(Tara's POV)When I opened my eyes, I was startled when I realized my head was resting on his lap. Blake was staring at my face, his eyes looked at me adoringly, hoping it was not my imagination while he brushed my hair with his fingers.Did I just fall asleep? I guess I did. I could hear Sean purring and mumbling as he ran around the aisle.“How was your sleep?” He asked, kissing my forehead.“Like a log,” Surprisingly, I slept so deep, with no nightmares, and I was still on the couch. I did not even feel Blake resting my head on his lap.“I’m glad to hear that.” He smiled, still stroking my hair.     “Where are they?” I asked and tilted my head to look for Matthew and Eric. Right now, I could only see Samantha clearing up the things she prepared a while ago.“They left already,” He said, helping m

(Blake's POV)I left Tara exploring the room, and I went to the home bar and hoped to drown myself in liquor tonight, but as I was about to reach the bottle of whiskey, I changed my mind. I don’t want to have another trouble with her tonight.What is happening to me?I scratched my forehead and went to the kitchen. Instead of drinking, I checked on the food she could eat just if she got hungry. I went to my office to pass the time and divert my attention and energy with papers I needed to review. I sat down on my swivel chair, and the sealed brown envelope caught my attention. The familiar logo embedded in the envelope and the tape used to seal it told me it was from Matthew. Printed on top of it where the word - ConfidentialWhat else is there to know when she told me everything? I placed it back to the top of piles of folders and took the next folder. I opened my computer and studied the details i

(Tara's POV)I was ready to give in, not caring about myself, his world. All I could think now was Blake. As his hand crept down to the hem of my shirt, I heard someone clearing his throat that I was sure was not my imagination because I could feel Blake stiffen and utter a curse.A while ago, I was burning, but it was like a mass of snow swept over my body as he turned around to cover me. I crossed my legs and closed my eyes, wishing the earth would swallow me.“Good morning, Blake. Can we talk?” He asked that his voice was calm, soothing but with authority in his tone. Blake breathed a deep sigh before nodding his head but remaining firmly planted in his place. He must have been aware of what I was feeling at the moment because he refused to walk towards Mr. Williamson.“You must be Tara.” I heard him say that I peeked from his back. Still blushing, I greeted him.  &

(Blake's POV)I walked to the large glass window of the hotel and looked at the colorful lights on the streets. This was the first night that Samantha and I could take an early rest, the night that I hated because it meant not using my energy and mind at work. Although, I believe she deserved it after days of working hard with me.I heard the ‘clanking’ sound of her stiletto shoes and saw her reflection walking toward me. She stood beside me, sighed deeply as she stared at nothing. In her hands were glasses of liquors, and she handed me a rocks glass of whiskey, while she has a brandy for hers.“It’s been two weeks,” She sighed, holding the glass with her two hands. She turned her back to Sean, playing quietly with her toy robot on the couch. She took a sip from her glass and waited for me to say something.I heaved a deep sigh. I was also waiting for her to say something but

(Blake's POV)The rain has not stopped yet, and I was praying it won’t. I stood by the doorway listening to the hissing rain. Perhaps if it was just a drizzle, Tara must have pushed me away. I suddenly worried about their place because there were no lamp posts outside, and the only lights came from the inside of the house. My heart was aching as I recalled the day her father died, and I was furious again.“Uhm... Blake?” I turned around to see Ivana. She smiled shyly. “Please join us in dinner,” She invited.I nodded and followed her, although I was not hungry yet. I saw Tara sitting on the head seat, Gianna sat on her left-hand chair and Jules beside her. Ivana pulled the chair on Tara’s right-hand but did not sit there. She sat on the next chair beside it. I assumed it was for me, so I sat down quietly.  “What’s wrong?” Gianna gave Jules a look