Part- 3 Mr Fierce

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Waking beside some man wasn't what I even had foreseen in my nightmares but it happened. My saviour and ruthless man was snoozing beside me and that too in a bathrobe. No, this time I ain’t going to run my mind in some wild direction as I remember correctly then last night when he outraged me that moment too he was in this but I neglected it because my mind was already preoccupied and of course, I was scared like hell to notice anything else.

Doesn't he have any sense? First, he shouldn't have slept beside me, and second, in a bathrobe? But it's my mistake from whom I am expecting it.

Mr. Fierce.

This is the name I have given him. I also recalled him coming closer to me when I was semi-unconscious. I would have taken him wrong if I didn't have a blur memory where he helped in taking my medicines and politely told me his name, which I undoubtedly cannot recall at this moment. But it doesn't mean I have forgotten his prior behavior, and who knows after waking up, he will again act like a pompous person and hurt my self-esteem. So, I am determined to leave from here after writing a thank you note. Also, I have another reason behind my disappearing from here, and that is I don’t want my Uncle to find me and force me into marriage with his new business partner. And of course, Joseph, my adversary, he shouldn't reach and drag me from here.

Reckoning this, I looked for my backpack so I could at least freshen up before leaving. Also, it is necessary because my money and personal stuff are all there.

Huh! Can my destiny be nice to me, even for once? I guess no, as here I couldn't find my stuff and felt like laughing at myself and giving some abuse for being such an unlucky girl so some luck can favor me.

But I should keep this aside as I have a lifetime opportunity to abuse myself. At this moment, I have to think about how to get my stuff, and for this, I have two options before me.

First, wake him and politely ask him.

Second, wait for him to wake up and himself tell me about my things.

Considering the disastrous outcome of the first option, I choose the second one. Besides, I can't just run away from here, so I decided to go outside and inquire about my belongings. Quietly slipping out of the room, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been holding my breath inside the room to ensure he wouldn't wake up. It's not that I'm still scared of him, but I just don't want to face him, so it's best for me to avoid him and go my own way.

Confused, I walked down the corridor, trying to find the reception to seek help. However, this hotel gives me a creepy feeling, unlike its impressive rooms. Maybe it's better if I stay inside. Just as I was about to turn back, I heard a door opening.

"Excuse me, can I know which place is this?" I asked a man who came out of the adjacent room.

"Sure, sweetheart. Looks like you came here with someone in a drunken state, that's why you don't remember anything. But don't worry; I'm a responsible netizen who will gladly help you," he said, lustfully looking at me and putting his arm around my waist.

"Another rich brat," I mumbled, swiftly stomping on his feet and giving him a sweet smile.

"Ouch! Did you hurt me on purpose? Well, please don't take back your words, as I really need your help," I said, walking away, crossing my arms and giving him a stern look.

"You? You slut," he yelled at me, his face turning red, and tried to hold me back, but I quickly moved away, smirking at him.

"You know, if I want, I can easily make you impotent, so don't even think about touching someone without their permission. But right now, I'm dealing with my own problems, so I won't invite more trouble for myself. Leave on your own while I'm still being nice, or else I can do something about it," I warned him harshly. He gave me a glare but didn't affect me, eventually storming off while mumbling something.

This wasn't the first time someone tried to harass me. My cousin's friends and my uncle's business associates had made such attempts before, so I know how to handle such situations. It still scares me deep down, but I won't let them see it.

Putting that incident behind me, I decided to move on and approach someone sensible instead of going back to my room. But then I noticed a sign.

"We hope you enjoy your best night here."

Best night? I thought, looking around and finally understanding what this place really was.

Couples were coming out of their rooms, and their appearance said it all.

Oh, so that's why I collided with the rich brat in the morning. This place isn't just any hotel; it's a motel where businessmen come for one-night stands with their prey. My anger flared up at this realization, anger I had been trying to suppress. There's no point in seeking help from anyone here or going to the reception, as I can already imagine the looks I'd get. But I definitely need to confront Mr. Arrogant, who brought me here.

"You bloody monster! Did you think of me as some slut? No, that's not what I'll say. Why should I degrade myself like that? Let me come up with something else. But before any new ideas could surface, I collided with someone.

"Don't you have eyes?" I yelled at the person, despite knowing the mistake was mine, and looked up to find it was none other than Mr. Arrogant.

"Did I hear correctly, Ms. Gray? I was completely sober, but you seem to be out of it. Are you still feeling like you might fall to the ground?" he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking once again.

"No, I thought—" I hesitated for a moment; this was unexpected, and I didn't expect to encounter the one I was cursing in the hallway.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you when it was my mistake. But can we go inside and talk about something important right now?" I said, rubbing my hands together and mustering courage. I shouldn't get distracted or scared because of him.

Surprisingly, he nodded and turned, walking ahead. I never thought he'd agree so easily without taunting me. Well, let me not dwell on it and follow him.

As we entered the room, he turned towards me and casually put his hand in his pocket.

By the way, did I mention he has changed into formal attire? Anyway, let's focus on the present.

"When are you leaving from here?" Ah, sometimes this man can be sensible. No, actually, he can't.

"I'll leave, but my backpack is missing. Where is it? And do you even know what kind of place this is? And how dare you bring me here?" I managed to keep my tone as composed as possible, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Yeah, ignore it. A few minutes ago, I was preparing to be bold.

"Your huge backpack is in my car, and you should be thankful that I brought you here instead of leaving you in the car. You must have turned into a polar bear by now if I had left you there. And what's wrong with this place? Yes, it may not match up to my standards, but I doubt you can afford it either," he tauntingly said, and it hurt my self-esteem.

I can't afford it? Oh, gosh! It's true that my living conditions weren't great at my Uncle's bungalow, but he is wealthy, thanks to my parents who expanded grandpa's business. My Uncle and Aunt live a lavish lifestyle, and I often attend expensive parties and stay at luxurious hotels. So, his remark is utter nonsense, but I can't reveal my identity or talk about my opulent lifestyle; otherwise, he might call my relatives here.

"I guess you have no idea about the kind of place this is, so let it go. Give me my backpack, and I'll leave. Since you believe I can't afford this place, it's better for me to leave on my own before you insult me again," I said sarcastically.

He seemed completely taken aback by my change in demeanor, which is natural when someone's behavior takes a sudden turn. Last night, I must have appeared timid to him, but now, giving him such a reply, I can understand why his lips sealed in shock.

"You'll get your backpack once my driver arrives. Now excuse me," he said, noticing me smirking at him. I'm sure he's going to find out the reality of this place. I hope I can see the look on his face when he learns about it, but then again, I don't even know who he is.

Absurdly, I closed my eyes at my thoughts and went over to the recliner, sitting down and tossing some magazine papers. Then, my gaze fell on a photograph.

Yes, this photo is of Mr. Fierce.

As I stared at the picture, memories from last night flooded back. The way he rescued me from danger, how he took care of me when I was unwell, and yet, how he turned into a different person when we were alone. A complicated mixture of emotions swirled inside me. On one hand, I felt grateful for his help, but on the other, his rude behaviour left me feeling hurt and confused.

What kind of person is he? And why am I thinking about him? I feel like he is going to change my life.

But how?

Would it be good or worse than before?

Agh! Instead of giving him more attention, let me focus on myself and my well-being. I should think about where I can go now to ensure my safety and plan my next steps carefully.

But again the question arises- where? I don’t know what future has stored for me. I just hope I don’t fall in adverse situation.

To be continued.