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
It was a snowy January day in New York but that didn't stop Sara Atkins from going to her interview at Beaumont's. The winter in America, especially New York, could be harsh, as Sara had quickly learned in the last two years she had lived here. The snow was thick, the temperature was freezing, the day dim and almost depressing it seemed. She couldn't let that get to her.'Think positive, think positive', she chided herself. Sara nuzzled more into her thick jacket, her breath visible in the air. With every step she walked towards the big company, the more nervous she grew. Was she dressed accordingly? Who would interview her? Who would be her boss? Would she get along with the people and her higher ranks?Sara's nose and cheeks were red, almost giving her a blushing look. She sniffled, cursing herself how she could have forgotten her tissues at home. The Austrian born girl with the Bosnian roots ran her hand over her hair. Sara had tied her thick brown hair, a typical Bosnian trait,
The first three weeks of my new job had been quite blissful - almost everybody was nice to me, I quickly made friends with my accounting team and my money worries were growing less prominent as the date of the pay check approached.It was Monday the 23rd when I for the millionth time checked my phone to see if Noah had written me, but to no avail. He was active on his social media accounts, constantly online on Facebook too. I huffed loudly. So he could talk to others but with me only through his lawyer? That prick!I angrily dug into my muesli and forced the hot coffee down my throat. I didn't want him back, not after how he had changed and how he had treated me. Noah had changed so suddenly once we had gotten married ... was I the reason? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I hadn't slept with him?I played with my cup of coffee. It hadn't felt right. All those years we had been together it had never felt right, nor had a moment presented itself. Noah hadn't also taken the lead
Pressing the door open, I was welcomed by a dark office with tall windows behind Mr. Beaumont's broad chest. The view was breath-taking, just like him. New York opened behind him, almost the whole town visible to him."Sit down", he commanded, not looking up from the paper he was writing. My feet moved on their own to the leader chair in front of him.Mr. Beaumont was in no hurry to talk to me, continuing to write the paper without any haste. He read over it, signed it and then sealed it, put it away into an envelope; finally he met my eyes.I held my breath and pressed my legs together to stop them from shaking so much."Mrs Atkins.""Mr. Beaumont", I nodded at him."There's a few things we have to talk about", he lifted a paper. "Let's start with the shortest one. 'Violation of Dress Code.'"I sighed loudly, slapping my face. Mr. Beaumont raised a brow, and as he lowered the paper, a soft smile laid on his lips.My breath hitched. The furrowed eyebrows were now resting above his blu
Today was the fifth day with Mr. Beaumont and it was quite eventful, to say the least.The other days he had kept himself in the background, mostly because he had one meeting after the other he had to attend. Today was the day he fully stayed at the company, a first in this week.I arrived at work at about half past 7, joining Jessica with a cup of coffee while we waited for the other departments to deliver their files. I tried not to be bumped as Noah still hadn't called nor texted me."It completely passed my mind and I never got to ask you: How was it?" "What do you mean?", I asked her, passing her the sugar. "You know, the talk you had with Mr. Beaumont", she nudged me, then put two spoons of sugar into her pink mug with the elephants on it. Elephants were her favourite animal. "Oh, that", I laughed nervously. "It was quite alright, I imagined it to be much worse." "See, told you", she patted the spot next to her.We sat down on her desk."We talked about the dress code first"
"Make me."My heart was beating against my chest.I tried to fish it out of his hand. He raised his arm. Unfair.I pressed my lips together. I leaned more against my desk, stretching further towards his arm. Almost! So close, so very, very close! My fingers were shaking as I stretched even further, now only standing on one foot while I silently wished I would have worn my heels to give me bit of an advantage. My fingers touched the file and a smile spread on my face.My boss held the file further away. "Unfair!", I cried out, went around the table and held onto his arm to get the godforsaken file. His muscles were quite hard, but I forced myself to ignore that and my red cheeks."How could I possibly be so rude to such a hard-working woman?", he laughed, pressing me against him. My whole body touched his hard chest. I held my breath as his hand with the file touched my lower back. His face was mere centimetres away from mine. "Trying her hardest to finish her work", he mumbled, brushi
"Hey, Jess ... can I ask you something?"We were the only ones in the office for today. Clarissa had been appointed to another department for the day and Nina had called in to tell us she was sick. Mr. Beaumont was in London for a meeting, for the next few days.I felt as if I could breathe, knowing he wouldn't be around me."Oh dear. Don't tell me you want to quit!" "What? No, no!", I hadn't thought about that at all. "It's about Mr. Beaumont." "Oh, the mystery man. Go on, ask me", she smiled at me. "Anything?" "Anything. Out with it, Sara." "Is he ... what's he like towards his female workers?" "Respectful and composed. He solely talks to them about business." "No touching, smiling, joking?" "By gods no! I've never seen him smile at anybody of us. Why are you asking?"I felt how my face grew hotter.Jessica held her breath as she realized. "Is he- is he nice towards you?" "Yes", I lowered my head. "He tried to ..." should I really tell her? "Can you keep a secret?" "If I c
Once worktime approached again, we got up."Already leaving?", my boss asked while looking only at me. "We have to", I breathlessly answered. Jess wriggled her brows as I met her eyes again. "See you later, Michael." "It's Mr. Beaumont, Mrs Brown", he chided with a stern voice. She shrugged with a smile.While Jess put away her trey, and as I squeezed through the chairs, Mr. Beaumont caught my arm by the elbow.I swirled back to him."You on the other hand", his eyes were burning, making me stop breathing. "You can call me Michael anytime." "Sara, hurry!", Jessica called for me. "Now go. I'm waiting for your files."♡ "Naturally you'll stay until you finished them", Mr. Beaumont decided without even looking at me.I had to grip the files harder, so I wouldn't launch them into his face. "You are making mistakes on your corrected files. Until you haven't done them all perfectly, you can't leave", he snarled, slamming his pencil angrily onto the table. He wasn't in a good mood at
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