Part-5 Fiddling around her

Part- 5

"I will go but my backpack is missing. Where is it? And do you know what kind of place this is? And how dare you bring me here?" She said with attitude, yeah her tone was polite but I could see the attitude on her face.

What? Really instead of showing me gratitude, she is offending me? Yes, I am taking her words as rudeness, how dare she say that why I bought her here? I should have left her in the car to die in this cold weather that's why I replied cunningly again curling my lips in a grimace, "your huge backpack is in my car and you should be thankful that I bought you here instead of leaving you in the car. You must have become a polar bear by now if you would have been there and what is wrong with this place? Yes, it is not decent according to my class but you must not be able to afford this place too."

Listening to it, her face completely drained as I gave her a reality check. She must have been praying for some kind of miracles to happen like getting a time machine or transporting at that moment when she spoke rubbish but alas nothing would happen like this and she can't avoid this situation but this girl proved me wrong and made my lips sealed in shock by saying, "I guess you surely don't know which kind of this place is, so let it go. Give me my backpack, so I can go from here as you said I can't afford this place so it would be better if I myself go from here without waiting for your next insult."

By her retort, I rotted at my spot as no one did this with me and I ablaze fire with eyes but she was in great joyous to substantiate this.

 I grunted saying, "you will get once Mr Baker will come," and left from there making myself recall for which cause I was ambling in the corridor before colliding with her. I didn't leave from there by virtue of her retorts as if I wanted I could have given her some nice lessons but chose to maintain my dignity instead of fiddling around with her. 

With all these notions I reached near the reception for lashing my wrath but got alarmed in the form of Mr Claire who was the present there and swapping dollars and notes with the manager.

Mr Claire, a part of yellow journalism whose only work is jotting down articles about my life and inundated with my secrecy like where I am dwelling and with whom? What I am eating, whom I am dating, and his most favourite topic is with whom I slept. It can easily be speculated that more than me he knows about my one-night stands perhaps he has those models cards too which even I don't possess.

On the contrary, for two months he didn't sicken me. Nonetheless, there are some bugs behind me who keep me exasperated but not as much as he did. There was a time when he exhibited my life as an open book before the world but two months ago my company litigated him for publicizing a fake story and tarnishing my impression by attaching my name with the company model and leaked some inappropriate photos.

I would have done nothing as it was not for the first time also it would not going to affect me until Mr Claire joined hands with my rival and made some nasty claim along with that model about me being a womaniser and that model is pregnant because of my semen and I have impelled her for abortion also they claimed this with some forgery document and it gave a good opportunity to my stepfamily to jeopardize my position then what? I am required to come into litigation.

I did nothing more than sue them for 10 millions or perhaps I did a lot like causing them to lose their job or exposing their bogus proclamations or headlining their motives or digging graves for their partners, so on.

After that incident, I am catching sight of Mr Claire today, he must have received some tips about me being here but do I care? Or I need to camouflage myself, so I can go from here? A big no, let give him some exclusive but before I could do something like this, his voice bothered my strategies.

"Are you sure, Ms Ariana Gray is here?" It was Mr Claire's voice. He was reiterating the same words to be sure.

Ariana Gray? Do they mean by Ms Problematic? Who is she? As much I know Ryder, he does not run behind someone who is not prominent and if he is behind Ms Gray then surely there is something about her which I don't know.

"Of course, Ryder, don't you know I have never given you wrong bytes?" that manager said counting dollars.

"Ariana Gray can take me back to my position," I could see how much Ryder grinned naughtily while saying it.

"You only gave me a single tip, you forget I even told you about Aiden Connell," that scoundrel manager strived to open his lips but was sealed by Mr Claire who annoyingly said, "Mason, didn't I say to you? For time being I need to get away from that bastard news? He destroyed my career but wait and watch once I will go back to my place I am going to avenge him in the worst way but in the present scenario I am only inquisitive in Ariana Gray, it will be the headline for tomorrow that she is in B grade motel and spend a night with some businessman."

I chuckled for a few seconds seeing the frustration of Ryder and badly wants to seize that look in my eyes but then Ryder last's words hit me and I discerned what Ms Gray meant by her words when she mentioned what kind of place is this also I recalled Ms Gray is in my room, and if Ryder will see her there then he is going to create a fuss about it and this is surely going to trouble me as after three months there is an election and at any cost, I don't want to the predicament.

Keeping a hand in the pocket, I turned my shoe and reached inside the room and looked for her but for my astonishment, she wasn't present there.

"Where she went?" I murmured thinking and then my gaze shifted towards my magazine which was opened and a paper was kept there and my wallet was on it.

"Thank you, Mr," I became confused reading this as I recalled, I have told her my name then too? 

"Don't worry I am not going to create some problem or pull any string for you. I am going because it's perilous for us to stay here but don't feel enthusiastic. I will be back soon for my things so I dared to throw anything which belongs to me and I am taking some dollars from your wallet as my money is in my bag and you are welcome to take my money. I hope you remember my name and sorry but I don't recall your name as when you told me, I wasn't in sense," I read her lines repeatedly and checked my wallet, indeed some dollars were missing but for the first time I didn't get angry at someone who touched my thing and felt some pangs in the heart but ignoring it, I took my bag and headed outside as Mr Baker contacted me.

To be continued.