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He attempted to walk away, but I held his arm, blocking his path. "We can't leave this conversation unfinished," I said, my tone serious and filled with curiosity. "Is there something I don't know?" Gently, he dislodged himself from my grip; his eyes had lost their sparkle, dulling to a serious gaze. "Sarah, there are things that are too painful to talk about..." he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper. I felt a pang in my chest, sensing the depth of his emotional turmoil. His words hung in the air like a challenge, beckoning me to probe further. "What happened?" I asked, my voice softer. He hesitated, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for an escape route. "Some wounds never heal," he whispered, his gaze drifting back to mine. I held his gaze, determined to uncover the truth. "Share it with me," I urged, my tone gentle yet persistent. He sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. "I can't right now, or do you want to see t
Not wanting to push the issue further, I decided to drop the subject and respect his boundaries. "Tell me whatever terrible thing you did when you're ready." I flashed him a brief reassuring smile and then returned to my task. Just then, a loud coarse voice echoed from the living room, snapping both our focus to the doorway. "XAVIER! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Mr. Clinton let out a sigh as he hastened towards the doorway. Curiosity etched on my face as I trailed behind Mr. Clinton into the living room. "Who's that?" I whispered, tugging on his sleeve. Mr. Clinton's expression was a mix of frustration and wariness. "My troublesome sister," he murmured, picking up the pace. "Sister? Mr. Clinton, you have a sister?" I asked, my brow furrowing in surprise. "You never told me." He didn't respond, his face stern and serious as if he was ready for an intense battle. And it made me wonder why his sister's presence seemed to stir up his frustration. As we entered the living ro
After a few minutes of intense argument between the siblings, they finally backed down, with Mr. Clinton emerging as the winner of the heated debate. His persuasive arguments and calm demeanor ultimately convinced his sister to reconsider her decision to spend the night with Miss Ross. But Juniper didn't just back down without flashing him a stern look, her voice firm and resolute. "I left my kids at home, so I am only staying for the night. Early in the morning tomorrow, I'm taking her with me," she said, leaving no room for negotiation. Mr. Clinton nodded in agreement, breathing a sigh of relief. "Fine... you can take her away tomorrow." Juniper's lips curled in a sneer as she turned to me, her eyes shooting daggers at me. Instinctively, I shifted to the far end of the sofa, not wanting to offend her any more than she already was. "Mother, have you eaten breakfast?" she asked as she settled back on the sofa, her expression softening. "A little at the hospital, but Sarah was
With our foreheads touching, his lips grazed mine tantalizingly. His hot breath fanned my face, warming my skin and filling my senses with his scent—a subtle blend of cologne and raw masculinity. I noticed his inner struggles resurfacing again, just like the last time he kissed me. His constant repulsion is really pissing me off. "Sarah..." he whispered, his voice husky and low, vibrating through my entire being. "We shouldn't..." His words trailed off, leaving unsaid thoughts hanging in the air. "Shush, Mr. Clinton... don't start." I whispered back, cutting him off. "You promised not to hold back anymore," my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. He didn't respond immediately; instead, he pushed me back against the edge of the pool, his chest pressed against mine, the warmth radiating from his body enveloping me. "You're a temptation, Sarah... a sweet and treacherous one." He whispered, his lips still hovering over mine as his hand slithered down, tracing every
**XAVIER'S POV**Juniper blinked again, putting the water away from her lips. With one final glance at us, she turned around and strode away, leaving without saying another word.I wonder what's going on in her head at the moment. Juniper has always been unpredictable; at least she didn't make a scene."Woah, that was... awkward..." Sarah chuckled, turning to me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "How can you find this humorous?" I asked, shaking my head.Sarah's grin widened. "Well, someone has to lighten the mood. Besides, Juniper's dramatic exits are just perfect." She chuckled again, walking over to pick up her clothes from the floor.I sighed, rubbing my temples... I have a lot of explaining to do, or else Juniper will... well, I don't know what she would do. She was hard to read."You should go to bed now..." I said, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around her, my fingers sliding down her arm.She smiled and leaned in, hooking her hand around my neck. "How about you take me t
SARAH'S POVI walked into the kitchen, the aroma of sizzling bacon enveloping me. Juniper stood at the stove, expertly flipping pancakes as the skillet sizzled and crackled.My gaze lingered on Juniper's effortless domesticity. Her long, curly hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and a sprinkle of flour dusted her cheek."You deep sleeper. If you were my brother's wife, he would have been starving to death before you woke up every morning," Juniper said, her eyes fixed on the pancakes.I smiled wryly, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks as my mind began to drift.'Brother's wife'...I have imagined several intimate moments with Mr. Clinton, but I haven't really thought about us holding hands at the altar with the priest proclaiming us a couple or him calling me...wife...it felt so...surreal."Zoned off?" Juniper snapped me out of my reverie. "Women are so predictable." She chuckled, passing me a cup of coffee."Here you go...""Wait. Does this mean you approve of our relationship?"
After breakfast, I rushed out of the cozy kitchen, grabbing my bag and heading out the door. The entire conversation with Juniper replayed in my mind as I drove to school.I was pleasantly surprised by how nice she was. She had this tough exterior, was really sweet and caring, and there was something adorable about the way her stern face softened when she talked.Finally, I arrived at the exam hall, my heart racing with anticipation. After stepping into the hall, time flew away, taking me on a long ride with anatomy. The three-hour exam felt like an eternity.But now, I stood outside the exam hall, exhaling deeply as I let the warm sunlight wash over me.Helen appeared behind me, flinging her arms around my shoulder and exclaimed, "Honey, we survived!"I grinned, hugging her back. "Yeah, I did, but you don't look like someone who survived." I scoffed, my eyes wandering all over her in ridicule.Her curly hair was a mess, with a few strands falling from her ponytail, emphasizing her ex
XAVIER'S POV "Xavier, I'm leaving." Juniper appeared in my doorway, leaning on the wall with a blank expression. I tossed her a brief glance before turning back to my laptop. "Then leave. Do you have to tell me first?" I said, completely ignoring her presence as I drowned in the screen in front of me. "Oh, I see where this is going." She strode into my room and suddenly closed my laptop, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You're showing attitude because I caught you with a younger woman last night, isn't it?" I let out an exasperated sigh, turning to face her since it was obvious she had something to say, which I wasn't ready to listen to if she was going to be against the idea of Mr. and Sarah together. She sat beside me as her playful expression disappeared, turning more serious. "I got drunk yesterday, but I remember everything I saw..." She trailed off as her gaze pierced into mine, as if seeking a reaction from me. "Go straight to your point," I spat, nudging her