Friends?
**Kael**
As I walked through the hallways of the main Anglo-X building, my mind was filled with reflections on the recent events that had changed my life since that night when I had planned to get revenge on Rachel but ended up getting involved with Sarah.
Initially, I intended to push Sarah away from me, as she had become a significant part of my life since we lost her virginity on my yacht. However, something unexpected happened: with each night by her side, I felt a connection growing stronger, something I neither expected nor planned for.
I knew I couldn't prolong our involvement beyond what had been established to forget her. My mother's health was gradually improving, and I wondered how she would react if I fell in love with Sarah and wanted to keep her in our lives for a longer time.
Seeing Patrick's daughter become a constant presence in our home, interacting with us daily, would be unbearable for my mother. So, I decided to avoid spending as much time with Sarah as I truly desired, resisting the intense feelings she aroused in me at each encounter.
For this reason, I reduced my visits to my apartment and chose to spend most nights in my own house, next to the most important person in my life: my mother, who deserves all my care.
Even though I know Sarah is a good person, she often allows her sister to control her. Choosing Sarah would mean having to deal with Rachel as well, something I never wished for in my life.
At that moment, I reached my car in the garage of the building, and as I got into the vehicle, I was still immersed in these tumultuous thoughts.
"Good evening, Mr. Graham," the driver greeted me. "Where would you like to go tonight?"
Paolo's question was much more complex than he imagined, and I knew exactly what the answer was. While something inside me screamed to spend another night in Sarah's arms, my head told me I should avoid her once again.
"Good evening," I replied to the driver's greeting, but I still didn't know what to say about the other matter.
The deadline I had set for Sarah to be with me would end in two days, and she would be completely free to do whatever she wanted. Rachel was traveling the world, leaving her alone to fend for herself and without any money. But at least there was the apartment she bought, encouraged by Shirley, just as I had wanted.
However, it would be impossible to live without any money, especially considering living in an upscale area like Ballard. I then remembered Sarah's efforts to find a job and decided that it was time to let that happen. I would authorize Ryan to look for a good place for her to work with a salary that could cover her expenses comfortably, without her feeling tempted to seek new sources of income, something that worried me.
I looked around, realizing that we were still in the Anglo-X garage, and I felt a bit foolish for wasting so much time standing in a garage.
"To my penthouse, please," I finally informed the driver.
I needed to see Sarah and make the most of our time together before the month ended. After that, I wouldn't allow myself this pleasure anymore. Prioritizing my mother was a matter of common sense, something I had in excess and wouldn't give up, even though I knew it would be difficult.
As I thought about Sarah, I remembered our last encounter with displeasure, when we argued over something trivial. She was telling me about a movie she had watched with Ryan on Sunday, and despite going against my better judgment, I felt jealous of their friendship.
Ryan always tried to convince me that there was nothing wrong with being friends with Sarah and that it could even be beneficial for me, as he could inform me if there was anything relevant. But I didn't like seeing them together.
I took advantage of the moment when she walked away at the start of what would be a heated discussion to leave the apartment and return to the mansion. Since then, I've been avoiding Sarah. However, she must think that I'm still upset about what happened on Monday when, in fact, I just wanted to distance myself from her to maintain my sanity.
Now that time was running out, I decided to make the most of it. Upon arriving at my penthouse, I felt a restless excitement run through my body, which quickly turned into discomfort when I realized that Sarah wasn't in her room. About to search for her throughout the apartment, I found the housekeeper in the living room.
"Isn't it a bit late for you to still be here, Dolores?" I asked, puzzled by the hour. "It's past six o'clock."
"I arrived a bit later this morning, so I decided to stay later as well," she explained, seeming to apologize.
"I see," I replied simply. "And where is Sarah?" I took the opportunity to ask.
"The young lady went out with some friends today," Dolores said, immediately making me tense.
"What do you mean, friends?"
The information that Sarah had gone out didn't surprise me, as she was always seeking distraction, something I had even advised her to do, so she wouldn't become dependent on me or the situation we were living in, something that would soon come to an end.
But I was so overwhelmed by longing and the desire to see her that I forgot to inform her that I was heading to the penthouse. The information that she had gone out with friends astonished me, as just a few days ago, we had disagreed about the same matter.
So how could she now have "friends" in plural? And why not "female friends"?
"That's right, Mr. Graham," Dolores confirmed. "Miss Sarah told me she wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning because she was going to a fiesta and told me not to worry about preparing dinner tonight."
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