Before everyone, Jayden rose from his seat and motioned me to get up from my and go with him. As I rose from my seat and was towards him, he placed his hand on my lower back and escorted me towards the door. I could feel the gazes upon me.
'Did he really doing these things just because he owes me? does he do these kinda things for other girls too?' I kept asking these things to myself. With the ding of lift's arrival made me come to senses again. As the lift's door opened a beautiful blonde stepped outside, first she looked at Jayden with a bright smile and then her eyes fell on me, she looked at me as if I was a leech who was with him to suck his money and fame.
'Hey Jayden!', she hugged him.
'Hello Vieira, let me introduced to our new member of the crew Alyssa Jordan, writer of the New York bestsellers, Alyssa this is Vieira my P.A and childhood friend of mine.'
She smiled at me, probably a fake one. She turned towards Jayden, ' Jay the UK client want a face to face to discuss about the tender and the collaboration.'
'Vieira we'll discuss the things over call okay?', he gave her a smile, he held my hand and entered into the lift. He still was holding my hand.
'Now you can leave hand MR. Greyson.', I said.
He looked at me, he realised that he really was holding my hand for way long.
'Alyssa Jordan, I just wanted to make you feel secure enough'.
'Well now I am okay, so you can....mmmhhmmm!!', I said with a smile.
He dropped me to my house, there was a awkward silence between us all the way.
'Did I do something wrong?' this question was I kept thinking about this question.
'Miss Jordan we're here ', he said with a smile.
I got off from the car. He also got off from his car, he leaned on the left side car door, looking at me.
'You're so rude Miss Jordan you know that.'
I turned around and asked him 'why?'
He scoffed, walked towards me. His gigantic body pinned me on the door of house, I was flustered. He was slowly drawing his face towards mine, my body my reacting to his touch and I was ashamed that my face was flustered. I could see his firm muscles beneath his boring cloth of his shirt. His face was awfully close to mine, and oh good grace, his eyes were deep into soul, his gaze was making me to tear and pull out those feelings, urges which I've been kept buried deep inside my heart.
'H-E-L-LO!', those words came out in a wobbly way , he plastered my body on to the door. I could feel his long fingers flew over on to the door knob reversing it to open. As the door opened I couldn't manage my body weight and was about face the ground, he held my hand and pulled me closer to his chest . The smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
'Oh Jordan, what ya gonna do without me?', he gave a cheeky grin. The scent of his cologne was strong. I hurriedly got away from his chest, maintained my distance.
'Your home is a piece of art you know that!', he looked around the hallway and the ceiling.
'I know right my dad was really into these kinda thing like royal and classy decore' , I went in to the kitchen to make for us... As i was bringing that to him I heard some murmuring as I got close to the sitting room entrance, I could hear him talking. Out of sheer curiosity I peeked inside the room, and saw him talking to himself and he was holding my picture in his hand.
'I should've made you mine right then when I saw you on the beach on the Whitehaven beach, I never realised that I also can fall in love.'
My feet were pinned to the ground, my whole body was shivering. In that very moments I faced those most horrible yet most beautiful moments of life. 'Why does these moments had to come into my life again again?'
My hands were shaking, i couldn't hold the weight of the coffee mugs anymore, they fell on to the ground with a shattering sound. He looked and my stone like body. I barely managed to walk up to him. With a wobbly voice i asked him, 'What did you say just now?'
I could say that he never felt this much anxiety and fear in his all life by looking at his face.
'WH--what?, i didn't say anything at all'.
'I clearly heard you you saying that you saw me in a beach in Australia'.
From the excessive anxiety I could feel warm blood coming out of my nose, head was becoming dizzy and vision was getting blurry.
From the excessive anxiety I could feel warm blood coming out of my nose, head was becoming dizzy and vision was getting, I still was asking him, 'where did you see me? When did you see me?'
Before I could hear his answer I fall on to the ground.
...…
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on my bed in my bedroom. I got up and saw a note on the side table.
I picked up the noted from the table. Started to read.
" I know you're angry on me, I don't know if I did something wrong. Yes! I lied, partially. YOU! I don't know what you do to me, you provoke to be person I'm not. I'm a cold, emotionless person, a person who used to see girls as an object to please him. From that day, when you were laughing and running around the beach like a child, your smile, the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes smile. But you know what back then you were someone else's possession and I could feel being happy with you, touching your bare skin, limbs to limbs, your body smelling like his perfume sleeping placing your head on his chest, I could imagine...
When I saw your face on the news on that very moment all could think about the view of yours in that beach and I knew that THIS TIME I WON'T LET YOU SLIP YOU OFF...."