Disagreement
**Kael**
When Sarah mentioned that she needed to take a shower, my initial impulse was to offer my company. However, I realized she was sitting by the pool, seeming to be in shock, her eyes reflecting pure horror. I became truly puzzled about what was happening with her.
"Sarah?" I called again when she didn't respond and remained unmoved. "Is something wrong?"
Our Sunday was truly wonderful, and I can assert without any doubt that it was one of the best in recent years. Considering I had been solely focused on work and had set aside fun, it was an incredible shift. However, when I was about to say something inappropriate, I managed to restrain myself at the last moment. Instead of expressing my desire to "make love to you," I chose to say "fuck you," which seemed more fitting for our situation, but that seemed to have caused some displeasure to Sarah.
"We didn't use a condom, Kael," she said, almost in despair.
Only then did I realize my lapse and reprimanded myself for making such a huge blunder, as it had never happened before? I had always been extremely cautious about protection, both for myself and my partner. I had a considerable fortune, and the world was full of unscrupulous people willing to do anything for money and social status.
"I can't believe I made such a foolish mistake!" I ended up saying aloud.
Sarah still stared at me with a horrified expression, and I didn't like how she seemed simply terrified by the fact that we had forgotten to use protection during sex.
"You don't need to get so desperate, Sarah," I pointed out rather unkindly. "We can resort to some emergency contraceptive method."
She didn't seem calmer after my suggestion, and my discomfort with how she was approaching the situation grew.
"Relax, Sarah. The sooner you take the pill, the lower the risk of an unwanted pregnancy happening," I tried to calm her again.
"It's not just about pregnancy, Kael!" she said, now quite upset.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, feeling annoyed now as I deduced what she was referring to.
"You're an experienced man, probably have multiple relationships, and what assures me that you use protection in all of them?" she stated in an accusatory tone that provoked significant irritation in me.
"I don't have any sexually transmitted diseases!" I protested, my voice echoing with the same intensity. "And I don't go around with multiple women, as you're insinuating."
"There's one thing I can guarantee, Kael," she responded, rising from the pool and standing tall, looking down at me. "I, Sarah, don't have any sexually transmitted diseases. The same can't be said for a man who goes around getting involved with multiple people."
She didn't wait for my reaction to that cruelty and quickly headed to the stairs leading to the upper deck of the yacht, leaving me extremely indignant in the face of her outburst of anger.
How could an intimate moment by the pool turn into something so disastrous? Everything was perfect, and suddenly, Sarah panicked due to the lack of protection during our act. Of course, I understood her concern, but if we had held a civilized conversation, I could have even shown her the results of my recent tests.
However, the way she brought up the matter was rude and unnecessary, and I wasn't willing to allow her to treat me that way without a proper response. Exiting the pool, I grabbed one of the towels from the nearby lounge chairs and used it to cover myself minimally.
Before I began traversing the compartments of the yacht to go after Sarah, I stopped near the railing and tried to calm my emotions before making another rash move. As I gazed at the horizon, I realized that maybe it would be best to leave things as they were. It would be wiser to treat this disagreement as an opportunity for us to part ways without a painful farewell. I remembered the moment I almost used the expression "make love," probably influenced by the romantic atmosphere of that day. In truth, if we continued together, the moment of parting could become even more difficult for both of us.
I also called Ryan and asked him to arrange for Sarah's return to her apartment and, consequently, to her own life. Ryan will also arrange a decent job for Sarah so she can sustain herself with dignity, without having to sell her body to anyone willing to pay the highest price, as her sister was likely trying to do.
However, if she still chose the easier path, just as Rachel did, it would be her choice, and there would be nothing I could do about it. That's why, starting tomorrow, I don't want to hear the name Mitchell mentioned in my presence anymore.
Determined to follow reason, I left the yacht immediately, putting on any clothing over my wet attire. It didn't matter that a few hours later, I was standing in front of the building where Sarah is now. I wouldn't go up to see her. It was better not to create any more unnecessary memories.
I remained there for some time, though I wasn't exactly sure how long. I remembered the reason for our disagreement, not having provided the emergency pill before sending her away. I thought about correcting my mistake, but I realized I was just searching for excuses to see her, something immature for an experienced man like me.
I contacted a pharmacy and requested the delivery of the medication directly to Sarah. I drove towards the mansion where my mother was playing cards with Ryan, a surprising sight for me.
"What a surprise to see you here in the game room, Mom," I said, genuinely happy to see her emerging from her shell.
"I'm glad you're here, Kael," she spoke in a cheerful tone. "I was just asking Ryan about you."
As I listened to her comment, tension ran through my body. Up until a month ago, my mother had been completely closed off in her own world, barely noticing my absence. However, something seemed to have gradually changed, as she began inquiring about me through my assistant. This led me to believe that she was recovering from her deep depression following her separation from Patrick.
This change in my mother confirmed that my decision to introduce Rachel to her was the right choice, regardless of any other aspect. Even if feelings for Sarah had emerged during the process, they became irrelevant in comparison to the mental well-being of the most important person in my life.
Now, it was time to move forward with my work routine and find a companion to fulfill my sexual needs. Thus, everything would be resolved.
"I was on the yacht, needed to relax," I didn't lie at all. "It looks like everything's fine around here."
I quickly changed the subject, and Mom didn't seem to mind, while Ryan just glanced at me sideways, as if discreetly analyzing me, but I kept my expression as neutral as possible. I didn't want him to realize how much I felt like a bewildered man at this moment.
The three of us continued discussing generic topics, and my mother even showed interest in going out for some shopping, something she hadn't done in over a year.
"I can accompany you, Mom," I offered immediately, even though I detested that kind of outing.
I just wanted to see my mother happy again, living more joyfully and enjoying her days doing something other than being locked inside her room or simply staring at the same flower in our garden for hours, as had been happening.
"As you're already home, I'll take the opportunity to meet a friend," Ryan said, getting up. "We'll see each other at the board meeting tomorrow at nine."
I didn't recall such a commitment and grew irritated at the thought of having to prepare for the monthly meeting with the entire board of Anglo X subsidiaries, just when my mind was filled with sentimental nonsense.
I need to forget Sarah, or this could become a major inconvenience, and it might even hinder my business affairs.
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