(Tara’s POV)Did I just send him a kiss?My eyes bugged out, realizing I just did. My cellphone slipped my hand, falling into the shaggy carpet, and I let a scream, a loud one, as I covered my face with my hands.Stella came running to me as soon as she heard my scream.“Goodness! What happened?” She asked, her eyes worried as she held my wrist to check on me. “Did you hurt yourself?”When I shake my head, she releases me and picks up my phone.I fanned myself with my hands. “I sent a message by mistake.” I groaned. “I thought something had happened to you,” She heaved a sigh of relief and gave my phone back to me.I slump to the sofa and look at her. “You’re early,” I said.She shakes her head. “No, you’re early,” she sits down and takes her laptop out of her bag. She places it on the center table, and after

(Blakes’s POV)Samantha pushes the glass door. She was laughing at me as I tried to do my necktie. “Come here, handsome guy, let me strangle you,” she says. We stop just by the door while she fixes the knot of my necktie.“You know I hate wearing this. Remind me again, why do I have to wear this today, Sam?”Before she could answer, we jerked to the voice we heard.“S-sam?”My forehead furrowed. I turn my head to the familiar sound, the voice that I have been longing to hear since I woke up this morning. My mouth half-opens when I see Tara standing in front of us, her pale face tells me she has finally learned the truth that I am not Sam. Usually, I could think of millions of excuses, but not today.“Tara?” Samantha recovers quickly from that shocking moment. She flickers her eyes to me, and seeing my face, she assumes she is right. She taps my necktie and walks to her. &

(Blakes’s POV)The weather has been friendly to me today. As soon as Tara decided to go home, a localized storm brought heavy rain with lightning and thunder. I thanked heaven for her small bag and for forgetting her umbrella at home. More so, I thanked Samantha for bringing Sean today despite our busy schedule. I was able to hold her longer today than the last time.Even my teleconference meeting today was shorter than I expected. I had to take it, though, to the conference room instead of my office. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, it was still raining, and I felt relief when I saw Tara and Sean playing in the lounge.She glances at me, but that is just it. I walk past them and step outside the patio. I had to shower and change clothes. If not for Tara, I would want to go to Bali to relax. A day or two at Liberty Wreck would be fine.When I come back, Sean is now laying his back on the L-shape sofa, his head on Tara&rsquo

(Tara’s POV)I called Gianna, and she explained everything in between her cries. I was sitting on the sofa, still shocked and unable to move, trying to think where to get money for the hospital bills. No one will shoulder the cost since it was a hit-and-run case. Although Stella assured me she would do something, I felt helpless and powerless about our present situation.Stella is facing her computer now, probably checking her account. We need quite an enormous amount of money for Ivana’s operations, and it has to be done soon in a big hospital.When I stand up, Stella raises her head and gives me a hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Tara, I’ll do everything I can to get the amount we need by tomorrow. Just give me time to pool the resources,”“I...” I have no one to go to. This is one of the times when I wish John and I are still together. We did not experience t

(Tara’s POV)“Tara, you’re...you’re early,” He stammers, his face turning pale like he stops breathing for a few seconds.I was sure my face was red. I could feel the heat creeping through my skin as I saw Blake wearing nothing except the lightweight towel hugging his hips. Like him, I stopped breathing. His hair is still dripping wet, looking like a model of expensive male perfume. I swallowed hard as my eyes feasted on his well-developed physique. How could heaven give this man a perfect body? This is one of those moments that I would want to open Google to look for a better word to describe him at this moment. Hunk? Sexy? A very sexually attractive man.“Hi!” I said, staring at the ceiling and pressing my lips. If I look down, my eyes would again wander from his face down to his hips, and I would imagine thousands of things that I shouldn’t be thinking.&