TAMED

Four

Sahara's lips were swollen. And her bare chest was slightly red. Left with tiny marks from his tongue.

"Fix yourself. I don't want the servants saw their lady being torn apart.." He blurted. After the hot sensations subsides.

She hastily pulled the straps of her dress upward with a pout lips.

"Now, can we go back to eating? I'm quite starving after the..show.." He muttered as he gestured towards the dining table still with untouched food.

Sahara felt humiliated again. Though she's a liberated woman, she never even thought that kissing him was just for a show. It felt so easy and relaxing.

But she would never tell this man his merit. She have kissed before with other guys. And Sahara was not giving any credits for a good kisser.

And that realization made her spun her head up high never letting intimidation overruled her.

When she sat down at her chair again, Sahara never wasted time and quickly lunged on to the food laid on the table. She's not a diet concious because she often jogged in the morning burning any fats trying to grow on her slender body.

Patrick watched her with amused eyes. His blue green eyes glistening.

"Slow down..It takes twenty minutes for the resident doctor to arrive incase you'll be having indigestion.." He said with a grin.

But she didn't listen. She would never listen to the man who humiliate her, kissed her and then humiliate her all over again.

She rolled her eyes while chewing on some beef and drunk glasses of wine as she can. The wine tasted sweet. And she began counting how many glasses of wine she have been drinking. One..Two..Three..

"Sara..There's still tomorrow.." Patrick grab the next glass she was going to sip.

"For fucking sake, will you stop calling me Sara..? It's Sahara, okay?" She hummed angrily.

What's wrong with a simple Sahara being Sara? Sounding like Sara the little princess. How pathetic.

"Well, it's still Sara to me. I like the Sara." He softly claimed. His voice was so gentle and soothing. That she want to clung her arms around again to him and let him kissed her in whatever way he wanted. Passionate or Savage. Let it be.

She let out a rough sigh. And in a swift motion she quickly stand up and grab a bottle of whisky while clumsily walking away. She needed this strong alcohol to calm her.

Sahara's plan was to explore this old gigantic chateau of her father. She wants to know every room and hallway. She will be living here anyway. And she don't want to get lost in her own house.

Her feet lead her to the backside of the chateau. Where she saw a porch, a swing and a garden. She could literally say that it's a garden because of some roses growing everywhere. And when she's getting nearer, she spotted a small swimming lagoon. She knew that it was a man made lagoon because of the glittering tiled floor underwater.

She enhaled the cold evening scent while gently sitting on a swing over looking the waters. 

And she can't help but feel a little sad knowing that her life had just changed after her father's death.

Though somehow she often wonder how was it is to have a father and a mother being around, she didn't  questioned her father's lack of time for her while he was still alive.

Her understanding about how her father's business worked was broad. And that she preferred to have a very busy father than living a life of a poor. Everytime she thinks that she can't have anything like what she's having right now, her body shivers and she wanted to faint.

She can still remember how painful it was when her mother died because of an accident. Her whole world collapsed and she cried every day and night. The mother that every child can dreamed of was her mother. She was pretty, elegant and perfect. And she's her hero.

An then the accident happened. The pain and the longing seems to grow each and every waking moments of her life.

There came a point that she would wake up at night. Panting and crying and yelling for her mom. But she was all alone in her large bed.

The expected comfort she wanted from her father was nowhere. Because her father was away for the business. Or maybe so busy mendling his own broken heart.

Which was the beginning of her personal changed. She began going out at night partying with her friends just so she won't feel so alone. Their big house made it all so hard to move on. Everything in there was the reminder of her mom.

One time when her father was coincidentaly at home, she arrived home late and totally wasted. She even throw up on their carpeted floor of their living room. And her father was so shocked to see her only daughter had her life messed up.

Enough of the past. It can't be undo. Sahara wiped little moisture from her eyes as she started swaying the swing so hard with her feet. She was rocking back and forth through the air. Cold breeze touching her cheeks.

She has beautiful life. But it is full of hardships and pain. Who cares? She got no family no real friends. Her personal life is not stable. She earned her college degree at the age of twenty. And now she's twenty one. No real boyfriend. And no one loved her. Except her own self.