All Chapters of Falling for Sakura: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alaina watched in horror as James’s palm flew toward her and then—Slap!Her face twisted to the side. Pain burned her skin. Tears brewed in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and glared at her father.Tara gasped, her eyes wide, her whole body trembling in terror. Oh, God! James had just slapped Alaina. That only meant one thing. He was pissed. Very pissed.She held her breath as she waited for her turn to come. But it never did. James just scowled at her, his silvery-gray eyes dark, his face a controlled masked of anger.Alaina’s hand shook as she touched her sore cheek. “Why did you slap me?” she screamed.James narrowed his eyes dangerously at his daughter, his voice cold when he said, “You know what you did, Alaina. Have I not warned you many times I do not tolerate your sadistic behavior toward Sakura? I thought you’d changed. I’ve always known you would never accept her as your sister, but at least leave her be, for God’s sake. What has she ever done to you to make you treat her t

“You’re frowning,” Ned Fabre said from across the room. “It doesn’t become you. Stop frowning.”From across the studio, Sakura glanced at the man who had been like a second father to her. She saw that he wasn’t actually looking at her. He was concentrating on his painting. She knew he was teasing her because he had a smile on his wrinkled face as he concentrated on his work, moving the paintbrush ever so gently as if he were caressing the canvas with each stroke.“How did you know I was frowning when you’re not even looking?” she asked, returning her eyes to her canvas. She cocked her head to one side, wondering if she had overdone the green leaves.“I can tell when you’re frowning,” he said, carefully moving the tiny brush downward. Ah, the rose looks perfect now, he thought with a smile.“Really?” Sakura asked, eyeing the photo she’d clipped to the side of the canvas. It was of the cherry tree she had taken that day before she met the brothers. She picked this particular picture bec

Once she was in her room alone, she breathed a sigh of relief. Living with seven men was too much for her, she decided.She dug her hand in her satchel and took out the pieces of papers Ned had given her. Thank God none of them saw the contents. Of course she knew they didn’t care anyway, but she didn’t want people to know what she was up to. It was her business after all.She put the papers on the study desk and then went to shower. Fifteen minutes later when she came back out, she was wearing her cotton pajama shirt and shorts, her long hair fresh and clean though still slightly damp because she couldn’t be bothered with drying it properly, and her skin was soft and smooth after she moisturized herself with lotion. She actually felt rather tired and in fact was ready for bed when she spotted the pair of recently cleaned socks that Darcy had put on her feet yesterday morning back at the pool. Suddenly, her heart fluttered within her chest. Darcy! Should she go and return those to him

Once the door was closed and the pool was again quiet, Sakura finally managed to calm down and sighed in relief. That was when she became aware of Sebastian’s toned body against her. Her heart started to race, and her body began to tingle. She wanted to let go of him but was too afraid she’d just sink right to the bottom of the pool again.She turned her eyes to him and saw he was watching her intensely. She shivered involuntarily, licking her lips again.Sebastian eyed those glistening, sensuous lips and felt his throat go dry as dust.“We’ll start with floating,” he said softly. “Can you float?”Sakura shook her head, feeling her hands slipping from his muscular neck. Sebastian moved his hand down her back slowly, as if caressing her. Sakura caught her breath at the back of her throat.“Floating is easy,” he said.Sakura bit her lip. “Easy how?”He chuckled because she looked so cute frowning at him. “Just imagine you’re light, like a feather floating in the air or something.”Sakur

“Snow,” the word formed softly between Darcy’s lips as he gazed down at Sakura from where he was on the top tree branch. She looked just like Snow White lying there under the cherry tree.He’d come here to get away from everyone, to be alone, to think, to ease his desire and passion for his adopted sister. Then once he found the tree, he thought it was a perfect spot for him. He’d been sitting on the third branch, hiding amongst the cloud of pink flowers, thinking about Sakura. He’d almost fallen asleep when she had announced her presence with her soft footsteps and the clicks of her camera. He hoped she wouldn’t capture him amongst the cherry blossoms in her photos. Then when she sat down and fell asleep, he admired her. Here he had her all to himself. Here he could watch her forever—at least until she woke up.He climbed down the tree and moved gently and quietly toward her so he wouldn’t wake her. He came to sit beside her. Dear Lord, he thought, she looks so innocent and beautiful