The sudden knock of the door let me know where we are. Oh my god, for a minute there I almost revealed my feelings. Saved by the knock or should I say by an angry Kade.
Generally, Kade looks at me as if he is tolerating my annoying presence barely. Recently, he started looking at me with acceptance, dare I say 0.000001 percent with a grudging respect for me. I know it's barely a blip but when it's on Kade's radar, it's hard not to miss. The gist of this is, the way he is currently glaring at me now took the new meaning to glaring daggers. It's not jealousy I could at least clarify that. It's like an accusation. What is he accusing me of? Until it, all came crashing down. Oh hell, Sophie-Jack-Nathaniel-Sinclair family-murderer. How could I forget? I was trying to avoid him, and now almost declared my feelings!!
My sudden intake of breath may have alerted Raphael to my changed demeanor, he turned to look at the door and in 3...2...1...go. As if they are in hunger games a
Thanks to Richard I got over feeling sorry for myself. But I can't let them watch over me all night. Time to break the staring match. Even gay couples won't communicate this much with their eyes. With that in mind, I went to Raphael.I tapped on his window. It's a waste of use asking what he is doing here! Instead, I said, ' Go. Take a rest. You are tired. You had a Super Long flight, on top of that you must fight today. You need to sleep. I'm going to Kade's home anyway', I said, the last part diverting my eyes. It will hurt him. Me going to Kade's home. But he never took me to his in the past 2 weeks. And I don't want to visit it for the first time, because he must take me there, not want to.'I wanted to rip them. Not have to fight', he replied, totally ignoring my other comment. Ookk.'Just take some rest and eat something while at it.'He just gave me a Long stare, reversed his car, and left. There would probably be more than one ticket he would be c
I stared at the file with a million emotions raging inside me. Will I find answers to all my questions there? At least to a small one? A small but most important one.Is Raphael involved?I had a difficult time finding my voice or thinking coherently. Should I feel ashamed that my avenge took a back seat to this glaring uncertainty? My stomach churned, making me want to almost throw up my breakfast. Am I being selfish here? Thinking to guard my heart rather than seeking the culprit? Guilt is also playing a major role here. GUILT. Am I betraying Raphael by reading his family secrets? Is this considered as breaking trust? Could I meet his eye after reading this? Knowing I went behind his back, willingly digging skeletons from his family's closet? What will this do to our relationship? Will he ever forgive me, if he comes to know?It's not like you are selling this information. It's like Google search. Nothing no one doesn't know. I give myself a prep talk burying
'I said, we can't find it from these clippings. Not, from this file', he grunted.'Oh...well, I do tend to jump. No worries. So, what's it?', I asked sheepishly.He rustled the papers in the file until he found what we were looking for. 'It was said that Edward was not happily overseeing the company. He was far from responsible. Drinks, parties, occasional drugs...whatnot. But Henry was desperate to set him straight. That was a bad move on Henry's part. Pushing Edward made him more rebellious rather than the other way out. He went into an incognito mode for 1 year on the company's dime. When he finally returned, he was a changed man. He took over the company's reins. Unfortunately, the company was already on its last leg. To save it, he married Diana. Viral company's daughter. Comes from a lot of money. It has appeased Henry a little bit. But, once again Edward accomplished ruffling his feathers when he brought a baby to his household''What? That's too rude. Wh
'Elizabeth Walton. The sole heir to Walton industries. The only one which is powerful enough to rival the Sinclair dynasty.''So? Why is she linked to this case? I don't get it''Henry married his rival's daughter. So did Edward. Now you get it?''Oh...oh', I get it, god, did I?'You mean to tell me that...Raphael Sinclair... will be ...marrying her?', I spattered each word out, jealousy raging its ugly head.'No. But it was decided in the family that she would be married into it or so the rumors say'.'No one... and I mean no one can tell Raphael Sinclair what to do. This I know. So, it would mean she must be for Nathaniel. She has a motive. She must have thought of Sophie was a threat to her position. It would be her. Don't you see it? She has the power and motive', I defended my case, making sure to target HER.'Erica... she may have done it. Or maybe not. But you, behaving like a jealous girlfriend, doesn't help.''I'm not.
'My ears must be rusty because I thought I heard you uttering a nasty word. Could you do the courtesy of repeating it Ms. Anderson?', he stalked towards me.'No... not exactly interesting', I took a step back shutting the door closed as he caged me in.'You sure about that?', he locked the door.'What... are we talking about?', I asked breathlessly.In answer, he kissed me. No not kissed. He devoured me. Consuming me until we both burst into flames. He claimed me. Making me his.'You Ms. Anderson, are totally, utterly, and completely mine. Mine to obey, mine to cherish and mine to honor', he whispered near my lips. My heart lurched at his whispered words.My inner diva perched herself forward on the desk, adjusting her imaginary spectacles said- Sounds like wedding vows. And I didn't even go dress shopping. He sure is stingy.As always, I ignored her. Because Raphael Sinclair saying this (other than obey) is rare. Finding Disneyland i
I woke up confused and disoriented, felt like I was immersed in year-long sleep inertia. I thought I heard something along the lines 'I wish it wasn't you'. Did I imagine it? I couldn't tell anymore. I checked for Raphael, but he isn't anywhere to be seen. Where is he? Did I scare him off? Is he waiting somewhere; For me to vacate his office? Was I too emotional? Too clingy? I mentally cringed thinking how it would have appeared to Rafa.What do you expect? You- Sleeping beauty and he- a prince, kneeling on the floor, waiting for you to wake up? Walking into the sunset, living happily ever after! Please!!That would have been the day earth stood still. I gave an internal sigh and thought of going back to the desk, behaving normally, but… I discarded that idea. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face another day not knowing what’s going to happen to us. It’s time to tell Raphael Sinclair how I feel. It’s time he knows. It’s just&hell
My mouth dried up hearing the name of the mansion. I tried to keep a straight face, not letting him know how much this upsets me. Sinclair Mansion. The mansion that held all the answers to my questions. I have a feeling that this is going to be the place where my quest for revenge ends.‘Is that so? I would like to see that place’, I gave him a smile which for once did fool him.‘Really? You never mentioned it before’, he said nonchalantly.‘I wish to see the place where you grew up’, I shrugged my answer. It’s as I said is one of the reasons. I want to see the place where he was unwanted.‘As you wish’, he kissed me with a confidence that nothing in this world would stop him from getting what he wanted.‘I like it when you say that. My very own genie’, I matched his passion.I broke the kiss remembering something. ‘Before I forget, I have to tell you something’.
‘If it’s any consolation, I never discussed who is more handsome- you or your brother. Because for a fact I know you are more…you know… handsome’, I tried to butter him up, my cheeks burning from embarrassing myself before Vivian.My persuasion tactics must have worked on him because he asked Vivian to leave. Good. At least there would be no audience.‘Why were you asking outsiders about my family M. Anderson?’, he asked solemnly.‘Because you never discuss anything about them. You never say anything personal about yourself. I know we are still very new in our relationship, but I have a right to know about you. At the very least about your family. God, I didn’t even know you had a brother until Nathaniel Sinclair turned up at the office. How would you know how it made me feel? I was not asking about your bank details or some company secrets. I was just inquiring about your family, which can be learned by an