His expression was hard to read. "That's what you say now, Sara. You'll see, in a year you'll think differently." "I'm sure I won't", I laughed. He squeezed my hand, his sky-blue eyes making me shiver with wanton. I felt myself grow wet at his imposing face, which brought out his heavy and aggressive features. I pressed my legs together and tried to ignore the tingling between my legs.How could a man be this handsome and manly?"We'll see about that."My heart was making uneven beats. The waiter swooped into our area, causing us to let go of each other. Alexander placed down our food with a smile and left as quickly as he had appeared. I rubbed my neck and stared at the floor. Mr. Beaumont let out a cough."Let's eat." "Let's", I peeped. ♡ Mr. Beaumont paid, not even listening to my complaining as he did so, nor did Alexander and Lysandre. Lysandre went away to fetch our jackets. Alexander talked about how delighted he was to serve us and repeated our order from before. Mr.
Sara's POVI fastened my running shoes, took one last glance in the mirror and zipped my jacket. I was bare faced and I prayed Michael wouldn't run away screaming at the sight. Applying makeup now was a stupid idea since it would a, clog my pores (work was so busy I didn't have time for skincare, so that would be chaotic) and b, my mascara wasn't waterproof. And I didn't want to look like a raccoon.My feet carried me automatically towards Central Park, all while I dodged the workers, the uneven spots on the streets and ignored the catcalling. New York could be so pretty when the sun started rising and when the tourists weren't out yet. There were always cars though, it seemed.Beaumont ... I had to think of his words again. Becoming his P.A. ... Beaumont was definitely out of his mind. What would I do? Plan his meetings and trips? Accept phone calls? I partly do that already!My boss had simply ignored every complaint of mine as he dragged me into any meeting of his, forcing me to o
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I glanced at her.We were both sweaty and breathing harshly – we had been running for thirty minutes already. Usually I wasn't the type to be this quickly worn out, but she was doing things to me I couldn't describe.I wanted to hold her in my arms. I wanted to listen to her sweet voice. I wanted to kiss her relentlessly. I wanted to finger her on the benches we passed. I wanted to clap her cheeks behind a tree.Her breasts pounced as we took a big step over a tree branch. My eyebrows and lips twitched."Michael!?", Sara's worried voice sounded behind me.This was torture."Are you alright?", she stroke my back softly, if carefully, bending down to meet my eyes.I had crouched down slightly so she wouldn't see my erection and I couldn't meet her eyes or else I'll come in my pants. The fact she was touching my back wasn't making it any better."Should we take a break?", she touched my forehead with a worried expression. "Yes", I panted breathlessly, grabbing onto the
"You also say 'Michael' now and not 'Mr Beaumont' anymore. I can't give you more proof than that honey. Oh wait, the kiss."I buried my head into my hands. "He's such a great kisser ... how should I proceed?" I had even dreamt of him kissing me! Like some teenage girl and not an adult woman! "Slowly, take your time. Get to know him more, see if your feelings stay the same. Don't start anything with him as long as this divorce is going, because it will confuse your feeling only more. But – don't let him lose interest. Go on lunch together, go on dates, go jog more frequently with him. Also, wear things he complimented you on. For example; pants. And girl:"Jess got up and took my hand. "Lead me to your closet – we are throwing away all loose clothes of yours. I want you to flash your breasts at him!" "Jess!", I was shocked, yet kinda intrigued. "Make him drool after you, chase you – twist him around your little pinkie!"I smiled as I remembered how we had held each other's pinkie as
Loud yelling made all of us in our office look up. Nina and Clarissa looked up from their files and Jess stopped in her tracks with her mug. "What's that ruckus about?", Nina asked first, listening intently and placing it on our floor.Jess froze as she said and swirled around to our calendar. One of my best friends stared at it for an eternity, then she palely announced: "Code red."With a dead-pan expression, Clarissa cussed softly and flipped the file close. Nina rushed to her table. Jess poured her coffee down the drain. The girls started cleaning up the office and locked away a lot of their files. "What's going on?", I could only watch confused.Jess looked up and they all stopped. "Véronique is visiting.""The She-Devil", Nina clarified with shaking hands. Clarissa patted her back.His mother.I remembered – we had talked about his parents one day after lunch!"A she-devil?", he asked with a raised brow. "That's flattering her a bit too much.""If you thought Michael was an assh
I didn't understand a word of their conversation."Félicitations! Now go home and rest." His accent was so thick, it took me some time to understand it was in English."I will. Take care.""You too."We stayed quiet for a while."I owe you the world.""Don't mention it", I smiled at him.He got up and held my shoulders. "Thank you, Sara. Thank you so much."His eyes were holding something like life in them again, not as dark anymore, and he smiled, it was shy, but the smile was there. I smiled back with a pounding heart."And I'm sorry I forced myself onto you. And that I ran away for a second.""All forgotten", I tip toed to reach his lips. I didn't think too long about it. I just wanted to kiss him better.We shared a long kiss, not rushing in the least. We took our time as the kiss was carefully soft and turned into a passionate kiss, one that left me clinging onto him as if my life depended on it. I ended up wrapping my arms around him, while he hugged me tightly. We slowly traced
Michael's POV"Why won't she pick up?", I growled, throwing my phone onto my couch. I threw myself onto the other couch, sighing heavily. My jacket hung on the backrest, as well as my tie. I unbuttoned my white shirt slightly, deep in thoughts."Monsieur, what's wrong?", Gerard came out of the laundry room and went to me with a worried frown."Ask me something easier, mon ami", I mumbled, throwing my hand over my eyes."Judging from your question earlier, you have a girlfriend?""Again", I laughed. "Ask me something easier.""Are you hungry? Marie made dinner."I got up and he stepped aside. "Have you eaten?""I waited for you.""Let's eat then."Gerard and Marie were my servants ever since I was a little child. They had originally been my mother's, but the moment I had been born, she had pressed me into their arms, so she could work again. She had done the same three years later with Léon Clement, and 9 years later with Sébastien Adrien. My youngest brother had been a futile attempt
I tore my clothes off the hook, slipped into my pants and shirt, cursing loudly."Where are you going at this hour?", Marie called after me, stopping her knitting.I grabbed a jacket as I went to the door and threw it on. "Making things right with Sara. Don't wait for me. Go to bed, Marie.""Not until you are back", she got up and pressed a kiss on my cheek. "Drive carefully, ok? And greet your girlfriend for me. You can do it.""Thanks, ma."I knocked harshly. Once. Twice. Thrice.I lifted my fist again."Michael? What are you doing here?", Sara gawked at me."I told you I'll come over."We stared at each other.She slammed the door close."I'm not leaving until we've talked, Sara!"Sara locked the door. "Go home Michael. I don't have time for you.""Oh, believe me, I do." I laid my jacket in front of her door and sat down. "I have the whole night long!""... You aren't camping really in front of the door, are you?" "Try me."For a long while, it stayed quiet.I heard her go away wit
I huffed. He grew serious again."Swear it to me too."My eyes widened slightly. He sounded so hurt and ... for the first time, not confident at all.And in this moment, I swore to myself a few things.That I would always love this man.That I would always walk beside him, supporting him with all my might.And that I would never forgive his parents for hurting him so badly.The child in him was still scared, damaged, and it fought with his consciousness still to this day. What a mess they had left behind ...I swore it to him. I swore it to my god. And I swore it to our future children. I would make them happy and I would make him a happy papa. I would see to it that we had a healthy family.Michael took my hand.We held each other on the way to the meeting.We held each other's hand during the flight, as he looked out the window into the distance.Sara's POVFlight, 3 hours left until they reach New York"Let's go to France. My home."He squeezed my hands harder at these words, his h
Sara's POVMichael had his head on my chest, reading through his mails, while I stroke his hair.It amazed me how in the mornings Michael was like a whole new man; as if the nightmares never happened, he was in full work mode, concentrated, his mindset set purely on the company and then once his official workday was over, he made time for us, meaning Marie, Gerard, me and his family. Estelle would often manage to somehow call Michael in the evening, and he would take the time to speak to her and Adrien.Often, I also heard him discuss the market with his oncle Victor, which always sounded more like a military plan rather than a discussion between two business men.I watched my blond man hesitate for a second as he thought what he should type, then his fingers flew over the keyboard and produced a brilliant response. I took the time to scan his face intently.My fingers had the urge to trace the soft wrinkles around his eyes, as well as his dimples through his beard when he laughed. Th
Michael's POV"I have to go."Gone was the feeling of Sara's soft skin, her even breathing and the hotel's cheap blanket, replaced by the feeling of scalding hot sand underneath my feet.As I glanced down to check, everything around me got brighter. As if somebody had turned up the brightness, and with it, the temperature. I instantly started sweating. My skin felt hot.My feet were smaller, much smaller than to what I was used to.This scent ... salty, hot, fresh, full of life. Music sounded in the distance. A soft breeze cooled my skin from the scalding rays of the sun. I curled my toes and the sand moved along. I felt it tickle between my feet, raising one after the other to shake the sand off.Waves hit my feet, cold, so cold, the moment I heard it again."I have to go."There it was again.His voice.Frantically, I jerked my head up and my breath got caught in my lungs aggressively, making my gasp short and cruel.Sébastien.In front of me.In his beaming frog green swimwear, rou
Hector Harrington's POV (Michael's father)Olive branch, MississippiHector's study"Michael, why won't you pick up?", I thought, sighing deeply as I watched the declined screen light up on my phone. "Why are you declining my calls? Are you still angry with me?", my heart twisted at that thought and got heavy. I ran both hands through my hair and walked in circles, contemplating if I should call again now or in ten minutes again. It was worrying me - why couldn't he pick up? Was he in trouble?As always, guilt washed over me as I stared at his profile picture. He was an identical copy of me, down to the deep brows, strong nose and prominent jawline, as well as the strong neck and shoulders. He had inherited the blonde hair and blue eyes of the Beaumont's, but his built and stern look were certainly from my side, the Harrington's.It had been one of the reasons he had inherited my middle name for his first name.I caught myself asking what he might be doing at this time of day. It was
"I can't believe we actually got to pick you guys up!", Jess laughed as we entered the car. Philipp and Michael exchanged a fist bump and grinned at each other. "It took a lot of convincing, but here we are", I added with a smile.'Convincing'.More like – Michael is constantly horny like a teen and I had to give him a handjob, so that's why we couldn't pick you guys up. And now he was beaming because of it.Michael's sea blue eyes shone as he glanced into my direction. I rolled my eyes with a smile. So easy to please. Surprised, I looked down. He had taken my hand and intertwined our fingers. Michael mouthed a 'thank you' and my heart made a loop.'Anything for you dummy', I mouthed back, and an even bigger smile graced his lips.Michael held the car door open for me and extended his arm the moment I stood straight. Jess eyed me and wriggled her brows at me. The dress was something Michael had chosen when we had gone clothes shopping, and he insisted in buying me this piece. It fit
Sara's POV "Does this suffice?", Michael's deep voice sounded from his bedroom, then he stepped out for Marie and me to see.Michael stopped in the middle of the room, opened his arms and turned slightly so we could see him from all his angles. "Won't Sara wear a black dress?", Marie asked, munching on our chips. "Don't you want to go in similar outfits?" "It's alright", I quickly brushed it away. "I love the blue suit on him!"I eyed him. This was the darkest blue I had ever seen him in. "That's a new suit", I noticed and eyed him even more openly and fondly. "Keen eyes like always", Miche smirked at me. "Tie or no tie?" "No tie and open jacket", Marie and I decided in sync. "Why are you already getting dressed though?", I inquired to know after I threw a glance at the clock. "We still have a few more hours to go." "Just wanted to try out my new suit", his smile showed his dimples.Michael was as eager as a child when he purchased a new suit and he could never wait to try it on
We went to the garage, discussing where we should go to get the groceries for tonight's dinner. Michael tossed me the keys and put his file case in the back of his BMW, then went to the passenger side.While I drove us to Target in his car, Michael replied to a few more business emails, which I tried not to roll my eyes at. Whenever he had the chance to read one, he did. Before bed, once he woke up, at the toilet, when he thought I didn't see him sneak away after we ate or as we watched TV – it was like an addiction to him. But; he was the business man. He led a company. He was well-known and respected in the higher circles. Not me. And I replied to some of those emails, and I knew they needed to be addressed as soon as possible. So I wouldn't nag.As always, we cooked together while some classical piano piece played in the back. Michael and I had found out through coincidence that we both enjoyed a good, classical music composition; which was strange if you considered the style of mu
Michael's flatDinner time"Where are Marie and Gerard? Thank you", I asked, taking my seat as Michael shoved out the chair for me.How many times I had been at his, I can't even recount. It seemed in the four months of our relationship we just switched between staying at mine's or his' – not that I minded. I knew his flat like the back of my hand, knew my way around it and I even knew everything I needed once I left the wealthy district Michael lived in. The Upper East Side or Carnegie Hill to be specific. Marie and Gerard had gotten used to me too, so much so, that Marie had had a fright after Michael had slept at his without me – it had taken us an hour to calm her down and to assure her our relationship was more than alright.I laid the napkin over my lap and watched my handsome man circle the table to sit down himself, allowing my eyes to wander up and down his athletic build. I still hadn't gotten used to – no, I phrased myself wrong – I had gotten used to his broad shoulders,
"Only I am allowed to pleasure you tonight."I grew wet instantly and felt myself dripping onto the sheets. "Yes, Mr Beaumont", I said in the cutest voice, nibbling his head. "Please call me anything you like."He deep throated me that instant. "Baby girl just suck my dick already."I smiled happily and bopped my head up and down, deep throated, swirled my tongue around, jerked him off too and played with his balls, causing his to grab my head almost immediately.After a while he came inside of my mouth and I happily swallowed.It tasted good – of course it would. He took care of his body and diet."Lay down." "Yes daddy."He stroke his length."Hold onto the headboard." I did.Without warning, he entered me with his big length and filled me out until I couldn't stop moaning.I was panting harshly once he was fully inside of me. "You came", he laughed, flicking my bean. "Oh baby, I'll have you faint several times tonight."Michael stopped and traced my face, kissed me softly and held