The good days without Alana showing up at the mansion went by very fast. When Sarah realized, the woman was back to make her life a living hell.But so far, Alana had only threatened her with empty words and ugly faces. Until now. Benjamin was having his morning classes, so Sarah was enjoying some free time waiting for him to come down to have lunch.The staff was very busy preparing the place because Victor was going to have a dinner to celebrate with his partners, so the mansion had to be impeccable. For that reason, Sarah didn't have anyone to talk to, so she decided to grab her book and go to the living room.But her moment of solitude and peace was interrupted by the only person she didn't want to see at that moment. Or ever."Oh, so you're the only one here doing nothing apparently. Why is that? Don't you know how to do anything else except take care of a silly kid?" Sarah didn't even have the chance to close her book before being attacked with Alana's insults. She took a deep
Sarah turned so fast that her neck snapped and she bit her lips to suppress her cry of pain. To be honest, her heart was aching much more."That's… That's not true, Mr. Reed. I…" But she stopped herself from saying anything, because he would never believe her words instead of Alana's. She was just an employee of the mansion, while Alana had been the only woman he had been with in years. He had no reason to believe her. He would never believe if Sarah said that Alana did that on purpose just to frame her.She noticed his eyes coming from Alana to the smashed vase on the floor and then to her eyes. Sarah almost collapsed as her legs trembled and failed for a second. Why was she so weak when he looked at her? Why did his eyes have so much power over her? But at this moment, for the first time, she felt he was looking at her in a different way.Victor had always given her tender and kind glances, even though she tried to convince herself that it didn't have a special reason. He seemed to
Since the incident with the vase, Victor did everything in his power to stay away from home, which wasn't that hard for him anyway. He always had things to do in the office and when he didn't, meeting his friends at the club wasn't too much of a sacrifice either.The truth was that he gave a damn about the object. In fact, he never really liked it. It reminded him of his mother, which wasn't a good memory at all. What was bothering him immensely was the fact that he couldn't take Sarah out of his mind.He never cared about women before. He was ashamed to admit that he was the type of man that only thought about women for selfish and lustful reasons. He had his own motives for that, one he never mentioned to anyone.Alana was someone easy to ignore. She was always around when he needed, and even if she wasn't treated nicely, she would always come back and be available for him.Whenever she started to talk and wanted to share anything with him, he'd simply shut his ears and not pay atten
Sarah opened her mouth a few times before being able to form a proper sentence."What do you mean, Mr. Reed?""I meant that you're coming with us. It's just for a few days. You'll be back before your day-off, don't worry.""Where… Where are we going?" she asked, still making sense of the recent news. She wasn't expecting anything like that, but she also had no reason to object. Not that he gave her that option, but she was certain that if she had a good reason, he wouldn't force her.But there was only one thing making her worried. Being alone with Mr. Reed, even though Benjamin would also be there, could be a huge mistake. Not that she was expecting anything to happen, but she just feared for her heart.In the romantic department, Sarah was the type of person that gave all of herself, not measuring anything. She was too emotional, that's how she was. She didn't want to suffer, but she also didn't trust herself. It was easy to repeat inside her mind that Victor wasn't for her, that he
Sarah could not believe her eyes when they arrived at Mr. Reed's country house. It was enormous. It looked a lot like the ranches she used to see in some of her Nana's Mexican soap operas.It had a lot of green; the house itself was too big to even see where it ended, and there was this beautiful garden outside that she fell in love with instantly.Benjamin rushed inside, grabbing his toys and calling Sarah to see his room. She was mesmerized by every single thing.The rustic side of it all pleased her a lot. She loved the city, but she always wondered what would it be like to live in a small town, with nature everywhere. A place where she could take Nana to breathe the fresh air, see the little birds singing outside every morning, and pick flowers from the garden. That was a sight she could imagine herself into. But she'd never have a chance to afford a house in such a place. Especially not one like that. She took some pictures and sent them to Nana before she unpacked her things.Vi
Sarah's heart froze. She didn't think twice. She rushed to the living room, but Mr. Reed was faster. He arrived there first and was already squatted down beside Benjamin when she reached them.Benjamin was on the floor, both his knees bleeding, his toys still on his hands. Victor took him and put him seated on his lap, caressing his hair while the boy cried with his face stuck on his uncle's neck.Sarah didn't know what to do. She was petrified, scared to the core. It was her fault. She was the nanny, she should be taking care of him. Instead, she was drinking wine with her boss in the kitchen like some stupid gold digger. "I woke up… And I was going to find you… But… But I fell because I tripped in one… of my toys," Benjamin explained between sobs."And you were walking around with all of these toys in your hands?" Victor asked, still caressing the little boy's head while checking his knees and other potential injuries.There wasn't any, which was a relief. They were alone in a count
Sarah gulped as soon as his scent invaded her nostrils. It was so inebriating that she almost lost her senses. It couldn't be the wine, because she hadn't drunk that much.Victor, on the other hand, was slightly drunk. She could tell by the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were fixed on her lips while he spoke."You confuse me, because I don't know why I can't stop thinking about you so much," he confessed.Sarah blinked, trying to understand what he was saying. If he was drunk, he could be just saying nonsense. She shouldn't take it seriously, because he was probably not going to remember it the next day."And to be honest with you, I never cared about any women before. I actually hate them. You… I don't know," he continued, struggling a bit to find the right words. "But I won't talk to you about this, because I'll only give you more reason to hate me."But she did want to know about it. Since their conversation in the kitchen, she was more than eager to hear his explanation.
It took Sarah a few seconds to realize that the kiss was actually happening, and wasn't just a figment of her imagination. She was having an internal conflict, because while her head was telling her to retreat and get away from him, her heart and whole body told her otherwise. She didn't want to do it. In fact, she wanted to get even closer, if that was even possible.Victor had his hands around her waist, pulling her towards him and there wasn't any space left between them. Giving up on debating with herself, Sarah decided to just accept that maybe fate gave her a tiny moment of happiness. She had never felt like that before with anyone, so she assumed it was worth the risk. She didn't want to think about the consequences and just enjoy the moment, so she lifted her arms and put them around his neck, pulling his head closer to her.The scent he exuded, the feelings he provoked on her body, the taste of his lips on hers; none of that passed unnoticed to Sarah. She wasn't expecting he