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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He followed me to the room near the study room, as soon as he locked the door behind "don't accuse me without knowing anything" he muttered "I don't know they're going to announce we're engaged, I was also as clueless as you back there"
"If you do, then why didn't you say or do anything about it" I asked getting angry about being kept in the dark.
"We can't rush Zara, just wait till the party is over, we'll ask our parents about it"
"Okay, leave it, but don't you have some explanation to do, since when did you know we met as kids and why didn't you tell me"
"I found out not so long ago, it was at the day you went out of reach, after attending your senior's funeral and to tell you, I don't think you'd believe me if I simply mention it to you"
Oh that's explains the sudden hug and the strange whispers after I returned, I felt like an idiot now, he remembered me after all these years and I couldn't remember him or ever meeting him in the first place.
"So you trusted Liam enough to tell who you're and invite him here, but don't want to tell me" he asked disappointment written all over his face.
"Sam it.. it... wasn't intentional, I.. accidentally blurt out to him" my gaze fell to the floor in guilt.
He tipped my chin up when I couldn't meet his gaze "So you accidentally told him and trusted him enough to not tell anyone, but when I asked you directly, you didn't want to tell me" I noticed the hurt in his voice and a lump formed in my throat at that.
"I'm sorry Sam I.. I.. told you, I don't want to broke the promise I made to my parents" I admitted guilt of hiding this from him.
He didn't said anything just whirl around to walk out, but my hand reached at its own record, catching his hand to stop him "are you mad at me" I look at him pouting sadly. His face softened immediately.
"Don't do that" he shook his head at me.
"Do what?!!"
"Don't pout" which only made me to pull my bottom lips out even more.
Suddenly he pulled me closer by wrapping an hand around my waist slamming me against his hard chest, I rubbed my nose at the impact, heat rushing up to the face at the closeness and my heart thumbing against the rib cage wildly, I consciously placed the hands on his chest to put some distance between us.
In another hand he pulled out my lower lip between his thumb and index finger and leaned forward "if you don't want me to kiss the light outta you! Don't do it" he whispered huskly, my eyes widen so big in shock that I feared it would pop out of the socket at his dead serious warning.
