Chapter 6- The pity Party

I book a cab and after two hours of impatient drive, we reach the high building of HighBar Systems Co. But it is nothing like before. The gate is grounded with extra security while people with cameras desperately fetch for snaps.

And that's when I see him, among the chaos of flashlights and cameras, emerging like an unfazed tornado who doesn't care about your garden or sheeps.

Dakota Black. The unbeatable Alpha.

My body quivers with goosebumps, remembering the close confrontation with him in his cabin. I still remember his raw masculine scent that my brain rebels to forget, and his eyes. Those deep fucking eyes under his thick lashes that penetrated into me like a shard of broken glass.

Too easy, and too much ache.

I feel my bones melting and my chest rising with deep breaths as I stare at him from across the road, sitting in a cab. It is not difficult to spot him among the dozen frenzied paparazzi.

With a height, he stands tallest even among his bodyguards. A black color umbrella towers above his head to protect his expensive black tailored suit from the adulterated droplets of rain.

Even from far, he looks untouchable. A man you may trail your eyes upon, but can never reach. He screams of power and darkness that will consume you even before you lay a finger on him.

There is a deep scowl on his face, as if every second of this attention is maddening to his nerves. Camera lights continue to flash on his hard face, that controls a barbaric growl within.

He ducks his head into his car and my heart thumps down a bit. Black glasses completely shield his mask from outsiders and in the next second, the car beings to roll on its four tyres.

He is leaving.

He is going away. Out of my reach.

"Follow that car!" A command at the speed of light strikes out of my mouth as I point at the black sedan which passes right in front of us.

"Excuse me, this is Uber. Not Fast and Furious." The driver says in a similar tone as my classmate Hardick.

"I don't care, just follow that damn car!" I yell in panic. My nerves jump in and out of my body as I see Dakota's car getting smaller and smaller every second while I sit in here. Shit! He is going away.

"I care.. because this is a damn-fucking Uber! I need a destination to begin the trip." The driver speaks every word slowly by moving his lips as if I am deaf or have some mental problem.

"Just cancel the ride, turn off your Uber location and drive like a normal car. I'll pay you double." I tell him as I pull out a bill of hundred dollars from my pants back pocket and hand him. "Go now! Go, go."

"Yeh gori ladki pakka marwayegi!" He says something in his mother tongue and gears the car to roll on the road. [This white boy will surely get me killed!]

The car slowly picks up the speed, but not enough to catch that black sedan which glides on the road hastily like a voracious snake.

"Drive fast. We gonna lose him." I tell the man as Dakota's car disappears from the road after taking a right turn.

"Am I bald?" The driver suddenly asks me out of nowhere. I arch my eyebrows in confusion as he looks at me from the rear mirror. "What?"

"Do I look like Vin Diesel to you?" He comments sarcastically, and I scowl in return. This butter-chicken bitch!

A part of me wants to throw him out of his car and drive it like I stole it. But alas, I don't have a driving license, nor do I have the knowledge to operate this thing.

After ten minutes of being on the verse of a breakdown, we stop at the corner of a street which leads to a huge iron gate, that has pointed arrows on its peak and surrounded by ten feet high walls which acts as a barrier to hold back commoners from entering in.

And far behind the forbidding gate, a two-storey villa covered by concrete, steel and glasses, stands erect on the wide grounds with a monstrous architecture.

It's not a mansion. It's a fucking castle.

"Are you sure this is where you wanna go?" The Uber driver asks me after staring at the house with the same wide open mouth as mine. "I guess."

"Don't tell me you did this all for an autograph?" He taunts me, like I am some crazy BTS fan chasing down my idol.

"Kind of." I whisper back.

"Yeh toh paglet hai!" The driver murmurs to himself and I ignore it. [Oh he is crazy!]

I came too far to meet Dakota. I can't run back without his written statement that he spoke those words right out of his mouth and I wasn't imagining them. He has to take the accountability for the mess he created.

I take a breath and summon my balls as I walk out of the cab, bravely. The clouds above me decide to cry harder as my legs stride towards the wrought-gate of the purgatory.

The more I walk closer, the more the barrier gets taller. I gulp, feeling highly small to the iron bars and peep at the driveway, which appears like an enchanted way passing through a garden of fairy tale. All pretty and empty.

Maybe the security guard went inside due to the rain. I take this moment as a cue from God and curl my fingers around the cold metal, pulling it hard and harder and harder. But it stays frozen as it is.

I hold the bars of the gate and give it a good shake, hoping they would magically pop one with my touch. But they don't even wiggle. The iron appears strong and indestructible, that won't even bend against an airstrike.

It is un-openable, at least from outside.

Now, there is only one way I can get to the other side. A crack of thunder rumbles above my head and I take it as another cue from God..

I have to climb the gates of hell to meet the Devil King inside.

Pulses thrum through my body, playing a notorious song as I stare at the humongous gate that stands between my destination.

Here we go!

The coldness of metal tickles my palm as I grip the iron bars with both hands and pause. When I hear no one approaching me with a uniform of a security guard, I hook my foot in one of the designing triangles of the gate and climb.

A wild and reckless feeling twists the knot in my stomach as I raise my right foot, then the left one to climb the gates of hell. Thanks to God I wore stretchable pants today.

I look back and see the cab still waiting for me. The driver ogles me shockingly from his seat as if he has never seen a boy in the rain, climbing an enormous ten feet iron gate.

At least I have a backup plan if anything bad happens.

At five feet high from the earth, his Villa gets more visible. I could see a lightning chandelier on the ground floor and solar panels on the roof. Some rich people miser shit!

Only after reaching at the top, I realize it is ten feet high from the ground. My breath freezes in throat and I feel dizzy as if I climbed the Everest. I look back at my Uber ride, the driver makes a cross on his chest and hastily makes a U-turn to exit the scene.

WhatTheFuck? My back up plan just ran away!

Now I am only left with my front plan, that is the other side of the wall. 

"Oh god, what am I doing?" Apparently no answer comes from above, so I continue to stride down blindly. I kick through the green vines to find the footholds. They sizzle with my movement but hold my weight nicely as I clutch on to them with my life.

This is crazy. I am crazy. Adrenaline pumps through my pulse and an insane part of my wants to laugh as I climb down the deadly barrier of his castle, which he thought could stop me.

My feet land in a puddle of water with a loud splash, drenching my pants till my butt. But no wetting can stop me today from meeting that AI asshole. I kiss the vines goodbye and walk towards the driveway that leads to-

"Hey! Who's there?"