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Sara Owen felt strange after hearing it. Suddenly, she remembered those days when people around her used to call her madam. That felt good every time. But after getting out of his life, this word felt a bit strange. “I'm Secretary Daisy. Assistant Jacob informed me about your arrival. I was waiting for you only. You are very beautiful.” Sara Owen laughed seeing her politeness, “Thank you.” “Please wait here for a while. I'll get you coffee right now.” “No thanks...” She was in a hurry to leave. “Please ma'am. I would love to serve you. You wait, I will come soon.” Sara Owen was alone in the presidential suite after Secretary Daisy left the table. It would be an insult to say that Rudra Reddy was attending an important meeting so she would have to wait. Daisy was astute. Sara Owen looked down at her white wristwatch. She needed to leave as soon as possible because she had to prepare for the interview. She took up the lunch box and made her way to the cabin. Vento City was the
“I want to go back, too.” “You were about to say something.” “Yes, I wanted to talk to you but... Maybe this is not the right time. You look tired.” His eyes were colourless and had dark circles around them. “Okay. We will talk comfortably at home. Anyway, I have a meeting. So, I will be able to eat food late.” “Then I will leave.” They smiled and stood up from the couch. “I will send you.” “No thanks. I will go.” “Drive carefully. I will return home late. Wait for me.” “Yeah.” Sara Owen gathered her belongings and exited the cabin. Her mind was racing. Rudra Reddy put his palms in his pockets and kept his dark gaze fixed on the cabin's door. He was contemplating something significant. Without a doubt, the woman was his favourite. Sara Owen stepped out of the basement elevator and walked towards the white car. She was about to open the car door when her legs gave out and her feet refused to cooperate. Her heartbeats brought her to a halt. She swallowed a lot of salivae. H
Yohan Dixon finished his cigarette and threw it away, “You've both made it clear in the media that you're married without getting married. This must have deceived people. But you've forgotten that my rule applies to all of the world's news.” “It should not matter whether my marriage is true or false to you.” She clenched her fists. He glared at her, “It's entirely up to me.” He gave her a suspicious smirk and got into his white car. Sara Owen's heavy chest remained fixed on the speeding car. She had completely forgotten about the interview. He came like a storm and left after raising a torrential downpour in her heart. Sara Owen arrived at the apartment at five o'clock. “Madam…” Susan called her as she approached the bedroom. She went straight into the room and locked the door as if she hadn't heard Susan. She inhaled deeply as she leaned back against the door. Then the inhaling sequence became more rapid, resulting in sobs. Her mouth was covered by a palm, and her left palm reac
Sara Owen was lying on the bed. She was reading a book to distract herself from Yohan Dixon's thoughts. Alas! She had no chance. Someone had knocked on the door late at night. The man smiled at Sara Owen as she opened the door. "You're back." She said. "Did you fall asleep?" "No, I was...reading a book." "You wanted to discuss something..." His eyes were heavy, and his voice was hoarse. He appeared to be inebriated. "You've travelled a long distance. You seem tired." She chose to ignore it. "Talking with you for a while will make my tiredness go away." She nodded. Two slim figures stood near the swimming pool. The rays reflected off the water and shone on Sara Owen's pretty face. She remembered the morning she had sex with Yohan Dixon in swimming pool which vanished her phobia to pools. Rudra Reddy was holding a glass of whisky, and a palm was in his pocket. Sara Owen was standing beside him, hugging her chest. Both were looking out of the glass window. He sipped, "Do you en
Yohan Dixon kissed her wildly until she lacked oxygen. In the elevator, they burst into sweat. They looked at each other. Same gaze. Same feeling. The separation of three months hadn't affected the emotions between them. Sara Owen's eyes filled with tears. He put her down and held her face in his warm palms placing his thumbs near the corner of her eyes. "Why do you cry every time you see me?"She bit her lip and moved away from his aura. She buttoned her shirt and wiped her wet, sweaty face as she turned around. When she remained silent, his heart became tense. He drew her in by holding her arm."How often did I warn you? Look at me when I talk to you."Sara Owen jerked his arm and gave him a severe look. "I'm not that Sara Owen who lived at your villa to serve you." She said.He yanked her in closer as he grasped her collar. He clenched his teeth and growled, "How dare you talk back?" "Mr Dixon, you have forfeited your claim to me. Leave me." After releasing herself from his ar
Yohan Dixon cancelled all of his upcoming meetings and sat in front of the conference room's projector for the whole of the day simply to see Sara Owen. She was afraid to smile because she was at the Dixon headquarters, and that horrible man was about to confront her at any second. When she finally arrived at the bus stop after leaving the headquarters, she exhaled in relief. A well-known woman suddenly appeared in front of her while smiling. "Gracie..." With her lovely smile, Sara Owen ran to the woman. They gave each other closer hugs. “Sara, I missed you.” “What's wrong with you?” Sara Owen asked her in amazement. Sara Owen and Gracie were seated in a quiet restaurant beside a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked a busy street. There wasn't much of a crowd, and the music was lovely. While drinking her coffee, Sara Owen gave her a serious look. “He didn't tell you the truth or false. To help her, he asked Aunty to decorate his villa, although he never mentioned it.” “I
Sara Owen kept focusing on the door leading out, where Rudra Reddy had hurriedly exited. Her quiet was once more tinged with sadness. However, loneliness was not the cause of this sadness. Those lovely memories that taught her how to live gave rise to this sadness. The downpour startled her as soon as she exited the structure. She stood beneath the roof for a time, lifting her naked shoulders in a self-hug, until her heart began to pound obnoxiously. Rain... She began thinking back to each rainy day she had spent in his warm arms. Could the theory, however, ever be realized? Her eyes tore through those raindrops and caught sight of the person she was currently missing. Surprise replaced dryness and grief in her eyes. He was present. She shook as soon as he went forward and took off his blazer. When he approached her and placed his blazer on her shaky shoulders, she averted her gaze and focused on his black, shining shoes. “Why do you never remember your coat?” His voice was alluring
Her heart and head were both restless, so she wouldn't be able to sleep for the entire night. Her eyes were closed and she was covered by her blanket. Then her room's door was opened, filling inside the smell of alcohol. Rudra Reddy kept staring at the back of her head with his heavy heart. He could dare to enter her room when she was sleeping. But, he would never dare to touch her. Her breath briefly had the scent of a human before the door shut.Sara Owen exhaled and glared frightenedly at the door. Why had he arrived here so late at night? As soon as she woke up, she left her bed and proceeded to lock the door from inside. When she lived with Yohan Dixon before, she didn't experience this fear. He even used to enter the bedroom without knocking. … It was a lazy evening and the weather was slightly cold. Samira Reddy entered the presidential suit in her shaky walk. Her face was pale and her eyes were impatient. Yohan Dixon was reading the documents when she entered the cabin.