TAMED

Six

Songs while writing for this chapter:

Make it real-

Thinking out loud-

Never been to me-

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When Sahara turned to walk away, she slowly wiped the tears on her cheeks.

All the pain, the sadness and the stress from the nerve racking events of her life seems to be lurking just inside of her finding a right time to blast.

And tonight was that right time.

But before she could even touch the knob, she was being pulled back. The force was gentle but since she was not aware, she almost stumble on the floor.

Strong arms caught her small framed- body.

"..Sara, I didn't mean it in a harsh way..your drunk and almost wasted and i was just asking.." he whisperd in a subtle manner.

"Come here.." he added and lead her to the cushioned bed gesturing her to sit.

Her head was spinning. And her eyes were so heavy that she thought in any minute she would literally collapsed.

As soon as she was seated, the soft bed seems so inviting that she can't stop herself from laying on top of it, grabing a pillow and pulling up the covers around her body.

"Sara, this isn't your bed. Come on, I'll take you there.." he wailed feeling a little annoyed.

But no one answered him.

He heaved out a deep sigh and wiped his sleepy eyes with both hands. She's so stubborn.

"My lady, please stop playing games now. This isn't the right time. It's way past midnight.." he pleaded defeatedly.

"I can't sleep in my room. I woke up with a bad dream.." her voice was soft as she stirred up and fliped to the other side facing the windows.

"A bad dream..?"

"A nightmare. It's cracking my head. I can't sleep again.." she slowly open her one eye peeking a little look at the man who's face can't be described with words.

It took few moments before Patrick groaned and sighed feeling totally pissed off.

"Okay..I'll just sleep on the couch.."

"No please.. Please stay..here with me, if it's okay with you.." her soft plea stopped Patrick from grabbing a thick red covers from the drawers above the headboard.

"But Sara.." he gasps unable to utter an appropriate words.

"Please.."

Patrick sighed once again before he walked back slowly toward the bed and lay on it's other side with an awkward feeling. He didn't want to mislead her into anything she would regret later on. Because Patrick knew her too well to compromise.

He smelled the scent of her hair as he moved a little inch forward. And he can't help himself but to put an arm around her waist while gently pulling her close to him. If she only knew everything, she won't be here on his room and sharing a bed with him.

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Sahara woke up to a very light and sunny surroundings. She groaned hard while covering her sight with her one arm as she slowly opened her eyes wincing in disgust.

"Jesus! Can't you see someone's still sleeping here..?" she hissed in almost a yelling manner.

The person halted. Then took a step towards her.

"Milady..it's almost ten in the morning. You must wake up." a petite woman wearing a white and blue long sleeve dress appeared at her front. Her copper brown hair is piled up high. And she's wearing a white embroiderd apron over her dress.

Sahara got up on the bed and gazed up at the woman with a raised brow.

"And who are you to say that to me?" she wailed in an irritated tone.

Mornings were supposed to be her glorious time of the day. But as early as now, she's pissed off already.

The woman walks nearer and began arranging the messy bed she once have been sleeping.

"For fucking's sake, will you close that damn shutters!It's blinding me! " she rolled her eyes and slammed her body to the bed once again.

The woman hurriedly steps away from the bed and extending a hand closing the window shutters. The room is much better. With a little sunlight coming from the open balcony of the room.

"Milady, my name is Caroline. I am your lady-in waiting..And whether you like it or not, I will be sticking up with you wherever you'll go or planning to do. Lord Patrick was my patron so you couldn't basically fire me. I will be reporting him directly with anything that concerns with you whatever it is." the woman stated in litany.

Sahara's eyes grew wide. And she almost spit out a curse. The what?

"Your my..what? Hey, am I in some kind of a dream or something.." she said, pinching a little skin on her arms. She winced from the pain. And she almost spank herself for being so stupid.

The woman's creased and slighty wrinkled forehead caught her sight. Which made her think that perhaps the woman was still on her late thirties.

"Milady, you don't know about a lady-in waiting? My apologies for my words. But how did you not know?..." the woman who's name was Caroline said totally confused. She stared hard at the beautiful lady on the bed with awe. Her lady's eyes were so blue and her blonde curly hair was taming her gorgeous aristocrat face that Caroline was so impressed.

"Don't be silly. Of course I know about it. But why the hell would I have a lady-in waiting? I'm not a royalty.." she said while laughing softly.

"But you are..milady! Your indeed a royalty. Didn't you know?" Caroline gasps in disbelief with her french accent.

"No..? and I'm not even interested to be one. I'm american and I won't be living the rest of my life pretending to be proper or demure. I love the way I am and I love my freedom.." she stated totally frantic. A royalty? They're kidding right?

Caroline sighed and gave her a white cottony bathrobe that Sahara then realized that the woman was holding since she came here.

"You must hurry now, milady. Lord Patrick will be here any minute. And he was very serious when he told me to accompany you to your room as soon as you wake up.." Caroline muttered nervously.

When Sahara heard her, her eyes scanned the room. It's walls were not of pastel colors. And the bed..

"How did I got here? Damn!" she hissed. Her head began to throb. Tiny needles were pricking inside. And she groaned in pain.

Then the memories of last night became clear. She was having a very bad dream and she can't sleep again. She even remembered how she drunk the bottled whiskey which lead her to walk through the dark hallway. Leading her to this room.

She even remembered how she ask him to lay beside her. And she flinched at her absurdities.

"Where is he, anyway?" she muttered while stretching her arms and legs.

"..at the farm, milady. It's breeding season for the horses and it's his nature to personally supervise the medication and assist the artificial reproduction of the animals." the woman stated as her hands slowly clutching the shutters to let it open.

Sahara lazily stood up and grab the bathrobe from the woman's hands and wore it around her body, before she stormed out of the room stubbornly. At her back, her lady-in waiting tailed hurriedly.

She mulled over again. Fuming. This place is so boring. She missed her life in America where she can go out anytime especially at night. Thinking of her freedom, she thought of going to Paris today to stroll and have some shopping. She has a VIP card at The Ritz anyway, and she can stay there anytime she wants.

And that idea brought smile to her lips.