Sarah Rosewood checked her email for the seventeenth time This was more than her tenth online application to different companies seeking for a job.She let out a "huff" sound as she sat down on the provided chairs at the reception.Drake Holt was her last option and even though she had just sent in her curriculum vitae the day before, she received a response for an interview the day after. As she fidgeted, she didn't notice that everything around her seemed to fade away until she turned and looked right at the receptionist who had just walked up to her, Sarah turned the corners of her mouth up in a smile meant just for herself. She drew a deep breath, horrified that she'd ruin her interview if she didn't compose.
" you may go in Miss. Rosewood. "Sarah rose from the butter-soft leather sofa, but she’d been sitting for so long her legs gave a credible impression of belonging to a premature newborn foal. She smoothed her damp hands down the front of her skirt, hitched her tote bag more securely over her shoulder and wheeled her overnight bag with the other hand, approaching the still closed office door with resentment bubbling like a boiling pot in her belly.Sarah decided that there was only one thing worse than having to see Drake Holt after almost two years of separation, and that was being made to wait to see him.And wait.And wait.And wait.Not a couple of minutes. Not ten or fifteen or even twenty, but a whole stomach-knotting, nerve-jangling hour that crawled by like a wet century.Sarah walked pass the secretary quickly into the office, the only man who will forever hate her standing with his back to her at the window overlooking the bustling streets of New York, just inches away making a phone call .Sarah's eyes heart jumped and her heart stutter like a lawnmower running over rocks. maybe she shouldn’t have come to Drake's company without giving him heads up .But he was her only option to save her father and her sick brother right now." you don't have to stand ."If that wasn’t insult enough, he was seemingly engrossed in a conversation on his phone. He barely gave her a glance over his shoulder, just cursorily waved his hand towards one of the chairs opposite his desk and turned back to the view changing the phone to his other hand with his brow frowning in concentration as if she were some anonymous blow-in whom he had graciously shoehorned into his incredibly busy day.A sharp pain seized her chest. How could he ignore her after not seeing her for so long? Hadn’t she meant anything to him?Why wasn’t he looking at her? She wasn’t vain but she knew she looked good.Sarah was starting to wonder if she should have worn something with a little more cleavage to show him what he’d been missing. He was still as jaw-droppingly gorgeous as the last time she’d seen him. His jet-black hair was neither long nor short nor straight nor curly, but somewhere sexily in the middle, reminding her of all the times she had trailed her fingers through those thick glossy strands, or fisted her hands in them during earth-shattering, planet-dislodging sex. He was clean-shaven but the rich dark stubble surrounding his nose and mouth and along his chiselled jaw was a heady reminder of all the times he’d left stubble rash on her softer skin. It had been like a sexy brand on her face, on her breasts, between her thighs...Sarah suppressed a shudder and, ignoring the chair he’d offered, threw him a look that would have frozen lava. ‘I want a word with you .’The corners of Drake’s mouth flickered as if he were trying to stop a smile...Oh, dear God, his smiling mouth. The things his mouth had made her feel. The places on her body his mouth had kissed and caressed and left tingling for hours during their intimate days..."Let me guess.’'He placed the phone on his desk with unnerving precision. A dark light gleamed in his espresso-brown gaze like the flick of a dangerous match.You want to come back to me.'’Sarah curled her hand around the handle of her bag so tightly her bitten-down nail beds stung. ‘No. I do not want to come back to you. I’m here about the job .""Sit down.''Sarah sat, not because he told her but because her legs were threatening to go from under her like damp drinking straws.she wouldn’t be able to avoid him the way she’d been doing for the last two years.She turned into someone else when she was with him. Someone who had all the hopes and dreams of a normal person—someone who didn’t have a horrible secret in her background. A secret not even her brother knew about.Her half-brother."Why?'’Hearing Drake’s question, Sarah straightened her skirt over her thighs and took a calming breath. “My father is sick. We need money.”Drake leaned back in his chair with one ankle crossed over his muscle-packed thigh, his dark unreadable gaze moving over her body like a minesweeper. ‘You’re looking good."Sarah was trying to contain her temper but it was like trying to restrain a rabid Rottweiler on a Teacup Chihuahua’s leash." I always do." She responded sharply."Come back in a week."" A week!." Was he joking" You may take your leave."" Are you saying you can not offer me the job?."" I only said be back in a week."She grinned wickedly before she stood up " you know what Drake? Go f**k yourself. "She walked out immediately almost in tears. One thing she would not do is let him see her cry. How could she have thought Drake would give her the job without any delay.Waiting about a week is telling her he wasn't giving her the job, most interviews she went for didnt exceed two days to give responds, She can’t wait for a week. Matt can’t wait. ****Drake Holt had just left one of his flings , currently he was having a bad time moving on from his hot celebrity actress Lilian Red who had just broken up with him.He is trying to recover and then his ex Sarah Rosewood just walked out of his office door . He was shocked when he had seen her resume on his table that morning. " come in." He replied his secretary whose knock helped him escape his thought." I just wanted to remind you about your dinner with Miss. Red ."" Yes , I will leave soon.Tell my driver to get the car ready ."He had no choice than to honour his ex invitation to a dinner he really wanted to avoid badly , she was still his business partner and he loves her dearly but he just could not have her as a wife and so they had to break up.Looking at his wristwatch , he knew he better be on his way or he might miss the dinner , he took his phone from the table and hurried out quickly." the flower you requested for , sir." He took the flower from his secretary quickly
Drake Holt had just left one of his flings , currently he was having a bad time moving on from his hot celebrity actress Lilian Red who had just broken up with him.He is trying to recover and then his ex Sarah Rosewood just walked out of his office door . He was shocked when he had seen her resume on his table that morning. " come in." He replied his secretary whose knock helped him escape his thought." I just wanted to remind you about your dinner with Miss. Red ."" Yes , I will leave soon.Tell my driver to get the car ready ."He had no choice than to honour his ex invitation to a dinner he really wanted to avoid badly , she was still his business partner and he loves her dearly but he just could not have her as a wife and so they had to break up.Looking at his wristwatch , he knew he better be on his way or he might miss the dinner , he took his phone from the table and hurried out quickly." the flower you requested for , sir." He took the flower from his secretary quickly
Sarah was torn between wanting to tell him where to put his deal and not wanting him to see more of this vulnerable side of hers. She could agree to the charade verbally but he could hardly hold her to anything without having her sign something.'‘I’ll go with you to the hospital because I’ve always liked your father. That’s if you think he’d like to see me?’''‘He would like to see you,’' Sarah said and wiped off her tears .Drake searched through the papers on his desk for something, muttering a curse word in the process.'‘Is this what you’re looking for?'’ Sarah handed him the pages that had fallen from his desk. He probably thought he picked all but he didn't. He took it from her and, reaching for a pen, slid them in front of her on the desk. '‘Sign here.’'She ignored the pen and met his steely gaze. ‘'Do we have to do it now? my father is—'’'‘Sign it.’'Drake could feel her will preparing for battle. Her spine stiffened to concrete, her jaw set to stone and her gaze sent a
Drake followed Sarah ito the private room where her father was being monitored prior to the transplant. Strict sterilisation procedures were being conducted and, according to the nurse, they would be a hundred times more stringent once the surgery was over.The old man was lying in a bed with medical apparatus tethering him seemingly from every limb. He opened his eyes when Sarah approached the bed and gave a weak smile. ‘'You made it in time.’'Sarah gently took her father’s hand in hers and Drake was touched to see the warmth and tenderness in Sarah’s gaze. Had he ever looked at her like that? As if she mattered more than anything at that moment? She felt guilty for thinking such thoughts at such a time with her father so desperately ill, but how could she not wish Drake had felt something more than just earthy lust for her?'‘I made it,’ Sarah said. ‘And I brought someone with me to see you.’'Her father looked to where Drake was standing and his weary bloodshot eyes lit up like s
And after she had decided to walk out of the relationship, he did not mind . Drake hadn’t come after her. He hadn’t even called her. It seemed to prove how little he cared about her and how their relationship would never lead to marriage.But then, men like Drake Holt didn’t have to beg. They commanded and people obeyed.Walking into the available rest room on the floor . Luckily there was a mirror , she finally released her emotions as tears flowed down her eyes. This was not the life she wished for as at five years ago , things were not walking well at all. She knew she had to comply with Drake's contract regardless of the content if her father's surgery was successful or not.She would have loved to throw his agreement and his ten million whatsoever back in his face. She would have loved to tear up the money note by note and stuff the pieces down the front of his shirt. But she loved her father more than she hated Drake. Much more. Which was kind of scary because she needed to ve
The look Eniola gave Sarah could have shriveled ducks from a mile away. She moved closer to Sarah, and her voice lowered to an angry hiss." You are joking, right?" “I have signed the contract Enny, I seriously can't believe myself either and the last thing I want is a bunch of paparazzi mucking up around me. "Eniola sips her glass of wine slowly with a look that says speechless" Are you really not going to say something?" "That's a potential way to say you are getting married, and the Drake I know is never going to put a ring on any woman ."Well, that explained the growly bear act. Eniola put on her most charming smile. “Congrats, love. Let's just drink for now ,hun?”“You can't let me get drunk, I have to go to the hospital very early tomorrow.”“Now, that would be a shame. I’d have to drink all by myself and wouldn’t find it fun?” Eniola’s smile remained easy despite the menace she was throwing down. “I’d hate to see you drink alone, I will just have a glass or two.”Sarah’s gl
Morning sunlight struck her eyelids, drawing sleep back to the suppressed piece of her brain and effectively awakening her. Slowly, blue orbs were exposed to the dimly lit hotel room, and as they adjusted to the light pouring into them, as well as to the feeling of being cast from the dark recesses of her once sleep-stricken mind, objects in the room began to show up through the faintly blinding sunlight.A dresser was cast across the room sat beside a door she could only faintly remember belonging to a bathroom used to it's full capacity the night before. Set across from the doorway to the bathroom sat a balcony.The curtains connected to the balcony, shielding the sunlight only slightly, blew faintly through the minuscule crack between the glass door and the wall keeping it in place. Like a silk blanket, the warm smell of cinnamon, sex - or rather passion and love mingled together in one wonderful scent - and what almost seemed like...A brief and tired smile struck her lips as she r
" we leave tonight." Drake said to her face immediately she entered his office" You can't just order me around." She flared up with anger" If this is about your dad Sarah,I have everything in control, I want you to go back home and pick few things you consider important.” Sarah gazed at him for a long moment, trying to decide what to do. She hadn’t noticed him look this heartless before. Not only that but he was also inconsiderate.Then, she is so regretting her decisions now." You have something to say?" Is this about last night?"Drake almost lost balance on his chair as he coughed profusely“ Drake can I at least spend some time with my dad?”" I need you to get back home Sarah. We don’t have time , and like I said I have everything in control."Without any other word she walked out immediately with a face that reads regret, she knows him to be heartless but never this worst .Bad Shit, she looked terrible. All woebegone and miserable, and she felt so damn bad that she