Henry’s POV.
As I watch Sarah's face light up with recognition, I can't help but feel a sense of relief. It's been so long since we last saw each other, and I wasn't sure if she would remember me. But she does, and I'm grateful for that.
I smile warmly at her, taking in her features. I didn't recognize her until I paid close attention to her performance. She's grown up to be such a damn beautiful woman, and I can't help but feel drawn to her. Some so many men look at her in hunger as if they want to f*ck her after she goes down from the stage, and I swear I want to blow their heads off at once.
"Guilty as charged," I reply, still smiling. "By the way, let's get out of this place, Sarah."
I take her hand, and we walk outside. However, the air becomes awkward as she remains silent while I continue to hold her hand.
I'm not one to talk much about myself, although I'm proud of what I've accomplished over the years. I bet Sarah would be shocked if she knew that her childhood friend is now the CEO of a famous DC company. Though, connections in the Italian mafia for investment activities are such an untold story behind my identity.
I organized a competition to find new talent for my company, and coincidentally, Sarah was the talent that I found. Is this a gift from the universe? I don’t know.
As we walk, I try to make small talk, asking about her life and what she's been up to.
"So, what inspired you to write the song?"
"I'm into a guy, and so..." she starts to say, but stops walking and looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Her breasts are round and smooth, with a tight dress revealing her seductive hips. I’m dying for her as I notice the mesh stockings and flushed face, accompanied by a sweet, slightly pungent scent of alcohol.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask.
What the hell, could any monkeys steal Sarah from me? I feel so uncomfortable imagining this woman in bed with any damn bastards.
It's all my fault for not believing in any woman except my mom in this world. I'm too scared to bond myself into a relationship with anyone.
From the bottom of my heart, I'm scared to be like my father, the stupid man who beats my mom so hard. Even my little brother and I become punching bags for him when my mom is absent. We usually hide in Sarah's house, and that's how I know her. I want to erase every memory of me in her brain.
To my relief, she tells me, "Yes, I have."
It's not like I have any intentions of pursuing her anyway, but hearing that she's taken somehow makes it easier for me to suppress my feelings. I try to hide my emotions and put on a neutral expression as I ask her if she has a boyfriend.
"That's great to hear," I say, trying to sound genuine. "I hope he treats you well."
But as we reach a park, she suddenly turns to me with a mischievous grin.
"Actually, I don't have a boyfriend," she confesses. "I just said that to see your reaction."
I can't help but let out a laugh of relief. "You really got me there," I say, feeling a weight lifted off my chest. "So, tell me more about this guy you're in love with."
Sarah's face lights up as she talks about the guy she's seeing. I listen intently, enjoying the way her eyes sparkle as she describes him.
"He's just so amazing," she gushes. "He's kind, intelligent, funny, and he always knows just what to say to make me feel better."
I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I listen to her talk about this guy. I wish I could be the one to make her feel that way.
As we walk through the park, I notice that Sarah seems to be getting tipsy. She stumbles a bit and leans into me for support. I can smell the alcohol on her breath, and I worry that she's had too much to drink. As her breast leaning on my chest makes me feel humble, my blood boils in my veins, and my heart races so hard.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, putting my arm around her to steady her.
"No worries," she slurs, giggling a little. "Just a little drunk, that's all."
I'm not so sure, but I don't want to argue with her. I call my personal driver, and my red Lamborghini arrives within minutes.
"Come on, I'll get you home."
"No!" she says, her voice suddenly serious. "I don't want to go back to the prison tonight."
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then I remember the way she used to comfort me when I was scared as a child, and I know that I can't refuse her. My little pervert is thirstier than ever. He says he wants to lean her against the wall and make her moan in juice to help her get rid of her stress.
"Think before you speak," I say, smiling down at her. "You might regret it!"
I lead her to a nearby bench and sit down with her, keeping a safe distance between us. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and it's hard to resist the temptation to reach out and touch her.
"It's cold outside. Get in the car first."
Despite her struggling and beating on my chest, I pick her up and get her into the car. She keeps silent and looks at me as if I'm a kidnapper.
"Tell me what's going on," I say gently, trying to get her to open up to me when I sit beside her in the car.
She looks at me, her eyes clouded with sadness. "I hate my life," she says, her voice trembling. "I just want to escape for a little while, you know?"
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Sarah’s POV. "I know it's tough," he says, trying to comfort me. "If you need a shoulder, I'm here for you." I feel his hand squeezing mine, and I can't help but feel a flicker of hope. I just told him half of the truth, another slice of the coin is the song I compose when I think about him. And he is the man I describe to him. Well, as soon as he speaks, I can feel my heart sinking. He didn't come back for long. It's like a confirmation of all the fears and doubts that have been gnawing at me for years. Even though I'm six years old at that time, I still never forget the feeling when we’ve been together. "Don't make me laugh, Henry. You've broken your promise." Yes, you did. You promised that we would become a couple when I grow up. But you disappeared. "We were just kids back then, Sarah," he says, and I can feel my emotions starting to get the better of me. I don't want to cry in front of him, but I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Before I can even proce
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Henry’s POV. The sun sets on another day at the bustling my office, a prominent player in the business world. But for two of its top executives, the day is far from over. Daniel and I are in the midst of a crisis, trying to uncover the thief who has stolen a critical document that could make or break our company. "Yes, we need to figure out who stole the document and how they did it. That could give us some leverage," Daniel says, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "I'll start going through our security footage and see if I can identify anyone suspicious," I say, already moving towards the security room. "Of course," Daniel replies. "I'll see if I can dig up any leads from our informants." As I scan through the footage, my heart sinks as I see someone I recognize - it's one of our own employees, Rachel. I can't believe she would betray us like this. My mind races as I think of all the times this bitch falls in front of me, pretending to be clumsy, only to reveal her true identity
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Sarah’s POV. I blink hard when someone removes my eyepatch, straining against the sudden brightness. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I realize I'm in an office. The man in front of me is tall and muscular, with a shaved head and a dangerous look on his face. He dresses in costly outfits and reflects a sense of superiority. He appears to recognize me, verifying my identification by placing a photograph of me leaving Henry's residence on the table. As I examine this situation, panic expands in my chest. "So," he says, his tone calm and calculated. "Where is the black diamond?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I answer, attempting to seem confident despite my anxiety. "I've never even heard of a black diamond." I jump as the man's eyes widen, and he smacks his hand on the table. "Don't play dumb with me," he says, slapping my face with a low, threatening voice. "Fuck you, Bitch!" I noticed you leaving Henry's house. Did you hand it over to Henry?" My mind races as I
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