(Tara's POV)
It was a bizarre dream, but I could not remember where I was, except I was walking endlessly on the bridge with Clarice when I heard Bree calling me. When I stopped walking, Clarice seemed to understand. She smiled at me and nodded. I must have walked far because it took me time to reach the end, but I heard them talking about me every day. I listened to Bree as she read stories and sang to me. Whenever I heard Blake’s voice calling me to wake up, telling me how much he loves me, I would run.
This morning, Bree woke me up with her song, but I couldn’t open my eyes. When I could finally open my eyelids, it was the god-like face of my fiance that my eyes first laid on. I feasted my eyes on him and thought of the day I saw him at the office with Sadie. It hurt me, but my heart was telling me how much he loved me, and that was enough for me to give us another chance.
I closed my eyes a
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(Tara's POV)DO NOT OPEN.I rolled my eyes as I pick up the brown envelope carefully taped by my sometimes harebrained cousin, Stella. She left it at the top of the dresser in the foyer with a note.'Forever grateful. Love yah! – S'How would I know what's inside if I don't open it? But she was very clear with her instructions."Open this when you're already starting your interview with Sam," she said, her eyes squinting at me as if I can't be trusted with this simple task.I noted it mentally. I nodded at her."This interview is very important to me, Tara," she cupped my face and smiled, "This could be my chance to become a star,""You're already a star, Stella," I joked, making her chuckle."So are you," she smiled, tapping my cheeks. Both our names mean 'star', but I guess only one of us is meant to shine. "Time to shine!" she chimed happily, dashing to her bedroo
(Blake's POV)My eyebrows knitted as I gazed at the woman in front of me. At first glance, I thought she was a lost university student or applicant. I had to be careful, though. This wasn't the first time Samantha experienced someone coming to her just to see him or get close to him. I made a quick look at the telephone at her table, thinking whether I should call security or not."I... I understand if you don't want to have the interview with me. I'll just tell Stella. I was late anyway," she stammered. "You.. you... you look busy,"If I don't talk now, she would probably faint anytime soon.I raise my hand, "No, it's okay." I looked at her again, and I was amazed she didn't recognize me. I wasn't really busy. When I heard Samantha had to go because of an emergency at home, I told her to cancel all my appointments today. I was at her table because she forgot to hand me an urgent document I needed to review. I didn't expect it would
(Blake's POV)I almost burst out laughing as I stared at Tara. Her almond-shaped eyes almost pop out of her face as she realizes what she had just read.'Holy mother,' she whispers as if she was about to faint.I press my lips for a while to stop myself from laughing, then I stared at her face."What was the question again, sorry?" I pretended to be checking on something on my smartphone. I am sure she was pale a few minutes ago, but now her face flustered like an apple. She bites her lower lip, which she shouldn't do because it's turning me on.She hesitates but repeats the question. "Have you ever had sex on the plane?""Yes," I answered as I stare and wait for her reaction.She slowly lifts her eyes on me, and then look down to write on the card to write 'Yes'"Would you rather give me the card, and then I'll just write down my answers," I suggest but she shakes her head.She takes a deep bre
(Blake's POV)"Are you sure Mr. Williamson won't mind?" Tara glances at me, then turn her eyes again on the wall aquarium separating the dining room from the kitchen. She was standing in front of it, and as a child, she was looking at each fish as if memorizing its features.Tara is the first woman I brought here whose interest is on my fish rather than me and my 21,000 square feet living space, which is, by the way, over $50 million in cost."He won't," I don't mind,I answer, thinking of her going ballistic once she sees my bedroom made me smile. I had a fish tank installed in my whole bedroom wall."You really like the sea," she beams as she sits down on the chair and takes her notebook and pencil."You like swimming?" I ask, watching her doodling again on her notebook. I feel like I won't get tired of watching her. The longer I look, the more I realize why she is beautiful. She has long eyelashes that whenev
(Blake's POV)I watched Tara as she glued her forehead on the glass window while watching the heavy rain. Her lips pouting and her fingers tapping the glass softly. She would sometimes glance at her watch. I can't believe myself standing a bit far from her, just contented looking at her."I don't want a rich guy... most especially filthy rich guy!" It echoed my mind over and over again, and I remember how she laughed when she saw my flabbergasted face.What is wrong with having money? No, what is wrong with being very rich?I recalled our conversation a while ago."Do I look rich to you?" I narrowed my eyes as I asked, and she surprised me by holding my hand and feeling my palm, then she cackled."Your hands are smoother than mine. I can tell by just looking at you, you're rich," she rolled her eyes. "Have you ever done any chores before?""I've just cooked," I defended myself.She released my ha
(Blake's POV)"Jesus!" Samantha exclaimed when she saw me standing in front of my wall aquarium.I have been standing here for a while now, with my arms crossed as I stared blankly at the glass. I got up early today since I couldn't sleep well, did several laps in the swimming pool, got dressed, and still I felt empty."Difficult project?" she asks, knowing I am in this kind of behavior whenever I am in my deep thoughts. "What happened to you?" she asks again when I did not answer.She opened the fridge to get water, then turned to me as she opens the bottle."You're early," I said, not facing her, but from the glass I see her leaning on the refrigerator after she closed it, and right now she was looking at me intently."I felt guilty leaving you early yesterday," she said, although there was a hint of joke there.Samantha is a family, my cousin, and my best friend. She has stayed as my personal secretary for a long t
(Tara's POV) It is still early, just 7:35 p.m. I am sitting in my working area we set up a year ago, and while I wait for 8 p.m. I did some final touches in my drawing after I added a different color on top of it. I glance at Stella again. She has been like this after we ate dinner. We usually eat dinner at seven because of my work. After checking her smartphone, Stella paced in the living room. She would wring her hands, then she would chew on her cuticle and shake her head. "For goodness sake, Stella, what is it?" I ask, placing my drawing pad on the table. She is always like this whenever she is anxious. She stopped walking, and looked at me, but then her phone rang. She placed her index finger on her lips and answered the call. "Hi, Sam!" she greeted, making me flicker my eyes in her direction. "Yes," she said, sitting down on the sofa and writing down something on the notepad. "Okay," she said again, glancing at me.
(Tara's POV)How can life be so easy to others and to some difficult?I rolled my neck from side to side when I felt my eyelids closing involuntarily. One last class, then I could crawl back to my bed. I have three minutes before my next, finally, last class."Don't look at the sofa! Don't look at the sofa!" I have been telling that to myself every time I was on my five-minute break. Even the furry carpet was calling me and telling me how wonderful it is to lie on my back for a while.These were the times when I wish I should have just asked for Stella's help but thinking of everything she had done to us for the past five years, it would be too much to accept her offer.The 'ding' sound from my chatbox startled me."I'm sorry Ms. Tara, I can't attend your class today. I'll just see you tomorrow,"I gasped and waved my hands in the air."Thank you, God!" I cried, heaving a sigh of relief. My eyes we