Part 19

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I got out of the car to found myself at the parking lot of my apartment.

Oh..he really meant it when he said home!

''Why did...''

Before i could have said anything he hold my hand and almost dragged me towards the elevator.

''Mr. James Ashton leave my hand.'' I was shouting at him but he didn't uttered a word.

''What are you doing? Why did you bring me home?''

No response.

We were soon on my floor and he opened the door by the card and banged it. He forced me inside and locked the door.

''You didn't have to come inside.''

He hold my hand and pulled me harshly towards him. I put my other hand on his chest for balance.

''SHUT UP''

EEWW!! He is smelling too bad..he is too drunk...

OMG! I came here with a drunk driver? What if he had...

''WHO WAS HE?'' he asked gritting his teeth.

''Who?''

''STOP IT LIZA!''

I am feeling something in my heart by hearing my name from his mouth for the first time....but..What should i stop?

''I...i really don't...know what you are telling...'' i said a little scared.

''DAMN YOU!! You are really a wh**e! Do you know that? But you always play innocent like you are doing right NOW!'' his hand was gripping my waist now.

''Who was the guy in the bar? With whom you were wh**ing.'' He spat venomously.

''Enough Mr. Ashton please!! Why are you always insulting me? What have i done?'' I asked feeling frustrated. Tears were dripping from my eyes.

''First answer me.''

''Fine. He was my friend.''

''Why were you dancing with him?''

Really?

''Ofcourse because he is my FRIEND?'' I said irritated by his questions.

''Why were you laughing with him?''

Oh God!!

''Because i am a human and i laugh.''

Not like you.

''But you were not laughing when you were dancing with me.''

''For God sake stop it! Don't you have any brain inside your skull? Firstly, You are my boss not my friend. Secondly, you were hurting me with your words and your action. And last, you are no one to me to share my feelings so just drop it.'' I said pushing him hard and he stumbled.

''You can go now.'' I opened the door and waited for him to go out.

He came to the door but instead of going out he closed it and again locked it.

Sh*t!

I tried to stop him but it was useless.

''Why...did..you locked it?'' I said but he started moving towards me step by step.

''Mr. Ashton...please get out...'' i said while moving backwards.

''Look before i call the security please get out.''

He opened the jacket and tossed it somewhere in the room. Then he opened his T-shirt and did the same.

No!! He can't...

Sh*t!!

Please please God help me!!

I looked at the door to my room and ran towards it but before i could closed it... it was blocked by his boots..

Sh*t!

I left the door and ran towards the receiver and typed the security number.

He came inside and locked the door.

''Please don't do this.'' I started crying a little.

''Please James...get out...you are drunk..you don't know what you are doing...please stop it..'' i begged him but i also wanted to spent some time till the security arrived.

''I WANT YOU!''

My eyes went wide!

I knew it was something like this...but not in this way..

''James...this is not a way to....''

to what Liz? You mean you will allow him in another way?

No!

''James listen..you are drunk..you should go to your home.''

My back hit the wall. Now i couldn't go further. But he was coming towards me slowly...

He was now just a foot away from me.

There was loud bang of the door and i felt relief.

Atlast the security is here!

The door of my bedroom flew opened and they came inside.

''What is the matter...'' the security guard started then by realizing a half naked man infront of me he held out his gun and pointed towards Mr. Ashton.

''Who are you mister?'' The guard asked reaching towards us but he never took his eyes off me.

''It is our personal matter. GET OUT!''

He shouted at the guard and i was shocked would be an understatement because i was beyond shocked.

How could anyone shout when he is on a gun point.

The guard hold the gun touching his head from behind.

''Look mister if it was a personal problem then why would she dialled the security number. It will be better if you back off before i pulled the trigger.'' He said harshly and sternly.

For once i got scared. What if he really hit him?

He is too drunk that i think he forgot what is a gun? Right?

This time i saw him averted his eyes from me only to closed it. He took a deep breath and turned towards the guard. I was behind Mr. Ashton and i could see the guard from above his shoulder.

The guards face dropped by looking at him and he put the revolver back into its place.

What? Am i dreaming? Or did he paid some amount to him to back off?

''I...i am..sorry sir..i didn't knew it was you...sorry for bothering...'' he said and went away.

What was that?

''Hey you stupid jerk head where are you going?'' I shouted and followed him but he held my hand from behind.

''Who are you? Are you really a ganster? Am i working for a gangster? Why did he went away?'' I asked him angrily.

''This is my building and he love his income.'' He smirked.

You got to be kidding me!!

And he is smirking now!! How dare he?

I took the advantage of his loose hold and withdrew my hand to take the receiver and threw it on his face hard.

Sh*t!! That was loud!

He cleaned the blood from his lips which was due to me...i mean by the receiver...

''I...didn't...mean it...i am really sorry.'' I ran towards the cupboard and took out the first aid kit.

He was giving me a look of are you out of your mind?

''Please sit here'' i hold his hand and let him sat on the edge of the bed.

I knew you must be thinking i am crazy or may be i am too good but no that was my strategy to play with his brain...

I knew he was drunk and he was not thinking straight. A little distraction might help.

He was confused but said nothing.

I started cleaning his lips. He was looking at me but i hurriedly averted my eyes. I took his hand and cleaned the wound. There was a huge cut.

Sh*t!

''I..i think you need a stitch.'' I said but he was not listening.

I looked at him and he was looking like he would be sleeping at any minute. I bandaged the wound. And held him as he was about to fell on the ground by the drowsiness.

I let him slept on my bed and took the kit to kept back in the cupboard.

I put my head on the cupboard door and took a relief breath. Tears started pouring out of my eyes.

''I WANT YOU''

His voice was playing on my mind.

Would he have....

What would have happened if i woudn't have hit him by the receiver?

And how will i face him after this incident? Or should i say how will he face me after this? But will he remember all this tomorrow?

There was a sound of opening the door.

Must be Ben only she has the card...

Sh*t! From where did he got the card?

And how did he knew i live here?

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