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Part four - Chapter Three

"What do you say?" Sara asked, stunned.

She had come here looking for answers, and wasn't liking what she had heard. It couldn't possibly be true. No, she had to be making it up. Her father was a nobody. A holiday fling. Her mother had pretended she had married, that was all a lie, to hide the truth.

"He's your biological father," her mother explained the last thing Sara wanted to hear.

"No! He isn't my father! No! I won't have it!" Waving away her mother's tempts at explaining, Sara fled from her mother's home onto the street as a stranger. A different person having no understanding who she was. Everything she had known had been a lie.

Gasping for breathes, she looked around her in a state of shock. She was no longer the person she had thought she was. Sara Williams a daughter to a house cleaner, instead of a bastard child to an out-of-wedlock billionaire father.

He had ignored her all her life, given them nothing. How could her mother do that to her? How could she sleep with a married man? Maybe, she was just as bad. Hadn't she been kissing a nearly married man? She shook her head. It wasn't like that. She had been playing a part. There was no way she would've gone to his bed that's why she had fled that night. So she wouldn't be tempted, taking his ring with her. Absently, she rubbed her ring-less finger.

Desperately, she dug hands into the jacket's pocket as she walked down the street to see no hope. No future to plunge her hands in deeper, pulling the jacket around her cold, numb body, having no idea where she was heading. She had to find work that was a given. The only skills she had were to keep house. She knew how to cook, clean, wash just like her mother, who had taught her well. Before she had felt shamed. Now it was better than being an adulterer like her mother. She would work. Find a place to live. She couldn't afford to live where she was.

Suddenly a car out of nowhere pulled over and a door opened, startling her to confront blazing green eyes as Sayyid leaned across the car and glared at her. "Get in the car!" He ordered to have her blink at him. "Now," he growled. Stunned, she lowered into the car as the door closed like giant bat wings to buckle in. Indicating, Sayyid emerged onto the quite street road. "What were you thinking?"

Numbly she blinked. "Sorry?"

Sayyid took a deep long breath. "What were you thinking just walking out like that? You had a job, regular income, and you just walked away. I was no threat to you."

She looked down at her locked hands in her lap. "I.....I," she just shrugged. A tear rolled down her cheek to drop onto her hands followed by another, then another and another. Dropping her head forwards to hide the tears, her hair falling, blocking from his sight.

"Sara?" He prompted much softer to shake her head. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to. A large man's hankie was placed in her hands that she grabbed to wipe away the tears and blew her nose, leaning back into the contour of the seat and turned to stare unseeingly out the window. Pressing the clutched hankie against her trembling lips, her mind reeling. She had to think, she had to get her act together.

"I wasn't thinking," she finally admitted. Just reacted as she always did. Sighing, she ran a hand through dark honey hair.

"That's for sure." He released a long breath. "Walking out as you did, you lost your internship. Probably any chances of another gone, just because of me." There was a harsh edge to his voice.

"Well, yes, I thought it was best all around after the other night, and yesterday." Was it only yesterday she had been kissing him in his office?

They drove the rest of the way in silence to go underground into a private car park belonging to a private apartment building in Docklands. In stunned silence, she followed him out of the car and up the elevator to the top floor entering the penthouse that was his temporary home and into his study.