"Quit toying me woman, I cannot afford to lose you now that I have found again..."
Jordan's anonymous tone worked in shocking Hattiea's extends.

His dark pair of ocean eyes still were mysterious, walking closer to Hattiea's face again while she backed away from him in fear. He looked dead serious.

Surprisingly hearing him saying that, Hattiea experienced wild chills down her spine for the next minute.

As creepy and bizarre this man sounded or acted in front of Hattiea, there still was something about him which was unjustified.

With his rich attire and godly presence, Jordan seemed one man of morals and decency. He seemed exalted. A man holding one prestigious rank in their society.

But his eyes were dark.

Too dark to read through him.

What does he want? Why would he damned to follow her to female restroom?

Sensing her moment of panic, it was clearly stated that Hattiea wanted to avoid Jordan touching her in any way.

Her eyes went down to the floor afraid to keep up with his intimidating staring contest.

He cannot afford to lose her?' What did he mean by that?

That sounded weird than any causal thing to say to someone he had never seen before. No?

There was nothing good with Jordan that Hattiea saw till now expect of his rich and classy attire speaking the language of decency and godliness. Hence all she believed was, him carrying bad intentions for her.

She knew nothing what he meant and why he even followed her here.

She knew nothing about him either hence judging him as low was not the part of her fault at all.

"Stop messing around with me and let go of the door- I need to leave now!"
Her jaw hardened as she uttered those words.

Though her words did not match the intensity she hoped to be, she still had her eyes down in fear.

She was still terrified of him but she won't easily agree on that.

Her tone sounded like she hated being with him in the same space. Her voice came out to be little slow but very straightforward, as she shuttered a bit in nervousness.

What was the reason behind his abrupt behaviour?

She was sure that he seemed quite familiar but why recalling him was so hard? What does he want?

Getting nothing as a reply from ahead for strict long seconds, her head then perked upwards again when suddenly Jordan grabbed her wrist with his big hand out of nowhere.

It was a possessive hold.

Hattiea flinched at the action considering it as another attack from him. She panicked again.

"Yes, you do need to leave... but with me, that be now!"
Jordan demanded suddenly as he pulled her towards him, his voice sounded dead serious and eyes were very determined.

Opening the door of the washroom, he dragged her out to the empty hallways back again as he walked ahead with his desperate steps, still having her hand captured in his hold.

He was taking her with him somewhere and even the thought of it horrified Hattiea to no limits. His acts were very rushed as if he was disturbed about something.

But what?

"Let go of me, you!"
Hattiea gritted her teeth in protest, struggling and squirming madly as the grip on her wrist only got tighter the other minute.

He had no intentions to leave her.

Absolutely not.

"I have invested my time looking for you for so long woman, letting you go again would be the least thing happening now or ever."
Jordan didn't halt his pace as he spoke emotionlessly. He continued dragging her behind him with force.

Hattiea's eyes doubled the size at realisation.

He had been looking for her?

That is so creepy!

Hattiea tried wiggling around and squatting down to escape him again but that next resulted Jordan to growl out angrily at her attempt to get away from him, putting more force on her wrist he started dragging her with his whole might.

"If you won't stop struggling, I am going to knock you out and carry you, which you know won't sound any good for you!"
Jordan grunted loudly.

Hattiea whimpered.

Taking his statement in the either way that seemed not too decent to her, Hattiea tried slapping and punching his arm next.

But it never affected him even a little.

At this point, she was no longer scared of him, she was just angry. Her blood started boiling the other second as she was not having his acts anymore.

How dare he? Now he is threatening her!

First he creeped her out, staring at her the entire time back in the auditorium then he followed her like a stalker and now he was dragging her somewhere with him...

Her mind could not react no more as he did not care to give her enough time to respond to his words thoughtfully.

"I said let go!"
This time it was a warn. Hattiea warned Jordan but regardless anything he kept on walking ahead straight in the empty hallways like he cared for none.

Still holding her hand in his firm grip behind him not ready to let her disappear again.

He obviously couldn't take any risk of letting her go like before acknowledging how important she was for him...

She was the only possible matched donor of his mother who can save her life after all.

She was his last hope!

But unknown to all of his reasons of his current actions, Hattiea continued struggling against him while he never once stopped making her more mad at him by still dragging her behind him like a sort of possession she was to him.

She was not.

She was not his possession whom he can control.

She was an independent woman who knew correct when to give in and when to not. Especially, who to.

"I said let go or else I will scream!"
Hattiea threatened Jordan again.

But strangely still caring any less about her threats, he again acted like a deaf.

He was just too concentrated to take her with him that he never even acknowledged he started using force and manhandling a woman.

Something his morals does not allow him to do.

He respected women. Always.

But at the moment he was so into his clouds of thoughts to save his mother that he stopped acknowledging that the woman behind him might not be much comfortable with him.

Jordan forgot he was still a stranger to her and he cannot expect her to trust him that easily on her first meeting.

At this point Hattiea became beyond frustrated, not getting any relevant response from the man who was pulling her with him, her mind then assumed him to be some kind of pervert trying to molest her at last.

And with her last hardest struggle she finally succeeded to yank his hands off her wrist by digging her nails down his flesh harshly.

As expected, his attention was diverted by the attack.

"Fuck."
Jordan winced, he did not expect her to do that as he waved his hand once out of pain.

They nearly reached half of the empty silent corridor leading to the exit when Hattiea successfully freed herself out of his hold. Jordan jolted back a bit from the effect.

Looking down to his hand, bloody scratches were printing in the back of his hand. Obviously her nails were the culprit. The wound hinted no mercy, the back of his hand bled immediately.

Unpleasantly, Jordan moved his sockets towards the woman behind him again in literal irritation and offence, not liking the fact that she had to attack him so severely to get away from him.

He chose still not to care less about the fact that he was hurt by her. The fact that he already bled few drops of blood by now, he clenched his jaw looking at her.

Gulping the pain.

This is not how it should have turned out.

Jordan acknowledged as he understood that he must have scared the woman with his actions first.

The look in her eyes stated clearly how angry she was. Jordan stared back at her orbs knowing well what was wrong with her.

She took him wrong. She thought he was molesting her.

But...

He was not her to harm her.

Never. He just wanted to save his mother.

And in order to do that, he needed her. Jordan acknowledged where he was wrong immediately.

"Woman, listen to me first-"
He intended to calm the woman down first.

Hence taking an initiative to speak again and explain her the reason of his actions, Jordan stepped forward towards her again but he was very soon cut down in the middle by a hand landing across his left cheek.

The very next second the soundless hallway echoed a sharp sound of tight smack.

Hattiea panted heavily as she glared at him with only wrath while his head turned to the left side from the effect of the painful sensation he felt across his cheek.

That's when he started gaining his sanity back...

It took no longer for his dark pair of ocean eyes to catch something shining brightly on her ring finger, gaining his attention...
Her left hand, it had a ring!

And not any normal ring...

It was an engagement ring.

Shit!

No!

Next second it was not so hard for Jordan to figure out that the lady belonged to someone else.

And also he was just acting selfish.

He had reasons though but he should have confronted her about it first but all that he did not do just because he was too engaged with the thoughts of his mother.

Jordan still felt the heat in his left cheek, the stinging sensation reminded him about how selfish he had been acting in the past few minutes.

He stalked a woman, he tried to kidnap one.

It was not him.

Absolutely not.