Samuel West has everything he wanted, a loving family that would do anything for him to be happy, a three year old son whom he loves the most, Ceo of the largest company, a drama free life, everything was perfect until She happened, Zara Kingsley wa...
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"Whoa, what th-" the words died down in my throat when I looked up to see.
There he stood wobbling a bit steadying himself by placing his hands on the elevator wall.
When his eyes found mine, they instantly flashed with pain and regret.
Did he regret seeing me!!
"Zara" he called out in a wistful voice.
"Sam" my own voice came out more as a whisper than I intended to, I regret yelling at him, I don't know what got into me, but I feel guilty for yelling at him.
The door dings open, his penthouse came into the view, he took a step out almost tripping, "careful" I steady him immediately by his arm, he didn't say anything nor glance up to face me, so I decide to help him, since he seems to be fully wasted.
After getting inside, I left him at the dining table to prepare lime juice to help him sober up.
But he is watching me the whole time with a pout and head between his hands on the dining table as I prepared the drink instead of sugar I put a pinch of salt that always helps me sober up whenever I get hungover.
Ugh, I squirm uncomfortably not because of his gaze, but because of the guilt after what I did.
"Uh.. Sam, where is Kayden" I asked to scrape out the awkwardness between us.
He scrunched up his face thinking "um, Kayden where is he," seconds later his whole face lightens up like a kid "ah, he is with my parents" he answered which made me chuckle.
When I put the drink on the table, he eyed me and the drink carefully "drink it'll help-" he wrapped his arms around my waist suddenly caught me off guard, I contemplated for moment, then heavying a sigh I stroked his hair gently, after what felt like hours I tried to gently broke free, but his grasp on me tightened more, it's like he's holding on my waist like his life depends on it.
Which made me realised something is wrong, did anything happened to him!!!.
After a minute I felt my dress is a bit soaked and immediately grasped his face to see if he is crying.
"Sam..." I trailed of didn't know how to comfort.
"I'm sorry Zara" he said, as I stared down at him confused, why he is apologizing, I'm the one at fault, I made a fuss out of it and every thing, I didn't say anything, stayed still until he calm down.
It felt like there is more reason to this situation, then our argument.
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We just sat in his living room in silence until he broke it "today's her death anniversary" he said, my head wipes so fast that my neck could have been twisted out of the shape at the speed.
He looked down, focusing his gaze on the ground "who's???" without hesitation, that question came out, as he tilt his head I saw the vulnerability and pain in those mesmerizing blueberry orbs.
