I purchased it when I was working for him. in a hope that someday I will wear it, but destiny played its game and I have to use it know. he was sitting on the chair and continuously glancing in my direction in a hope that he could get a single hint but I didn't care or I didn't appreciate his presence, I already told him to leave. perhaps his mindset is more rigid than my wording. ther
-=-=---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- truth be told I am not ready to face Mr Stewart when I am too late on the first day of my new journey. I am alone with my thoughts while having an image of Blake Jensen in my head. why the hell does he come again into my life? it would have been much better if he never appeared near me again. I composed myself, my posture in a manner of walking straight as those models walk on ramps after all I am going to do what I have planted in my dreams for too long. the elevator alarmed me that my destination has finally arrived, so in crossing the hurdle of my life jumped on the floor, right ahead of his cabin and knocked. Within a second, I found myself getting pulled by his arm. And I felt my back against the wall. His hands were pressing my arms while he had anger in his eyes. "What were you doing?" What should I say? That I have somehow en
-+++++-++--+++--++-+++-++++++-++++(++(------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Days are passing in a blur and in just a blink of an eye, I have come to know that one week has already passed. I am in my bed, wondering about that time when I was afraid to even look straight into the camera and look at me now. those photographers of mine did wonders in the modelling world. the product I was endorsing has reached new heights and now I can proudly declare that my pictures are giving competition to Sophia's. my head is light as a feather as I am flying high in the sky but I am anxious to fall hard on the ground, especially when I have a mother who is sleeping peacefully next to me. I read the text by Mr Stewart, it was written in bold letters that he is organising an event for the success of his newly launched product. and I have to be there on time because I m going to be the centre attraction. in the meantime, I have realised th
+-+-+-+--+-+-+++&-+-++-----+-+++-+-+-+-- My heart was heavy and my mind was spinning in circles, maybe I am going to live my dream. I stepped out and felt thousands of flashes on me. For a moment I thought I am going to lose my balance but I didn't. Mr Stewart was there to hold my hand, he slid his other arm around my waist, guiding me inside the hotel when I could hear everyone affectionately chanting my name. I have never realised the paparazzi would greet me so gently after associating my name with Mr Jensen. I felt nervous, proud, indicated and abducted in the same manner when I felt thousands of eyes on me.The hotel is indeed the most expensive one. Its interior was specially crafted by world-famous interior designers. I could see the huge chandelier that was hanging in its proud manner, illuminating its light at all corners. The dress I was wearing was inked to my body as it solely belongs to me and for the very first time I am feeling confident in my attire. I could see