Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

No one has ordered me with so much love. So far, I have been following my dad’s orders, but love and concern were not in his dictionary, I guess. He never showed me any affection. Sometimes I wonder, Am I the reason for my mom’s death?

“Did you like the food?” I come out of my trance hearing his voice. Looking at him, I nod positively.

Food is yummy, but right now, food is not important. What is important is how thoughtfully he has planned this date. I am noticing small things, such as my favorite flowers, my favorite wine, and my favorite food, and most importantly, there is no crowd around. It’s just us.

“Why Sarah?” I asked about the yacht, and he got my point before I explained. Maybe I’m expecting this question.

“This is my favorite yacht and very close to my heart. This I bought with my own hard-earned money. But when you came into my life, I gave this yacht a name. My favorite name.” He spoke, looking into my eyes.

Lots of emotions are roaming in his eyes, and I am trying to read them one by one.

“So, you gave my name to the yacht?” I asked in fake anger.

“Well, not only this yacht but many other things too, he said, scratching his neck nervously.

“As in?” I asked for my back to rest on the chair.

“Ahem, as in my other companies.” He said this, taking back his hand and keeping the fork on the plate.

“Which other companies?” I asked, knitting my eyes. As far as I know, he has two SONS, I thought.

“Have you heard of SSH International? he asked.

“Yeah, it is a new, booming company. They are trying their hand in so many sectors. I do not know how they will manage my god.” I said, keeping my hand on my chest.

“Yeah, that one,” he said.

“So, what about that?” I asked. Sometimes that man is confusing.

“SH means Sarah Hudson International.” He said something like, No big deal.

“Do you even know the worth of that company?” I am almost making fun of him.

“Of course, baby, I know the worth of everything I own.” He said this, looking into my eyes.

What he said I did not understand, but I at least understood it had a double meaning. But I shrug it off.

“Now let us finish the food. It is cold outside.” I said, running my palms down my arms.

“I can eat by myself, Mr. Hudson. Let us not forget I have grown up, not a baby,” I said when he was taking my fork back in his hand.

“You do not know, darling, how glad I am that you are no longer a baby.” He said it, chuckling.

I also laughed at his statement, and we finished the dinner.

After dinner, we both went to the corner of the deck. Two comfy couches lying nicely give us a beautiful view of the New York skyline.

How this big-big building looked so small but so beautiful.

Before I took a seat, Sean made me sit on his lap. And for the first time, I did not feel odd.

Making myself comfortable on his lap, I let my head fall on his shoulder. Somehow, I have liked his closeness, his touch, his care, and his protectiveness.

“Did you like the date?” His husk is near my ear.

“Hmm, you know it is my first date,” I said, taking a deep breath in his arms.

“Mine too” Hearing this, I look back, raising my eyebrow.

I said “liar,” saying I turned back to my same position.

“I am not lying,” he said, resting his head on mine.

“Oh, really? Then what happened to those girls who used to come home every day? Oh, and how can I forget your girlfriend, that skimpy girl with skimpy clothes?” I asked in a taunting manner.

“Well, I told you I have been working from home, and those were my assistants, and a few were co-workers. But which skimpy girl are you talking about?” He asked, looking at me from the side.

“The girl who used to call Anna her aunty,” I said, looking at him.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He started laughing loudly. “Oh, my Sarah, you are too sweet to believe. Who said she was my girlfriend?”

“She said she was your girlfriend, and Anna confirmed,” I stated.

“Bloody bitch” He cursed slowly, but I heard it.

“I will not lie. I never had girlfriends, but I had flings. I never took them on a date. The date is too intimate for me, and I have felt no one worthy so far. And about that girl, she was also a maid in our mansion, but she left when she got admission somewhere out of the city. And about Anna-gosh, that lady had made many messes in my life, and this was the biggest amongst all, I guess.” He said this, huffing in a tiring manner.

“But trust me, Sarah, I never had anyone after our marriage. I wanted to give this marriage a chance. I wanted to be happy, just like my parents are. Cheating is not in my blood, Sarah.” He said it, and honesty was clear in his voice and in his eyes.

I just nodded in agreement and looked back at the skyline.

“Will you give this marriage a chance?” He asked the same question again.

“I guess that is what I am giving,” I said.

Tightening his hold on my waist, he took a deep, relaxing breath.

I knew he was waiting for an answer. He is winning my heart bit by bit, but somehow I’m still not sure. But this time, I want to take this chance. I want to take this chance for myself and for us.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked out of nowhere.

I giggled at his request and asked, “Without music?”

Say You Remember Me begins to play in a second.

Words started hitting me, and we started moving our bodies…

‘Say You Remember Me,’

Music started hitting our eardrums, and he touched my body as if talking about my dress and turned me around towards the skyline, as if showing me the sunset.

He again turned me around to face him, and his thumb touched my lips, and my fingers caressed my cheek lovingly.

My body has already started heating from his touch, and my eyes are getting foggy…

Our eyes are connected without blinking, as if no one is ready to back down. His hands are sliding down from my upper back to my hips. He pushed me gently towards him even more. Our skin is just a lot of fabric apart, which we are wearing right now.

My fingers slide down to his hair as if it knows its way already.

For me, this is all magical. I have never experienced this in my life.

This feeling is divine.

Pure yet exciting

Our bodies were swaying as per the lyrics of the song, and so were our emotions.

His one hand was holding me protectively, and the other was touching my cheeks. His tomb was pressing into my neck, giving me some unavoidable sensations.

Coming closer to me, his lips touched my forehead and started giving me fatherly kisses from my cheeks to my jaw to my neck.

After giving a sweet touch to my weak spot, his lips locked with mine.

He sucked on my pouted upper lips with so much passion and love.

I replied in the same manner as if I wanted to pour all my emotion into this kiss.

Next, I know my lags are in the air, and we have started moving without breaking the kiss. But right now, I care less.