Chapter 29

UNEDITED

Within the next week, Sabrina makes arrangements for the few things she brought with her to be moved to her parent's home.

Nathan didn't protest he avoided her until she was about to take her last steps out the front door to catch her flight. "Wait." He stops her just as she reaches for the handle.

She turns around and notifies her phone in his extended hand. "Here, I want you to keep this."

"No. I'll get a new one." She shakes her head.

"Just take it. It's nothing for me. I'm accepting the fact that you're leaving everything else behind so please take this."

She shakes her head no. She needed no reminder of Nathan.

He reaches out and takes her wrist and places the phone in her hand. "Stop being stubborn Sabrina, and take this." He doesn't remove his hand from her wrist.

"Nathan." She whimpers out.

"If you weren't so stubborn." He gently tugging her to his chest. "I wouldn't have had to touch you." He tilts her chin up forcing her to meet his eyes. "Listen to me carefully. I need you to call me if there is anything you need. Okay?"

Like compelled her, she nods her head in agreement. He cups her jaw fingers touching the back of her neck. Then pulls her forward until his lips touch her forehead.

His chest rises breathing her in. He then tugs her back to look at her face. He seemed to be struggling within himself and he scans her face.

"Sabrina...I." He was cut off by a loud knock at the door. Sabrina jumps out of his hand and opens it quickly.

"Hello, ma'am. Can I take your bags?" It was the limo driver.

"Yes." She points to them, showing him near the door. He grabs the bags and takes them with him out the door. She begins to follow him out the door but freezes.

He shoves his hands in his pockets. "Remember what I've said. Call me if you need anything." He reminds her.

The whole way home she held it together. The only man she would cry over is her father.

When she arrived, it was completely dark outside, and her mother wasn't home.

There was a note on the kitchen counter waiting for her. "Dinner is in the oven. Working the night shift tonight, be home in the morning. Love you, mom."

She put the note down and dropped in a chair near her. What was she going to do now?

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One month later.


Nathan leans back in the chair of his home office. An annoying feeling of sadness residing within him. He picks up the divorce papers he was avoiding signing. Over the last month, he poured himself into work trying his utmost best not to think about Sabrina. It was to no avail.

Everything reminded him of her, and as far as another woman he didn't think he could stomach it. He just wanted her, but she didn't want him.

He was being selfish when he realized who she was at the bar. He wanted her any way he could have had her. That's why he agreed to marry her.

He wanted her and was willing to save his company and get what he wanted as well.

Had he known she didn't want to marry him he wouldn't have agreed to go through with it regardless of the consequences.

In the end, it was him to blame. Her father caught him starring at her. It was his actions that caused this whole mess. Had he not been watching her. Ben Reed wouldn't have forced his daughter to marry him.
The moment Nathan saw her waitressing he knew who the blackmailer was, but not what it was about.

A knock on his door brings him out of his thoughts. "Come in."

"Hey."

He thought it was one of his household staff, but it was his sister.

What are you doing here Clarissa?"

In she walks and behind her Dylan, Alyssa, and Emmie.

"Uncle Nathan!" The three of them shout.

They run around his desk and hug him around.

"Where's Auntie Sabrina?" Believe it or not, it was Emmie who asked.

He hoists her into his lap and lets out a deep breath.

"Emmie, Dylan, Alyssa go find Kate and tell her to take you to play in the back yard," Clarissa demands her children.

"But mommy where's Auntie Sabrina?" Alyssa whines.

"Now," Clarissa orders sternly. All three children pout. They slowly turn their little bodies towards the door.

"She's not here." Nathan states. It was now or never.

"Where is she?" Dylan turns back.

"Go now, questions later." Clarissa guides them out the door and calls Emile from her uncle's lap.

"Nathan, where's Sabrina?" She asks once the door closes.

"She left me." He states simply leaning back in his chair preparing himself for what's to come.

"What? Why?" She moves around and hops on his desk like it was hers.

"It doesn't matter Clarissa."

"Nathan I've seen the way you look at her. You love her. Why would she leave you?"

"Clarissa." Nathan groans in frustration.

"It's over. That's all you need to know."

"What am I supposed to tell my children? They've been asking for her for weeks.

"Tell them whatever you want." He waves a hand dismissing her and looks away.

"Are you really that inconsiderate? Is this how you treated Sabrina?"

His head snaps back at her, and he grinds his teeth. "I tried, she didn't." He glares at his sister a moment longer and then decides she had a right to know of her father's wrongdoings.

"Dad was being blackmailed." He states. "If I didn't marry her, we would have lost fifty percent of the company."

"Baylee was right." Her eyes widen.

Nathan nods his head.

"But, I." Clarissa is interrupted.

"But nothing."

"No, Nathan I've seen." She was interrupted again.

"Yes, yes, I know you've seen."

"No." She interrupts him. "I've seen the way she looks at you too. She loves you, Nathan."

"She doesn't love me." He says angrily.

"And I don't love her. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Omg!" Clarissa covers her mouth.

"What?" Nathan furrows his eyebrows.

"That's whys she left." She hops off the desk and slaps Nathan in the arms.

"You idiot! You did your normal and acted first without thinking. Oh, and of course, you did the man thing to do and didn't think about how you felt about her. Did you even tell her how you feel?"

Nathan's eyes looked everywhere but at Clarissa. He grinds his teeth in silence.

"Nathan if you don't tell her how you feel about her how will she ever know?"

He remains silent obliviously thinking.

"Tell her." She pressures him.

Nathan grabs the divorce papers and hands them to her. "Here. I received it three days ago."

Clarissa scans the documents. "Why haven't you signed it?"

Nathan puts both hands in his hair. "I don't know." He mutters.

"Well, I do." She moves around his desk dropping the papers. "You love her."

"What do you know?" He stands up and walks over to the window.

"Are you kidding me? Nathan, you're the least kind, considerate, or, an affectionate person that I know. Didn't you realize your own behavior it's like you actually care about her."

"I do care about her." He keeps his eyes on the night's sky. "What does that have to do with love."

"That's part of love Nathan. She walks closer to him and stands by his side so he could see her from his peripheral vision.


"Caring for her well-being, a weakness for her, a need just for her presence."

"I don't love her..." He snaps.

Clarissa puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Then why do you look so depressed? Why do under your eyes look dark, and your facial hair... What's up with that? You looked like you haven't slept in a month."

He turns his body and leans against the window. He closes his eyes. There she is.
He missed her small soft body pressed upon his chest while he slept, her scent filling his lungs through the night and the first thing in the morning. He became addicted to it, like a drug. He had a hard time falling asleep at night without her.

His eyes shot open at his sisters questioning gaze. He was surprised at his own thoughts. Had he become so weak to her? His bed was always empty before. He never slept with women. He felt it was just uncomfortable. An annoying clingy girl wanting to throw her leg over him. Just the sound of her twisting and turning annoyed him. He begins to greet his teeth. He wouldn't ever need anyone but be felt like he needed her. The thought frustrated him even more.

"Isn't Jacob around to entertain your soap opera of a mind?"

"No, he isn't here to stop me from harassing you. You should be more worried about how you're going to bring Sabrina home. Do us both a favor and just for a little while analyze your thoughts. Think about how she makes you feel."

Nathan could feel vomit rising in his throat. Think about his feelings. His sister really lived in a bubble. "Clarissa." He groans.

"Fine. You'll be happy when she's in another man's arms and carrying his child."

His hands turn into a fist, and he swings violently into the nearest wall. He swings at it a second time and then again. He was about to do it a fourth time when Clarissa touches his shoulder. "Nathan."

He knocks her hand off of him and walks over to his desk opening up and pulling out a glass bottle with brown liquor in it. He then pulled out a glass and began to drink.

Clarissa was frozen in her spot. "Nathan you have to go get her."

He slams the glass down. "She doesn't want me."

"I think she does."

He lets out-breath giving up on the argument that was about to take place.

"What was dad being blackmailed about?" She changes the subject.

Nathan gives her a vague story before his phone rings. "Nathan." He answers.


"Sir, We have a problem."


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