Ashley sees a boy called Aydan in her dreams, and hopes to become his girlfriend in real life one day, but she is unsure of his existence. Thought her friends are of the opinion that he is a figment of her imagination, and hence Ashley has this fear...
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I saw Reagen coming near me with drowsy eyes and I knew something was wrong with the folder I was holding, so I hid it behind my back and ran back upstairs. My mouth dropped and I froze as I read it.
I was really sure that I destroyed every files and documents about it till the moment I read it. The truth about Reagen and his parents. He still loved his parents thinking that they left him for a good reason, but as far as I know, he was sold to the bad guys. They trailed him with all kinds of drugs they could afford. It was a really bad time for my family to get him back from them. My parents put their money to buy him back. We were sure he would be hurt to know all the things he forgot, mainly due to the drugs.
I gritted my teeth in rage and ran down with the great desire to punch Alec in his hardly beautiful face. Blaze was shocked seeing my hardened jaw and reached towards me in a fast pace.
"What the hell happened?" He was yelling in my ears.
I gave him the crumpled papers in my hand and he was standing there with his mouth wide open.
"How did Alec get this?" his tone was barely a whisper.
"I am not sure and I am going to get my answers" with that said I drove my car to Alec's mansion-like-house.
The guard stopped me just for a second and left me in as if realizing who I am. Great. Even his guard knows who I am.
Another one stopped me, "Sir is not here, in case you are here to see him" he said it obviously knowing why I am here.
"Where is your boss then?" I asked my head sightly tilting in anger.
"He wants me to inform you that he is waiting for you in his garage" he told me in his super calm voice.
I should have guessed it, Alec is a type of person who keeps profession far away from private life. I drove there in a hour or something. I entered the building to see more than 50 guards waiting for me.
The person I wanted to punch so badly sat in front of me with a grim smile. I sat in the empty space before him, not breaking the eye contact with him.
"How did you get these documents?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"You should greet me first" he said still smiling.
"You should answer my question"
"I didn't expect you to come so quick" he said ignoring my question.
"Yeah. I love to do unexpected things like this" I said before hitting him squarely in his face. It's my turn to smile.
I didn't have to turn around to see more than twenty men running to catch me though I never moved from my seat. I was extremely happy seeing my enemy clutching his bloody nose in pain. He looked shocked at first but then his face turned bitterly angry.
