Jared had Renata flown in from Boston to assist him with his presentation and she arrived two hours before the scheduled briefing. He was glad that his hands were not making him disable though they were still wrapped in bandages. He and Renata went ahead at the Cunard offices while Aurora followed an half an hour later. The members of the Board were beginning to fill up the room as Renata helped Cunard’s Executive Secretary Nellia with preparing Jared’s requirements. Jared was talking to some of the members of the Board when Aurora arrived wearing a sleeveless white blazer dress looking like she owned the place, and she did own it. Jared looked up and paused his thoughts as he stared at her walking, talking to some of her father’s employees, taking her time to shake their hands, asking how they are doing, all with a gentle smile on her face, and a humility that Jared observed she consistently exuded. That was it. Her character. She was humility personified, he realized and that’s wh
Beaminster, England. It was nearly three in the afternoon when she arrived, a cross transit between Boston and London and a long drive from London to Beaminster where one of her estates was located. It was one of the six estates she inherited from her grandmother. This old rectory was built in the end of the 17hcentury, and belonged to the former Earl of Pembroke, subsequently one of their ancestors if one could be so vigilant in tracing roots of one’s lineage. She was not sure why she went here, but this was one of the oldest, most regarded and if privacy was priority, the estate tops the charts. It was secluded enough andMrs. Potts, her estates’ care-taker and her husband Fred were given advise by Penworth to ready the estate for her use for at least two weeks. She was not sure what she needed two weeks for, but two weeks it was. She was now in the kitchen, checking what Mrs Potts was preparing for supper. She already took a short nap immediately after she a
Looking down below from his eighty-six storey building provided him a bird’s eye view of downtown Boston. Skyscrapers stood side by side triumphantly creating vast scenery that can provoke insatiable eyes to experience a bit of envy to the man who was part of such a milieu. He continued to stare, as if examining every part of the city center and drawing them to him, possessing them, leaving a mark of his brilliance for having been able to come out victorious in an industry his father once dominated. A knock was heard and even though he heard it, he did not turn to acknowledge the person who was to enter. After all, there was only one person who was allowed to directly knock and enter his office without further ado. “Leave them at the table, Renata,” he said. He had a profound voice, which was unmistakably cultured and aristocratic. With his back on her, the woman whom he acknowledged as Renata gently placed the fastened folder of documents to the rose wood table. She
Walking on the streets of downtown Boston on her way to the hospital, Dr. Aurora Cunard cannot help but feel a bit jittery due to her meeting with her father last night. She knew it would happen in the long run but she did not anticipate what sort of thing her father requested of her. As she sat at the outside table of a coffee shop just a block away from her apartment at 429 Marlborough Street, she glanced at the passersby without really seeing them. Her mind was still hazy from the topic her beloved father raised during their dinner last night. She was appalled when her father directly told her he’s craving for a grandchild. She didn’t see it coming. Ever since her father suffered a mild stroke a couple of years ago, he has always been importunate of Aurora to get married. Her father has been persistent ever since and by the situation she found herself into last night, her father was taking it to the next level. Her beloved mother on the other hand felt very glad of her husband’s
“Paging Dr. Aurora Cunard, paging Dr. Aurora Cunard please proceed to the operating room 3 stat...Paging Dr. Aurora Cunard, paging Dr. Aurora Cunard please proceed to the operating room stat...”Hearing her name from the paging system, Aurora immediately proceeded to the wash room to prepare herself for her first operation for the day. As a resident surgeon of the Massachusetts General Hospital, Aurora fought hard to find her place among the men who circled the hospitals. The very first moment she stepped foot on the operating room, they thought she was a nurse. She was the only woman who qualified to take her internship at the renowned Massachusetts General Hospital. With her blond hair, and blue eyes, she knew she would have a hard time proving herself. The moment she got accepted into Stanford, she came to a decision to dye her long wavy blond tresses to a deep shade of chestnut brown. But still, who can blame them if they think she was indeed a nurse. Despi
Barely two days after his father’s operation, Jared received a phone call from the hospital that his father just gained consciousness and was asking for him immediately. Jared although in the middle of a board meeting rushed to the hospital to fulfill his father’s request to see him. Jared still hadn’t figured out if he really cared for his old man. For the past three days, he’d been trying to find it out. But then maybe he really did care because if he did not, he wouldn’t be rushing to the hospital in the middle of a very important board meeting. Arriving at the Intensive Care Unit where his father was confined, he was surprised to see at least four people seated beside his old man’s hospital bed. Three middle aged men wearing tailored suits who looked like lawyers, and a middle-aged woman in mid-sixties who, despite the old age still looked regally beautiful. As he was about to enter the room, the doctor whom Jared arranged to replace the pretty brunette surgeon approache
After hearing those words, his mind was reeling and he was shockingly confused. It was like two ropes were pulling him on each sides; one side was that the offer was an opportunity of a lifetime and Jared knew he’s very fortunate for a man like Paul Gregory Cunard to choose him to be the beneficiary of his multibillion corporate empire. On the other side however, his father is ordering him to proceed with the plan despite the old man’s condition. Then it hit him. As Jared looked at his father, a realization came to mind. His father wanted to secure the business for long term. Could this be possible? As stated by the lawyers, the document is binding and he had his chance of finding a woman fit to be his wife the last several years. The document said thirty-five. He’s turning thirty-nine! He realized the betrothal was put on hold for nearly 4 years to allow him to find a wife of his choosing. But he didn’t. Women he dated were not meant to be married into. They loved his money and the
Jared stared at her expressionless. Margaret my ass, he mused. It is Margarethe apparently, and she is presently in a relationship with someone he knows, which is bad luck. For Aurora however, it seemed to her that he looked bored – elegantly so! He was in a customized dark navy blue double-breasted tailored suit. His dark hair naturally combed to expose his handsome features and his marvelous gray eyes. Aurora, for the first time, though she already met him the other day when he sacked her - realized she was looking at the most handsome man – in a rough and hard kind of way - she ever laid eyes on. And the man did not just have the looks of a rough on the edges kind, but complete with height, aristocratic jaw lines and a muscular body that are usually built for a soldier or some sort - he was oozing sex. He made her feel breathless. It was simply devastating. He was devastating. He was tall, more than six feet and hard built, not big but bulky enough she thoug
Beaminster, England. It was nearly three in the afternoon when she arrived, a cross transit between Boston and London and a long drive from London to Beaminster where one of her estates was located. It was one of the six estates she inherited from her grandmother. This old rectory was built in the end of the 17hcentury, and belonged to the former Earl of Pembroke, subsequently one of their ancestors if one could be so vigilant in tracing roots of one’s lineage. She was not sure why she went here, but this was one of the oldest, most regarded and if privacy was priority, the estate tops the charts. It was secluded enough andMrs. Potts, her estates’ care-taker and her husband Fred were given advise by Penworth to ready the estate for her use for at least two weeks. She was not sure what she needed two weeks for, but two weeks it was. She was now in the kitchen, checking what Mrs Potts was preparing for supper. She already took a short nap immediately after she a
Jared had Renata flown in from Boston to assist him with his presentation and she arrived two hours before the scheduled briefing. He was glad that his hands were not making him disable though they were still wrapped in bandages. He and Renata went ahead at the Cunard offices while Aurora followed an half an hour later. The members of the Board were beginning to fill up the room as Renata helped Cunard’s Executive Secretary Nellia with preparing Jared’s requirements. Jared was talking to some of the members of the Board when Aurora arrived wearing a sleeveless white blazer dress looking like she owned the place, and she did own it. Jared looked up and paused his thoughts as he stared at her walking, talking to some of her father’s employees, taking her time to shake their hands, asking how they are doing, all with a gentle smile on her face, and a humility that Jared observed she consistently exuded. That was it. Her character. She was humility personified, he realized and that’s wh
She was jogging her fourth cycle in the park when her smart watch started beeping indicating a call. She picked it up and found Louise on the line. She was asking her to drop by the latter’s apartment for a little chat about the other night’s gala which Louise wasn’t able to attend due to her stomach flu. Giving her a valid reason to avoid Jared’s distracting presence, and also check up on her, she accepted and decided to proceed there immediately after her routine exercise. She used to have frequent stay-overs at her friend’s place so she knew she can change and shower there. After her last round of jogging, she proceeded to Louise’ apartment which was only a few blocks away from the park.That was approximately two hours since she left their apartment and Jared started checking on the time and asked both Penworth and Sasha where she is at. “You said she went to the park for her routine run? Does that normally take two or more hours? How many rounds does she jog?” He was looking at S
Aurora woke up earlier than usual the following morning. She was not able to sleep soundly, as her mind was constantly thinking about her husband, and their scam marriage. Really, she could not allow her mental health to be so affected by his sudden decision to not have a real marriage with her. She realized that it was her ego that was mostly injured and decided she would not let it affect her deeply. She can definitely control her reactions and her emotions, and it was up to her to make herself comfortable with the arrangement she is with now. Rising from her bed, she brushed her long hair and tied it in a clean pony tail, dressed in a green pullovers and white shorts. After brushing her teeth she went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and breakfast. She was checking the cupboards for the ingredients she was needing, when Penworth greeted her a good morning. “Good morning, my lady,” Penworth quipped. He was wearing his butler uniform and looked like he did not even sleep with how cle
She was getting ready for the gala when she got a call from Louise that she can’t make it due to stomach flu. Aurora knew that her stomach flu was a severe case and is medically diagnosed as GERD which makes her friend uncomfortable for hours in a day. It was not like Louise to cancel the last minute without real reason so Aurora definitely understood that there was real cause for it. She told Louise it was definitely alright and that she can go by herself at the gala. It was not something she was expecting being alone in a gala wherein she was to make her very first speech on behalf of Cunard. But there really was no choice. She had to muster her courage and pray that she would be able to pull it off tonight. She looked at her self in the mirror, her make-up smooth and classic with her dark red lips highlighting her fair skin and gold hair. She knew how to do her own make-up and hair and was satisfied with her job seeing herself in the mirror. Now she needed to dress. Her gown was
The sudden turn of events had her reeling, she had to hug herself in utter confusion. One moment he was being agreeable, affectionate even, flirting with her, asking her for a kiss then after a few minutes, he turned a 180 degree. She felt terrible. What was running on his mind, she did not know. Frankly, he was quite clear what made him change his mind. Being affectionate, teasing, flirting was not part of their arrangement. He realized that asking her to have sex with him was a breach of their marriage of convenience. He was here for a merger, not a marriage. And he was right, it will only complicate things between them. She knew he was not capable of giving her the love she wanted. He was also clear about that. Now that it was fully clear to her that he did not plan or intend to take things further with her, that he really did plan to divorce her after everything was settled in both companies, she needed to do her part as a wife while maintaining a healthy distance. That was what
Preparing for bed, she donned a black cotton tank top and cotton pajamas. She wasn’t wearing any bra so she wrapped herself with her bed robe before she opened her door and went in search for Jared and found him flipping through channels while seated in one of the comfortable couches in the living room, his face brooding as if deep in thoughts with worry and a mix of emotions which she cannot fully identify. As she sat beside him informally, sliding her left leg underneath her as she sat, Jared spoke with just a glance at her direction. “Am I allowed to take a shower?” looking at his bandaged hands. “Yes but you need to wrap your bandaged hands with plastic bag, and patches on the rest of the stitches in your shoulder blades and chest. They can’t get wet in the next 48 hours.” “Fucking unbelievable,” he complained. “I can’t even hold a glass to drink properly.” “It’s just for now,” she appeased. “At least the next 48 to 72 hours while the bandage supp
He arrived in New York earlier than she expected. She was in the kitchen when she heard the apartment door open and his six foot four frame walked in looking crisp and polished. The only deviation are the markings of tattoos in his upper arms that are now visible due to the folded sleeves of his white button down. He looked delicious and when she shifted her gaze to his dark grey eyes, she could not help but swallow a huge lump in her throat. He looked at her with so much intensity, she almost caught her breath. Those eyes were full of desire and she noticed that the man was walking purposefully towards her. She could not take her eyes off of him. She was brought back to her reality when she heard the pasta sauce boil and had to remove her gaze from her husband and focus on the task in front of her. “Flight okay?” she managed to croak. But before she could receive an answer, she felt his arm circle her waist and was pulled against him for a warm embrace. She decided to accep
She woke up with the continuous vibration of her iPhone which she left on the bedside table. They went home later than planned as Jared got waylaid by acquaintances. By the time they were on their way home, Aurora was feeling the signs of migraine and went directly to bed. She was now sitting up in the bed when she heard a knock on her door. “It’s open,” she called out while ensuring that she was covered by the blanket. She only wore her satin night gown and her breasts were evident in them. Jared came in looking fresh out of the shower, wearing a navy button down cleanly tucked under dark pants, and his casual Tod’s loafers. He looked good enough to eat, she realized. How can one man look so ruggedly good-looking, yet polished at the same time? Where is the justice in that? “Good morning,” she said in greeting thankful her voice was steady and firm despite feeling the opposite. He gave her a warm smile “Good morning. Rested well?” he said walking towards the settee located on the l