"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
Sara's POVMy mouth dropped open as Michael stopped by a black Lamborghini.When we had left this god-forsaken building, the building I would never have to set foot in, I had immediately scanned the cars as he led me down the tight, dark street. The more he walked towards the shiny, black car, the more I grew speechless.I didn't think it would really be his, I had really searched for his BMW and not a freaking Lamborghini!He unlocked it and opened the door for me. Michael stood proudly next to it, tall, confident, as expensive looking as the car was with Italian handmade shoes, the Burberry scarf, the Ralph Lauren long black coat, and the suit was just the outfit I always saw him in.Michael's shoulders were broad enough that he didn't need shoulder pads. Jess had told me that all of his suits were especially made for him, and I could see why. If you compared his broad chest to his waist, it would be hard to buy a fitting jacket in stores. Also, his legs were strong and from what I
Surprised, we met each other's eyes and laughed. Time had really flown by tonight."Let's go home", he said, taking my hands. "Let's."The ride back was pleasantly quiet and intimate as we both were lost in our thoughts. It didn't take him long to drop me off at my apartment. I took the flowers and leaned over to him."Fais de beaux rêves", Michael softly said against my lips. "Laku noć", I told him, thinking he just said good night to me. Michael gifted me a splendid smile and said: "Tomorrow. 7 a.m." "I'll be punctual", I promised. "No white button up", he playfully said. "Try me", I laughed but he grew serious. "Don't make threats you don't mean, Bašić." "Good night to you too", I laughed and got out of his car."Oh, wait", I quickly said before I closed his car door. "Your scarf-" "Keep it. What's mine is yours." "Are you sure?", I reached out for it, ready to take it off. "Yes. I mean it."I hesitated, then joked: "So, if your stuff is mine, then I want a million dollar
He beamed as I approached him. Michael took my hand and made me twirl. "Wow!", was all he could say. I laughed happily. "Wow!", he repeated and drew me close. "You look amazing, mon amour!" "Thank you! You look handsome yourself", I traced his chest and kissed his cheek.I was left speechless as we entered his big flat."My humble home", he said with a smile.Humble?It was modern, big, had amazing big windows which showed New York in its full glory, was kept minimalistic with grey furniture and -A woman stared at me angrily, her lips drawn into a tight line.I backed away a bit. Michael's hand touched my back and rested there. "Marie, this is my girlfriend Sara. Sara, this is Marie, the woman who raised me with tatie and oncle. Gerard is out currently." "A-A pleasure to meet you", I said and extended my hand. She ignored it. "Marie", Michael's tone was low and demanding.Marie huffed and took my hand. "Good, now leave us alone Michael." He raised a brow. "Jacques called a few minu
Mature content up ahead, viewer discretion is advised I had to admit, this was amazing.Not the episode we were watching. I had no clue what was going on nor did I know who that blonde haired woman was.I meant this situation here in front of me.It was Friday night, I was in my own flat instead of in my office working or at the bar going for a quick drink, I had a nice cooked dinner I had made with my girlfriend and we were now cuddling in front of the TV:Her in my arms, a blanket around us, her wide eyes as she followed every little scene with a lot of attention, the cute smiles she gave me when she caught me staring at her – it couldn't get any better. I loved her warmth, her smell – she smelled of flowers again and I inhaled it deeply – her cute expressions, the way she jumped at minor jump scares into my arms; I loved every second of it.The sheer fact I didn't sit in my office until midnight and afterwards went to bed was amazing. I didn't finish my night by working in the off
"What do you mean with that?", I asked, my voice thick. "Exactly what I said", Michael sighed heavily.It was 7 am on Monday the 19th, two days until his 30th birthday. He had picked me up, per usual, and told me of the latest news which made my heart drop into my stomach."It will be only for a week. Hamish and I need to attend the conference in Singapore. Melinda is too well informed about this topic, so she has to come along instead of you. And somebody has to stay back and take her position here." Michael thought about something, going silent for a while. "I'll be back Sunday evening the soonest. As soon as I have access to internet, you'll hear from me, I promise."I don't know what's worse – not seeing him for an entire week or taking over her position this suddenly."When are you leaving?", I asked instead of voicing my concerns. "In a few hours, at three p.m.", he sounded tight-lipped. "It was all so sudden, I just got the call a few minutes ago. I'll drop you off to work an
"What do you mean?", I asked, and his eyes became hooded. "That dress – you are clearly testing my patience." He leaned down to my ear. "I'm not allowed to kiss you, neither am I allowed to touch you; you are a devil, Sara."I didn't do it on purpose!" "I don't believe you one bit", his eyes shone. "You know I can tell if somebody lies to me."Goddammit he was good."Ok, ok, I might have had Saturday night on my mind", I admitted, tracing his shoulder with my hand. "And I have missed you." "As did I. Can we go to the back please? I need to kiss you or else I'll lose it."I went first, then he followed after a few minutes.Michael entered the little storeroom and shut the door immediately. The lights from the dancefloor were gone and the room was dark again. "Don't you want to turn on the – mmph!" He had taken long steps, joined my side and buried his hands dominantly in my hair and pressed his lips against mine.Fireworks exploded in my head and I felt my knees grow weaker with eac
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