Sara's POVFriday finally approached - I was so bored. I was so beyond bored with this always repeating work and those simple tasks. Print the papers. Design the layout of the papers. Reread the papers. Correct the papers. Spend lunch with my old boss. Go back to reading the papers. Answer a few emails. Send out a few emails. Go fetch the latest issue of any newspaper. Most of these tasks were just a copy and paste type of task and just took mere minutes. I always went home two hours earlier.And that was another problem; the fact I got home so early. I had nobody to hang out with, so what did I do? Clean the flat until my hands burned. Go jogging for hours and hours. Read all the books I had.Not only was I bored, I felt as if everything around me was just so ... bothersome. Why bother dressing nicely? Why bother going out? Why do anything at all? Nobody saw me, nor did anybody judge me.What sense did it make? I had lost it all, what more could I lose?I fastened my jogging shoes wi
Michael's POV"I forgive you."Uncle Jacques shifted in his seat, wiping away his tears.The suitcase had fallen onto the ground with a loud thud. Uncle stretched with a smile.Uncle and I had landed in Paris. My driver had picked us up on the dot and had driven him to his home. While we drove there, I quickly booked a hotel room, stubbornly insisting I needed this alone time.This was so weird – I had sworn I would never set foot in Paris again, unless it was for business matters only. I didn't want to see the most beautiful city be happy and full of life when my little brother had passed away here. I didn't want to see the man who had raised him and had watched him die with us.I didn't want to remember the nurses beside Bastien's bed, along with the beeping medical machines around him as he weakly smiled at us. His face, the shadow around his eyes, the pale yellowish colour of his skin and the many dots of the sickness that would drag him into his grave at such a young age were a h
Talking about them: "Are you in New York again?" "Just got home", Marie told me. She was always quick to pick up the phone. "How are you, my little boy?", she asked carefully. "Good. We've talked for hours. We had cried too", I silently told her. "I made peace with my mind. Jacques is not to blame. Neither am I, as hard as it is to believe." "I'm proud of you, Michael. I'm so proud of you." "Thank you, mum", I laid down with a tired sigh. "I can't believe I managed to pull this off." "But it's good that you did. You can make peace with your inner turmoil." "I know", I closed my eyes. "I'll be home soon. I booked an earlier flight since the meeting is over. I'll be home tomorrow evening the latest." "We miss you already. Sleep tight for now. See you soon." "See you soon. Love you too."Jessica finally responded.Jessica Brown onlineJessica, can we talk?12:30PM√√What about?2:05AMSara2:05AM√√I need to know how she is doing.2:05AM√√Have you heard from her?2:05√√Ask your
Jess Yes onlineHe's back again!13:05PMHe's back in the company again!13:05PMI don't care Jess...13:05√√I may have said that, but at the same time I pressed my phone against my chest.He was back. He was back in America. My heart made an uneven beat and my breath came short. Where had he been in the first place? I had tried to push him out of my life but all those articles about his sudden disappearance had gotten me worried ... And the article that claimed it was due to a family problem didn't make it better.Was it his mother? His father I had heard so little about?No, Sara. You are not thinking about him.I put my phone away and went back to correcting the article in front of me. It was about cars and how to maintain them properly.His niece is here too!15:15PMHer name is Estelle15:15PMAnd she's veeery clingy when it comes to her uncle15:15PMJess...15:16√√Ok... she's really cute though15:16PM√√I sighed at the new message and opened the picture Jess had sent along w
"My brother came by with his children. That helped. I talked to my family and they urged me to go after you. I visited Sébastien's grave twice and talked my heart out. Once my uncle came back, I decided to go to Paris with him. I forgave my real uncle who had raised Sébastien and contacted Jessica every day to keep me updated on you."While I had laid back and forced myself away from everybody."Tell me everything", I begged him. "Alright – I lost it as soon as you left the company", he told me with a deep sigh "I went maniac. Fired people left and right, didn't leave the office for a whole week, didn't bother eating. Marie and Gerard had tried to make me come home, but I had sent them away. My brother Léon had told me to stop this mess and with my parents I went to Gordes. I stayed there for a week, then went back to New York and worked for another 2 weeks without you."Michael cupped my face. "What about you?" "I ran until my legs gave in", I told him. "That's where I found Mr Bir
I frowned. "Why would you drag my father into this?""Because he himself agreed to never allow you to be in a relationship with me again, after the way you acted." Michael smiled, content with himself. "Now our secret is out; what a bummer. Daddy Angus is against Michael after he served his purpose. He wants somebody better for his little girl who loves the fame.""I don't love the fame, Mike. I love the advantages of it.""That's why you have this illusion in your head that you love me", he pointed out, picking up his phone. "You loved the idea of 'Eleanor Hawkins-Beaumont and her rich husband Michael Beaumont, the collaboration between Hawkins Enterprise and Beaumont Enterprise, America's strongest, richest banks and financial institutions.' Am I wrong?"I grinded my teeth."Yes, it's me Angus. I know it has been long and I'll make it court. Pick up your daughter for me, will you?"As I left his office I forced myself to put on a façade.Two women went towards me and one eyed me cur
"I understand", Mr Birmingham instantly interrupted me.It was Monday 12th and I went to Mr Birmingham at my usual time. He had already expected me and called me to his office.He smiled brightly at me. "Mr Beaumont himself visited me this morning and brought a new worker along to replace you in exchange. I understand you want to go back, this isn't yours Sara." "And you are really alright with it, Mr Birmingham?" "Yes", he patted my head. "Just remember me when you read any papers, ok?"Jess and the others dragged me into the building the moment they spotted me and the three of them all spoke at the same time once I sat down on my chair.On my desk, which had stayed the same as if I hadn't left a month ago, was a cake and several bouquets of flowers. It was a welcome back gift from the girls and Michael. The bouquet of red roses, at least 20 roses, were from him, as the card told me.Their hugs were bone crushing, but I laughed happily. I had my friends back and I would see them ev
"What do you mean you don't have the money for the divorce?", Michael growled, gripping my arm. "How long has this been going on for? What are his allegations? Who is your lawyer? Why are you losing the case?!" "Not here", I whispered as the people stared at us. Michael didn't hold my hand but my arm as he dragged me into Taco Bell.He sent me away to find a table and ordered food without even asking what I wanted. I kind of felt bad, but also angry at the same time.Michael returned with the trey and placed it between us. I crossed my arms."I'm sorry", he started, avoiding my eyes. "I'm just ... I just get so annoyed whenever you mention him." "Well, you shouldn't let it out on me then." "I won't", he quickly said.I glared at him and he looked at me apologetically. I uncrossed my arms. "I'm sorry too, Michael."Michael took my hand. "I just ... why didn't you tell me sooner you couldn't afford it?" My stomach felt strangely empty at his tone. "Why? Would that have changed every
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