TAMED

Eight

That handsome-hot man. I never thought will be the man I am going to fight for against all odds. That sweet-tempered lips that sealed mine the very first time we met is my true haven. The glory of being held so close in his arms at night is that countless long nights I have ever dreamed of eversince I got the pleasure of sleeping on his strong hairy-bare chest that keeps me going. And forever will I treasure it for keeps.

Sahara's P.O.V

I headed straight to a white mercedez benz parked on the grand driveway. As my right hand clutch a small red Chanel travelling bag. My grip is tight enough to rumpled it's strap but I didn't care. I can easily dispose it and have the comfort of buying a new one, if I wanted.

Every sway of my hips potrays elegance. And sure I do. Next Duchess of Versailles is quite a name though.

Servants that I passed stared hard with confused and wide eyes but no one dare look at me straight to the eye. I know for sure. They were forbidden.

The sun is burning. And I uses my free hand to gather my sunglasses up to my eyes. For protection. I need to be in Paris. In a city where I belong. Not in this creepy old brick of a chateau that looks like a hundred years old. And my face twist at the thought.

"You are not going anywhere alone, Sara. Now, don't be so stubborn. It's not working on me.." the voice is deep and thick but full of venom.

When I spun to look around, there he is. Standing nearby in a black and brandnew sports car is a man full of breed and etiquette. So far from the previous one in a white sleeveless shirt and tattered denim jeans. I bite my lower lip in awe. How the hell he manage to look both exotic- sultry-sweaty ruggedly-hot and a very formal-distinguised-well mannered man wearing a very formal grey coat and pants?

I adjust my sunglasses while sweetly too-sweetly leans on the car I planned to be my supposed to be gateaway. And smile at him seductively. "Why, baby? You wanna go and hang out with me? Well then it's my pleasure. Going out at night in a Paris evening while holding hands or just staying in some luxurious bed in The Ritz for a whole damn night cuddling. Take a choice. I'm all yours, babe.." I erotically say the words teasing him further. Not that I mean it anyway. Just to pisses him off like the way he did for being so hard and out of reach.

My lips curved up a smile and I studied his features changed under my dark tint glasses. The game of tug and war began!

He scowls and swallow hard."None of the above. Though your offer is very tempting but still it's not descent for a Duchess to make a first move to a man like that. Stop acting like a cheap-slut woman, Sara. It is indeed very frustating.." his low voice make quite a big impact to my heart. That I literaly cough hard because of the lump in my throat and a painful jab in my chest. Though, I know I sound like a pathetic crazy madwoman, but it's still hurts me inside to hear him utter those words carelessly like I'm really just nothing.

"Excuse me?" I breathe out heavily. Trying to control the anger consumes me and making me out of poise.

He sighed. "You heard me. No need to repeat it again. One word is enough for a wise woman." he muttered. Clearly annoyed in having a conversation with me.

I clenches my hands and before I can process my mind, my feet quickly strides towards him. My eyes are blurry. Maybe from that dark glasses or from the tears suddenly steaming on my hot red eyes.

Every fiber of my body tenses. And next thing I knew, my right hand gather up in the air hitting the most disgusting thing on earth. His face!

His eyes widen. And his right hand touches his now red and flushed face. "What was that?" he yells obviously shocked.

I back away. My rugged breathing is inevitable. The sunglasses I was wearing dropped to the ground but I didn't bother to pick it up. Not until I'm fuming and boiling in so much anger.

"That is for insulting me like you knew me too well. You are just one hell of those preppy well, boring fucking lame guys I have ever met in my entire life! Sure you do dressed properly and avoid spitting curses but know what? Your fucking judgement as well as your cold blooded rotten attitude are the most infuriating things worst than the curses I did. And I fucking hate you so much!" I shout it so loud to his face. So loud that I can hear my voice became hoarse and weak.

And before he can manage to open up his mouth, I hastily walks away and got myself inside the car. Push the carkeys and steps on the accelerator and began speeding up fast down the road. I didn't even bother to step the brake to slow down. My feelings inside is burning. And driving a car alone so fast is one good way to ease it. A little.

I'm so far away from the chateau when my breathing become steady. And my pulse returns on it's normal rate. I slowly stop the car on the roadside and just stare at the ground in front of me. Hands never leaving the wheel.

Seconds passed by when I decided to climb out of the car and take a look at the surroundings around me. The sun is about to set. And it's so peaceful and serene to just watch it's orange color fading up in the mountains.

I sighed deeply.  My life is like a whirlwind. I have no family and no friends. Not a single person even cares for me. There is no one, except my mom really knew the real me.

She was just the only one who saw me to be in pain when I manage to act like it was okay. The one who never judged me when I did stupid and reckless things. And she was the one who happened to be the only one who found the best in me when everyone saw me to be the worst.

The people around me never really knew me. They just knew the brat and spoiled rich girl who got all things she wanted in a blink of an eye. Because I never allowed them to. To show sign of weakness to others is just like inviting them to hurt you-because they know where to strike you.

I harshly wiped tears slowly rolling down on my cheeks. I don't need anyone. All I need is myself and my money to go on with my life.

Realizing at the thought, I quickly get back inside and started the car on again. I'm still breathing. I said to myself. And that's all that matters.