Getting out of the elevator and walking through a new series of hallways, we finally reached a door.
I was doing it only because I wanted to talk to him. Maybe just maybe he would take back his decision of holding me by his side or I might could convince him but that doesn't sound like him.
Its just a mere possibility afterall.
Images of last night happening circled through my mind.
He kissed me or rather he forced kissed me.
I didn't know if he had plans to continue where he left last night. That's why he requested my 'presence' at the breakfast?
He won't force me. This is what he said.But I never trusted him.
Its all upto him. I couldn't do anything in my power to stop him.
Emiley knocked the door gently and came out a voice "Come in"
We entered and just wow.
If I say that the room was elegant and stunning then that would be an understatement
The floor was covered with dark velvety carpets while the richly furnished room looked admirable. It was like a tiny apartment that opened into a bedroom.
There was a huge kitchen attached to it. Emiley led me to the kitchen. A large dinning table was settled at the centre and there he was.
Sitting there in his majesty , Ian wearing a white suit with black shirt with his hair neatly combed, his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed while his legs scattered over the dining table.