Lonely Bride

SARAH POV

When I woke up, it was already evening. Gosh, how much sleep do you have nowadays?Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I got up from my comfy bed and went to the washroom. After freshening up, I went down, thinking about what to do.

I wanted to do some work, but I do not know where Sam has kept my laptop. Because I know she will forget everything but my laptop. I think I should call her to ask again; I want to know what is wrong with us.

I called her two times, but her phone went unanswered. I called Nathan, but his phone went unanswered as well.

Where the heck are they both?

I left the message for Sam to call me as soon as she sees my message. Sending the message, I just walked two steps and got a call from Sam.

“Hello Sarah?” She was huffing like she was running the marathon.

“Hey,” I said, knitting my eyebrows and looking at my watch. Is she even walking, or maybe running? I mean, I know she stays fit even in Australia. Also, she never misses her gym, but still.

“Are you alright?” She whispered again. It seems like she is forcefully asking this.

“I am fine, but why are you huffing?” Are you alright? Because of her tone of voice, I can tell she is not jogging, at least. I put the phone on the speaker and took out my headphones to connect.

Aaah, yeah, I.. I.. mmmmm Fine” is stuttering while talking to me? But why? Did something happen that she did not want to share, or was she scared of something?

I stopped connecting my phone to earplugs and asked, “Sam, why are you sounding like this? Where is Nathan? Now I am really worried about her.

“Ah.. aa.. hh, can I call you later, please? She asked.

Now, what the hell? Damn, is she in some trouble?

I started feeling a little nervous. Sam and Nathan are the only ones I have, and I cannot let anything happen to them.

“Sa…. Before I finished, someone took my phone and cut the call.

What the hell?

I turned around, fuming, and saw Sean the Bloody Hudson.

“When will you stop mending my business?” I lash out at him.

“I know you do not want to enjoy your life, but at least let others enjoy it, he said, starting to walk to the chair in the garden.

I follow behind him, irritated.

I mean, look at the audacity of the bastard.

He snatched my phone from my hand, cut my call, and walked like a king as if nothing had happened. Shrewd!

God, please permit me to kill this dog. Thinking, I look up to pray to the great almighty and bump on the wall.

No, not wall Sean, actually, but ouch, my nose…

What is this guy made of? Iron? Stupid idiot.

And why the hell is he standing in my way? Dog…

“Are you alright?” He turned around and asked.

“Fuck about me. Tell me, why did you cut my phone?” I asked, snatching my phone back from his hand.

“Your friend will hug me later when they get to know that I am the one who cut the call.” He smirked and sat on the chair.

“Oh, really? And what obligation have you fulfilled to get the parsing?” I asked, gritting my teeth.

He does not know how much my friends hate him. Hugging him is far away. Lol.

“Do you know what they were doing while you were pestering them?” He asked, controlling his smile, but I saw it.

Well, I thought she was jogging, but why do I tell him what I am thinking? But again, why is he saying them? Did I only talk to Sam?

I just look at him as if he were asking for the answer, and he looks at me as if he wants to know my answer.

Bloody Dog. Irritating pest.

But I guess I should share. What if she has some problems? He can help.

“First, I thought she was jogging, but I think it is not. Her voice was not like jogging. She is so fit she can huff in running a few kilometers.” I said, looking down, thinking about what it could be. I have read Sherlock Holmes, and now my mind is running the same way.

What could be the reason? I thought about chewing my lower lips, and my eyes were still on the grass.

I looked up and saw Sean; he facepalmed himself.

“Oh, god, women, what are you five?” He spoke, getting irritated.

Now, what did I do? I was just trying to understand the reason.

I have read Sherlock Holmes. I know small hints are important too.

“What? I am just trying to understand what could be the reason for her huffing. Do you know that in the investigation, a small clue is also important? Oh, but how will you know when you have opened no books in your life?” I spoke sarcastically.

“So, you love reading, I see.” Now he turns towards me, like nothing is more interesting in this world than this at the moment.

And we both forgot our investigation completely.

“Yeah,” I answer casually, shrugging my shoulders. I mean, it is not a big deal. Many people love reading.

“So, what genre do you love?” He asked a second question.

I shrug again. “I like many.”

“Like?” He asked again,

Now, why does he want to know what I read? Now let us play 2020 questions also, because anyway, we do not know anything about each other. My thoughts are rolling my eyes. Gosh.

This conversation is becoming boring for me, but I answered anyway, “I like suspense, drama, mafia romance, etc. Let us say I like everything.” I said this while looking at my phone.

“Romance? Nice, very nice. So did your romantic book teach you some romance?”

See, I told you it was becoming boring for me.

“I am a very romantic person, Mr. Hudson,” I said while checking my mail. My entire concentration is on my phone. I am at least concerned about his bullshit.

“Did your romantic novels have some intimate scenes as well?” I heard him asking.

See, I told you he never even touched a book. I doubt if he has touched his curriculum book as well.

Well, Sarah, I am sure he has. Or else, how did he manage such a big empire? At least give him this point.’ My mind spoke. And I agree.

He is anything but stupid.

Well, let us be honest with ourselves; he is hot as hell, and the way he manages his business is tremendous.

I do not stay with him, but that does not mean I do not see the tabloids. I keep my eyes on his news, at least.

“Hmmm?” I heard him again.