(Tara's POV)
Blake looked at me as if he had something in his mind but could not share it with me. I shoved the doubts away in my mind, but sometimes I felt there were more things to discover. I stopped in front of his bedroom, and I turned to him.
“Why does Mr. Williamson not allow anyone to go to his room?” I asked again, just curious. Samantha and Sean’s words echoed that I could go anywhere in his house except his bedroom.
He opened the door, left it ajar. “Privacy, Tara,” He answered briefly. “His life interested a lot of people much that he couldn’t enjoy his private life anymore, and his bedroom is the only place where he could be himself, think about himself, and will share it only with someone he...” He stopped.
I lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to complete his answer, but
(Tara's POV)I was ready to give in, not caring about myself, his world. All I could think now was Blake. As his hand crept down to the hem of my shirt, I heard someone clearing his throat that I was sure was not my imagination because I could feel Blake stiffen and utter a curse.A while ago, I was burning, but it was like a mass of snow swept over my body as he turned around to cover me. I crossed my legs and closed my eyes, wishing the earth would swallow me.“Good morning, Blake. Can we talk?” He asked that his voice was calm, soothing but with authority in his tone. Blake breathed a deep sigh before nodding his head but remaining firmly planted in his place. He must have been aware of what I was feeling at the moment because he refused to walk towards Mr. Williamson.“You must be Tara.” I heard him say that I peeked from his back. Still blushing, I greeted him. &
(Tara's POV)“Miss?”I think I heard a voice or did I just imagine it?“Miss, we’re here,” The male voice said again. He was probably deciding whether he would just let me sit for a while or drag me out of the taxi. I blinked, realizing I was not imagining it. I am really here, and the taxi driver stopped the car in front of our apartment. I paid him and got myself out of the car, taking my belongings except for my heart and soul which I left with Blake.Walking without my heart and soul made me realize I was nothing more than a robot. I was glad, though, my brain, my useless and stupid brain, was still with me. I was relieved that Stella wasn’t here yet. I would have more time on my own and I could decide whether I would like to cry all day or just... maybe I have no other choice but to cry until I have no more tears to shed.I took my key out of m
(Blake's POV)I walked to the large glass window of the hotel and looked at the colorful lights on the streets. This was the first night that Samantha and I could take an early rest, the night that I hated because it meant not using my energy and mind at work. Although, I believe she deserved it after days of working hard with me.I heard the ‘clanking’ sound of her stiletto shoes and saw her reflection walking toward me. She stood beside me, sighed deeply as she stared at nothing. In her hands were glasses of liquors, and she handed me a rocks glass of whiskey, while she has a brandy for hers.“It’s been two weeks,” She sighed, holding the glass with her two hands. She turned her back to Sean, playing quietly with her toy robot on the couch. She took a sip from her glass and waited for me to say something.I heaved a deep sigh. I was also waiting for her to say something but
(Blake's POV)“What are you doing here?” Her eyebrows drew together, and her eyes flickered with anger.“Hi, Tara!” I greeted as my heart hammered my chest, hurting me to see Tara again as she stared at me furiously, but only the chicken greeted me back. It clucked as it escaped from her hands. “Get out!” She said, looking down, but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I didn’t move, she looked at me, squinting her eyes. “I said get out!” She shouted, not minding the shocked reactions of her sisters beside me. I heard Ivana mumbling something, but Gianna hushed her right away.I closed my eyes, thinking I deserved all these. Tara has all the right to get furious at me after everything that had happened. I heaved a sigh as I walked to the doorway, but I was not exactly giving up. I would get out of her sight for a while, stay in the car, and
(Blake's POV)The rain has not stopped yet, and I was praying it won’t. I stood by the doorway listening to the hissing rain. Perhaps if it was just a drizzle, Tara must have pushed me away. I suddenly worried about their place because there were no lamp posts outside, and the only lights came from the inside of the house. My heart was aching as I recalled the day her father died, and I was furious again.“Uhm... Blake?” I turned around to see Ivana. She smiled shyly. “Please join us in dinner,” She invited.I nodded and followed her, although I was not hungry yet. I saw Tara sitting on the head seat, Gianna sat on her left-hand chair and Jules beside her. Ivana pulled the chair on Tara’s right-hand but did not sit there. She sat on the next chair beside it. I assumed it was for me, so I sat down quietly. “What’s wrong?” Gianna gave Jules a look
(Tara's POV)The rain had stopped, and I could hear the sounds of the crickets and frogs outside. I have finished my last class for today, and before I stood, I glanced at the wall clock. It was eleven ten already, and Blake had been sleeping on the sofa for three hours already.I turned off my laptop and stood up, walking to the sofa.“Blake, wake up, don’t sleep here,” I said, tugging him lightly on his arm, but he did not move. My siblings would be frantic if they woke up and found out he stayed here sleeping but sitting on the sofa.Seeing him again made me realize that I could not get mad at him for a long time. My heart must be crazy, overpowering my brain again.This is insane, but I miss him so much. The last two weeks of not seeing him and not hearing his voice was hard for me. I should be mad at him for all his lies, but it was also my fault, not listening to his explana
(Tara's POV) “What the...” Stella’s eyes widened, covering her mouth opened in shock as she blinked and stared at me, then at the man who rolled on his other side. I pulled the blanket to make sure he was covered. He was like a Greek god sleeping beside me. “Explain yourself, young lady!” She said in an angry whisper. “And don’t tell me nothing happened between the two of you! Don’t you dare bluff at me,” She gritted her teeth, still hushing her words. I breathed, glancing at Blake. “I’ll give you a minute, Tara, to put on your clothes.” She shook her head. “Let’s talk outside,” She did not wait for my answer. She flounced herself out of the room, closing the door behind her. I took a deep breath, feeling relief that she didn’t slam it. I climbed down the bed, looking for my clothes that he tossed somewhere, and I almost laughed when I found them all over the floor. I picked my
(Blake's POV)Heaven seemed to have sided with everyone because the weather was great today. The sky was clear, and since I wasn’t driving, I could enjoy the scenery with Tara. Stella literally begged me to allow her to drive the Range Rover Sports car and promised she would be careful.Our first stop was in the hospital, and I did not argue with Tara and Stella that I should stay in the car. I leaned on the backrest of the seat and closed my eyes. I knew it was a risk proposing to Tara, but in my heart, this is how all this chasing should end. I will marry Tara, and I don’t care what my parents say.My smartphone rang, and when I looked at the screen, it was Samantha.“Have you gone mad, Blake?” She screamed angrily at me. “You will go there to make up with Tara, not proposed to her. Don’t you think these crazy media won’t know?”“How did you e