Chapter 1
"Ms. Sara?" The nurse calls out "Go to room no. 9 please."
I gently get up from my seat, fumbling internally as I start walking towards room no. 9. Taking each step feels like trying to move an entire mountain.
I was shivering. I was sweating. Each gland of my body, shouting at me to stop. Each drop of my blood wanting me to run, run as fast as possible.
And so I did. I run for my dear life, and for the precious life inside of me.
Deciding to get rid of it was so damn easy but to go through with it. I couldn't be that heartless. Could I?
I sprint straight out of the hospital. It was 43°C outside. It was scorchingly hot. But even if it was raining cats and bees, nothing could stop me today. I needed this.
I run, run as fast as my legs could take me. Where am I running to? I have no idea. I just know that I needed to run.
Running was therapy for me. Running gave me answers. And today, I needed a hell lot of them.
*Ting Ting* the alarm rings.
I slowly open my eyes, the light bulb blinding me for a moment, "Fuck! my couch!" I cry, jumping up, as I realise that I am lying face down on my white couch in my living room.
I guess I didn't realize where I was throwing myself to sleep when I came back from my little sprint yesterday, and as a result, my white couch now had tiny spots of mud and dirt all over it from my muddy clothes. Running through that wet piece of land was turning out to be a very very bad idea, I groan.
Shaking my head, my eyes land on the wall clock, "Oh god, I am late!" I screech. With a final look to my precious couch, I run to get ready. Will worry about it in the evening now, I guess.
I have never been late to work since I joined this organization, around 5 years back. And today won't be the first day of me clocking in late. Especially not today.
I hurry myself to the shower and get out of my apartment within 15 minutes.
Breakfast will have to wait. Will probably have something from the canteen today.
I joined the Rockefeller Organisation immediately after I completed my post-graduation. As a 22-year-old back then, I just wanted to explore. But here I am 5 years later. Still working with the same organization and with the same profile. All because of Mr.
Adrian Windsor. My boss. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Heir to the chairman of the Rockefeller Group of companies. The man known as a doom for many.
At exactly 9:25 I enter the grand doors of our office, the administrative department of the Hotel Segment of The Rockefeller Group in New York. I walk straight to the elevator and at exactly 9:30, I was at my desk. Good job Sara!
I had just settled down, taking a sigh of relief when my office phone rings. It was Mr. Adrian Windsor.
"Good morning Mr. Windsor, How may I help you?" My voice all professional,
"Sara I will be there in exactly 15 minutes. Make sure the files for today's meeting are ready and at my table when I arrive." He commands in his usual authoritative tone.
"Okay sir, sure. Anything else?" I reply, taking the files out from my drawer. I had finalised them yesterday only, before getting off work. I knew he'll need them early today. Coming in early to complete my tasks is just not me. I would rather stay late and just get everything done with.
"Yes, Charlotte will be coming to the office today. Order her a big bouquet of roses,"
My chest tightens as my heart threatens to sink deeper in our little pothole.
"Sara, are you there?"
"Yes, Yes sir, I am placing an order for it right now," I reply hastily, "What color..."
"Ya! hang up on me now. Do you think I am supposed to know what color of roses your fiance likes?" I groan, throwing my hands up in the air. He always hangs up on me! It has been 4 years, since I started working under him, but I still can't get used to this habit of his, of hanging up on people. And I don't even want to. Stupid Asshole.
I quickly call the local flower shop and place an order for the most expensive rose bouquet. I don't know about color but I am pretty sure that princess Charlotte will like everything that's expensive.
I then head to his office to place the files on his table. It is just a 30-second walk from my office, to his office.
I keep the files where they were supposed to be and as I was about to turn around and leave, I notice a beautiful white card on the couch next to his desk and strangely I knew nothing about it. I monitor everything that enters this room and goes out of it.
My curiousty gets the better of me as I go and pick it up.
*ENGAGEMENT*
*Adrian and Charlotte*
I read the same words over and over again. As if wishing that it is just my brain playing tricks on me. But shaking my head I realise that it is official now, he is in fact getting married. This rectangular piece of paper was an invitation for an engagement banquet scheduled for next week. I guess their engagement will be officially announced during the banquet.
The banquet would be the grandest banquet this city has ever seen. The most eligible bachelor and the daughter of the wealthiest businessman in the country.
Both of them deserve nothing less than the absolute best. This marriage will mark the friendship between The Rockefeller Group and The Richardson Group.
And this beautiful invitation in my hand was proof of this. Letters printed in Gold Ink on very expensive handmade paper. Nothing less than luxury.
"Do you like the Invitation?" Adrian whispers, startling me. He is so close, I can feel his breath on me.
"What were you thinking that you didn't even feel me coming in?" He asks,
I slowly turn around landing straight into his green eyes. The very eyes that are the reason for my heartbreak. Looking into his eyes makes me weak. Looking into his eyes makes me realize how unfortunate I am.
Should I tell him? I think to myself. How would he react? Will he ask me to get rid of it? Like obviously he would. He's getting married. He wouldn't want a bastard child.
"Are we playing the drowning in our eyes game?" he speaks, bringing me out of my thoughts,
"No no, I was just thinking about...umm..something," I reply, my voice almost a whisper,
As I sense him coming closer, I take a step back. But he takes a big step forward pushing me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me.
"You weren't this nervous the last time I was filling you up. I guess it has been quite some time, so your body has forgotten me. What about my place tonight? Tho I prefer the office. It's more adventurous."
"You are getting married, Mr Windsor. I think this arrangement between us should stop."
"There is still one month left on the contract, Sara and I see no reason to rescind it in advance." He states,
"There is a valid reason, Mr Windsor. You are getting engaged next week and I will not sleep with an engaged man." I say trying to control my tears. Fuck these pregnancy hormones. "Plus you should be loyal to your fiance,"
"It is up to me to decide whether I want to be loyal to her or not." He whispers,
"I never took you for a cheater Mr Windsor," I manage to say, my heart beating faster than ever.
"Then what do you take me as Sara?" He says, leaning his face closer. His gaze, clearly on my lips. I should stop him. Sara stop him. Sara say something!
*Knock knock*
"Obviously! The whole office is plotting against me," Adrian groans, clearly annoyed with the intrusion.
He takes a step back, goes over to his desk, and settles on his chair.
I take a moment to settle my nerves, straighten out my clothes and then walk towards the door to leave. But before I could open the door someone excitedly opens the door from the outside, hitting me on my head hard.
"Adriaaaannnn," The lady squeaks flying towards Adrain, settling on his lap, engulfing him in a tight hug.
"Why didn't you knock before entering Charlotte?" Adrian questions, trying to free himself from her embrace,
"My assistant did knock, but received no answer so I decided to enter anyway." She answers, "And this is my fiance's office, why do I even have to knock?"
"I am making this clear today Charlotte, that no one enters my office without knocking. Do you get it?" Adrian commands, his voice firm.
I should just leave, I say to myself.
I open the door gently, hoping that I could just slide out without getting noticed.
"Sara we leave in an hour," Adrian commands. I roll my eyes, obviously I can't.
"Yes sir I remember." I reply, and then head out without looking back.
