Part - 2 Is he going to kiss me?

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Ariana's pov

Inhale, exhale.

After continuously trying to do it since my eyes opened and looked at surrounding which was totally bizarre but couldn't get anything which could be helpful for me, I annoyingly sat and the first thing I did was checking my dress and after realising that my dignity is still with me, a sigh of relief went inside me. No, I didn't reach the verdict merely on the basis of observing my clothes but it was because of the word 'pain' which wasn't in the bottom of my body.

Thank you!

After the thanking to my God, I held my head only realising it is heavy like someone put thousands of kilos of stuff at it and squinted eyes siding this headache as it wasn't something new or important for me more than finding the answer of my next question which was where I am?

Finding this answer, I stepped down from the bed and forced myself to walk towards the door but before it could happen, someone's step sound entered my ear which made me agitated and frightened, all kinds of negative thoughts which I was suppressing commenced in the brain.

What if Joseph here?

Or

Some of his men?

As far as my memory is clear, that driver's face clearly reflected that ruthless man is not going to help me, so no chance that he brought me here and my fate couldn't be lucky that much where I could imagine someone else coming as my saviour.

Instead of scolding my time to acknowledge who might be this person, it would be better if I could hide somewhere and nothing is better than behind the cupboard so I could even get to know who this person is.

Why me? Wasn't it enough snatching my parents at the age of 13? Or making me adopted by an Uncle whose sole interest was in Dad's insurance money? Or Aunt's happiness over a free slave? Or Joseph had bad eyes on me?

I was busy in swearing my fate but astonished by eavesdropping to somebody's yell, "What the fuck is this? Now, where did this girl go?"

This is not Joseph's voice but this voice might be of his man who came to check on me, no I couldn't get caught. Worrying because of it, I peeped at my surroundings and sighed seeing a vase. 

Nervousness and anxious both arouse in my heart even imagining the thoughts which I was getting, of escaping from here.

Hit this vase at his skull.

Throw this vase near him and when he gets stunned then push him and kick him between his legs and run away.

Definitely, the 2nd option is a better choice but before I could even pick that vase, that man gripped my wrist and tugged me towards himself.

My heartbeat nearly stopped thinking I am gone and no one can save me.

"Please leave me, I don't want it," I murmured and slightly opened my eyes so he could at least melt but when I didn't get his response, I opened it fully and found him glancing at me like I am an alien.

Is he going to kill me through his eyes? As his anthracite eyes were hooded and sliced my skin.

"Aren't you Joseph's man?" I asked as from any angle he didn't seem like them also he looked like a vicious man but classy too and his lip remained in a smirk which I mostly saw in parties where my uncle takes me and introduces me as a princess but he forgot I am like Cinderella, a slave.

Agreed, it's ludicrous to reach to some outcome but it's clearly indicating that he is someone rich and I began to coalesce dots and came to another opinion, my Saviour.

Thank you for saving me.

Thinking to say this, I unglued my lips but before something like that could happen, something unexpected took place.

Who I am? He yelled at me, clasped my hand and gave me a look which is usually given to sluts.

"Ariana", " Ariana Gray," normally I don't stammer but when different kinds of emotions attack altogether, my lips stutter, same happened here.

One fact I deciphered that he is aggressive. I am not that kind of person who judges people so quickly but what I should do if someone yells in such situations instead of politely trying to make someone feel better and assure them that they are safe with him.

"Cut your crap, I am not interested in it," he angrily said and twisted my hand and jerked it as a result I fell and some fresh tears came in my eyes.

First of all, he asked my identity and when I replied he pushed me like I am his slave who made some kind of mistake.

Jerk, Arrogant, Devil, so on.

He is all of this and yes belongs to the same category of Joseph, a douchebag.

"I will go now," I said, not wanting to listen to any of his nonsense or reply anything to him because I know a man like him. They think themselves as a righteous and greek god who has rights to behave the way they want.

Cramp! Yes that awesome thing happened to my leg but I forced myself to stand and in this process a sin happened, touching greek god's hand which he immediately took back and blew air.

Wait! Did some dirt go on his hand? Or he has some kind of OCD, whatever I have to go from here.

"Stop your drama, I know girls like you want money, that's why you purposely came towards my car," he said, hurting my self-respect and started checking his purse, perhaps for money. I thought to give him some answers but again, I am feeling dizzy.

Ariana, my darling, please don't get unconscious again. You need to give him an answer as it is enough after that you can get unconscious and the best you can do is fall over him so your body weight can at least give him physical pain.

I was trying to make myself understand but it wasn't working, my knees were getting weak and eyes heavy and the next thing was my body striking the surface. 

"Not again," I could hear his mumbling when I was in a semi-conscious state and felt his breath falling over my face. I and my gutter mind again got into some thoughts, is he going to kiss me? But before I could push him or understand anything, it was already late.

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Aiden's pov

After coming out of the washroom, I looked at the bed in search of her but she wasn't anymore there. For a few seconds, I sighed thinking she left on her own and my eyeball strode towards the door but still, it was closed from the inside.

She is here. 

Definitely, she is here except it, where she would go.  Along with searching her, I scanned the room for my wallet and mobile which seemed missing.

Huh! So the greedy category is from which she belongs. Anger, indignant and all numerous emotions emerged in me at that moment when I decided to help her.

No, I am not going to leave her so easily. A perfect lesson, she needs so she could get to know, she dared to keep her eyes at Aiden's things.

Scanning my eyes again I found my wallet on the floor and mobile at the recliner.

She must have thought to go from here, after stealing my things but luckily I came because of it she could not get succeed, only that scenario is feasible.

There she is, near the cupboard, because of the dim light, her shadow is at the adjacent wall, with slow steps I went and pulled her furiously.

She trembled in the grip and eyelashes squinted rapidly at me with fear and then fully she opened her eyes which were acorn brown.

Acorn Brown? Really it is me who is describing normal eyes as like this

She opened her mouth mumbling something but I couldn't hear clearly because I was fighting with my inner self, but her clear words brought me back.

"Am I Joseph man?"

I tried to think, do I know any Joseph? And searched in my memory palace, is he my rival? And this girl was sent by him? Or he is some Ryan's puppet and that puppet sent her here but shrugging this thought I recalled her exact words that's it, how dare this girl think of me as someone's paid man? I looked at her to scold her but stopped seeing her again going to open her mouth. I am in no mood to hear any nonsense so I directly asked, "who is she?"

"Ariana Gray," she replied, stuttering and her brown eyes again blinked at me. Her eyes were surely doing something wrong inside my body, it was causing my muscles becoming tight so I jerked her hand and yelled at her to cut her craps as I am not interested in her.

She fell on the floor and looked accusingly but didn't say anything or fight with me as I expected.

"I will go," she said after some time and tried to stand but stumbled and held my hand which I instantly freed as her hand was wet because of sweat and blew air at it.

She again looked at me, surely something was going in her mind as the way her eyeball was moving it was giving me some glimpse.

I shook my head thinking Woah so good acting and again yelled at her and searched for some money which I can give her and get rid of her.

But before I could do so she fell and hit her body to the surface.

"Not again," murmuring it, I crouched and carefully looked at her and hesitantly touched her forehead which reminded me that she had a temperature.

Actually, if I'm being honest then I really forgot about her condition so I behaved like this.

Really? I asked myself and came to a conclusion that if I would have recalled it then too I wasn't going to be polite with her and shown some kind of fake care as I never did such a thing in my whole 30 years.

But at this moment I need to make her lay at the bed so her condition can't worsen. I only had to bear it and after doing so, I went to call for room service and that manager who still didn't send a doctor but before I could do so, I heard a knock.

"Mr Connell, Doctor is here," Manager said and knocked again.

I opened the door and arrogantly said, "check her."

The doctor nodded coming inside and started doing something with his stethoscope. I averted my gaze from him and looked at the manager who was still there but after seeing me, he went from there and I gawked my eyes at the magazine but my concertation broke by the doctor's words, "is she your girlfriend?"

My girlfriend? And she? Seriously, I have a very good taste so I scrunch my eyebrows saying, "what? My girlfriend?"

"Sorry Mr Connell," the doctor said and looked at Ms Gray and started checking her again, and after some time, he stood and looked at me bowing his head and said before leaving, "she got weak perhaps she didn't eat anything. I prescribed medicines, please give her those with some juice. She will be fine by morning and medicines you can get through room service. Thank you."

I sighed and called for room service and extended the doctor's note and ordered wine for me and orange juice for that girl who became my headache.

Nearly after 10 minutes, my order along with her medicines came. I sat near her arching my eyebrows and chuckling at my condition that I have to make her drink this juice so she can have her medicine so at least tomorrow she can leave from here. Or who knows she would faint again, actually, I should give her one more name.

'Fainting Girl.'

My thought process was halted by her cough, she opened her eyes little when I was making her sip juice, I lifted brows and was about to say something but stopped by her words.

"Thank you, Mr," 

"Connell," I replied after listening to her meek voice but it still sounded mellifluous to my ears.

She squinted her eyes twice and tried to move her lips again but slowly she was closing her eyes.

"Sleep," I said, understanding she is not going to get conscious so easily and moved from there taking my wine with me and sat at the recliner and put in a wine glass.

Tomorrow is definitely going to be hectic for me, first I need to reach my villa then go to give a seminar in college, attend some conference but most importantly I need to visit the grave of the mother as tomorrow it will be her 5th death anniversary.

I sweated thinking about her death and picked wine glass so I could divert myself and endeavoured to take a sip but stopped feeling a delicate tinge over my wrist.

To be continued.