Chasing ashes...(On Hold)

*Chapter five*

Tini's POV

_It's here." Jorge told me as he unbuckled his seat-belt.

I looked up from my phone to the wide clear window of his car, and a huge skyscraper came into view. The building towered above us like a great monolith of glass and concrete, taking some sort of quirky shape, bent at the side. The first thing brought to my attention was the huge "DeLonso Diamonds" template hung right above the gate. Acres of glass strung together with shiny steal. They reflected light as well as any mirror and so incredibly the streets seemed brighter.

The building just seemed very futuristic.

_You coming or what ?" Jorge's sharp tone snapped me out of my gaping. I nodded awkwardly and we both swung the doors open to step out of the car.

Jorge stepped in front of me during the walk towards the huge glass gate and I followed his steps with no words. Before we could reach the door, a brief quiet sound of clicking and snapping tore both our eyes behind our backs, searching for it's source.

_Well fuck." Jorge cursed under his breath as I tried to take in the unfamiliar situation. A bunch of people walked right behind us, following every one of our rushed steps with cameras in their hands.
The devices flashed, snapping pictures of us and questions that I was hardly able to hear in the noise suddenly hurtled at us.

"Mr.Blanco, why haven't you been seen in public for so long ?"
"Is there anything you'd like to say about the Alonso's last scandal ?"
"Is this your new girlfriend ?"
"Can you confirm the rumors of you dating Miss Sophia Carson ?"
"How long have you been dating ?"

I was sweating.

This is the first time i've ever been exposed to so much attention and I know this cannot possibly end well. I'm not supposed to be seen in public. Hell, I'm not even supposed to give any sign of life and paparazzi is definitely the last thing i want to deal with right now.

_Martina, hide your face for god's sake !" Jorge's harsh tone pulled me out of my confusion and shock and I looked away from the people behind us.
It only took a couple of seconds but they must have caught my face, that's certain.

We walked in a rush, not looking back and trying our best to ignore any questions sounding from the paparazzi.

Jorge walked faster than me and I could easily see fires of fury and rage smoldering in his now dark eyes.
His hand wrapped around my wrist so tightly that I could feel blood pounding in my veins and my bones almost crushed together.
I didn't say a word however, just let out a small whimper of pain as he pulled me faster with him towards the gate.

A loud huff escaped his lips as we reached the inside of the huge building and the paparazzi got stopped by a couple of security guards by the door. Their loud questions and their struggle to still follow us continued, however, it was blocked by the closure of the door and we couldn't see them anymore.

_Call Marc, tell him to come."

_Yes, Mr.Blanco."

My eyes darted to Jorge when he spoke. He still was mad and brushed his hand through his hair for more than three times in one minute.

I didn't speak of a word and just rubbed my reddish wrist, trying to ease the burn of Jorge's grip. He stared at me while I did with an annoyed expression, and pulled a cigarette box out of his pocket.

I looked around the place and my mouth fell open. This was only the first floor and it was really fancy. It was white themed, with decorations and doors of glass here in there. The receptionist desk was set just by the door we went through, a large white piece of wood extended to both sides of the room, adding more grace to it. Screens were placed on almost every well, displaying ads for the "DeLonso" jewelry.