He is a Nymphomaniac. Chapter 482 - Giving up...

Cheryl glared at the receptionist in disbelief, not knowing what to say any thing further after hearing her words.

The receptionist felt the girl's glance on her and looked up and smiled sarcastically. "Oh! You are still standing here. Mam, you better hurry up, before you miss meeting them at the restaurant too." She then again turned back her gaze at the desktop, resuming her work. 

Cheryl looked at the lady as if coming out of a trance. "Huh?" She then speeded up towards the elevator like a maniac, cursing her fate in anger, once again. The receptionist chuckled happily looking at the running away girl. 

Cheryl quickly stepped inside her room, the pain in her stomach increasing from all the running and having not eaten anything since yesterday evening. She quickly took out a blue colored formal bell sleeves dress and changed into it instantly, not even taking a bath. She wore the matching blue and black high heeled pumps, once again wincing in pain. "Ouch!! My feet are so painful." She stumbled twice before finally managing to walk in the heels. 

She quickly fixed her hair and then her makeup, rushing out of the room. She could not run much faster as her feet were already giving up, unable to bear the pressure of the high heels any more.

She quickly stepped inside the elevator, pressing the 20- th, floor button. She heaved a sigh of relief, to be finally able to locate the couple and then she could also manage to grab a bite or two. 

The elevator door opened on the twentieth floor and Cheryl stepped out frowning in surprise, looking around her.

There was a gigantic terrace garden, spreaded till far ends and not a restaurant to be seen anywhere. She walked towards the guard, and halted just before him, looking at the man in confusion. "Excuse me, where exactly is the restaurant here? The one in the club!?" 

The tall guard frowned at Cheryl. "Mam, you should have taken a different elevator for the restaurant. You reach that elevator by a battery car near the reception area. Anyways, the restaurant is situated just after this terrace garden ends. You can go walking, if you want or you can go back to reception, order a car and then take the elevator, that opens directly in the restaurant." 

"Ahh! No problem! I can walk!" Cheryl sighed walking towards the garden. As soon as she stepped on the grass, her heels sank inside the moist soil, tripping her badly on the ground. "Ouch!! Ouch!! My ankle!!" Cheryl cried in pain and quickly removed her footwears. She pressed her painful ankle, but nevertheless, stood up on the grass barefoot. She dusted off the mud and grass from her hair and clothes.

She started walking on the freshly watered grass, her feet getting dirty by the moist soil. She sprinted rapidly, towards the end of the gigantic garden, with tears falling from her eyes and she was holding her heels in her hand.

She was now feeling completely dis-heartened, walking inside the endless garden. "Why is it happening to me!? Why!?" She sobbed uncontrollably, as her mud smudged feet, walked further ahead. 

After another fifteen minutes, she finally saw the restaurant entry at the far end of the garden. She quickly wiped away her tears and sprinted towards the restaurant. Soon, she had stepped on a bricked surface of the porch of the restaurant. She quickly dusted away the mud from her feet, with her hands and wore her high heels. She then started limping towards the restaurant entry, feeling a little happier and relieved now.

The guard opened the door for the girl, while she entered inside a beautiful circular shaped reception area.

"Hello, way to the restaurant!?" Cheryl asked, calming down her nerves.

"To the right mam." The young man at the reception, spoke up.

"Thank you!" Cheryl smiled back and walked towards her right. The guard opened the door, for the girl and she quickly entered the restaurant, her eyes searching for the couple already. 

Their were several people, sitting all across the large restaurant, munching their food and chit- chatting. Cheryl was eyeing everyone around, but yet again, to her horror, she could not spot the couple. "Where the hell are they now!? How can I just miss them everytime!" 

She walked around the restaurant further ahead, not able to locate the couple anywhere. She was once again on the verge of tears. Her stomach grumbled again, looking at the delicious food in people's plates and smelling at the aroma in every corner of the room. "Oh! Just let them go to hell! I am first going to eat something!!!!" 

The girl quickly walked towards the stack of plates, and picked up one, loading it with lots food from the displayed buffet. She quickly sat in one corner and started munching the dishes, hungrily, as if she was eating after several years.

She was not even lifting her head while eating, when suddenly her phone buzzed again. She glanced at the caller's name and once again broke down in tears, looking at the same unknown number. 

She did not pick up the call, but rather continued savouring the taste of the roasted chicken.

After eating upto her heart's content, the girl finally stood up, picking up her phone from the table. She once again glanced around at the people, not spotting the couple again.

Suddenly her phone buzzed again and she picked it up, her nostrils were now flarring up in anger. She did not speak a single word, when the man started screaming again over the phone. 

"You bitch!!!! Why the hell are you not picking up my phone!!!! Where the hell are you???" 

Cheryl clentched her grip on the phone, while walking towards the exit door of the restaurant. "FUCK OFF YOU BASTARD!!!!!!" 

She shouted at the top of her lungs, catching everybody's attention now. She walked out of the restaurant, hanging up the call, not caring about its adverse effects. 

Chapter end