IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~**Chapter 10~**~

~**~Chapter 10~**~

Dahveed drove home in daze. He was tired of fighting. Fighting Arabelle, and fighting his feelings for her. He’d never liked a girl before but his heart was surely going to burst with emotions if he didn’t talk to someone. He could go somewhere and drown in alcohol but he didn’t want to. Thanks to Arabelle; she made him want to be a better person.

It was almost midnight when he got to the mansion and he decided to swim. Swimming always helped him to clear his mind even in his teens. Laps after laps in the freezing water and all he could see were Arabelle’s face; her huge eyes innocently gazing anywhere else but at him with embarrassment… her wet dark hair blowing on his face.

This evening had proved to be the evening of the year. First with Arabelle glowing when she entered the hotel. Dahveed’s heart had skipped a beat when he’d laid eyes on her tonight. He’d never seen her look so elegant. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this really Arabelle? The one-woman office dynamo? The completely professional assistant who managed to simplify boardroom meetings, make damn good coffee and write memos that could make a businessman weep? Then he could hardly believe the words that came out of his mouth. He’d wanted to complement her but had ended up sneering at her.

He’d almost had a heart attack when his driver told him that she’d left walking. Swearing and cussing her to hell and back, he’d been shocked once again at the sight. Her dress had been wet clinging to her skin, hair matted to her head, and her shoes dangling in her right hand while the left one held on the flowing garment.

He found himself saying “please” to get her home not even caring that’s she’d probably ruin his leather car seats. He got out of the pool and put on the white robe. Towel around his neck, he went in search of a drink to the little shelves on the other side of the pool. He took a calming sip and felt like he was being watched. He turned around and found who he assumed to be Devin’s little sister watching him like a hawk, wearing those outrageous barely-there- two piece bikinis. He shivered in disgust when she gave him the come-hither-me look while twirling a chunk of her long hair on her finger. He drowned the rest of his drink and went to his room without a second glance.

Sarah was ecstatic. She was so happy she couldn’t describe it in words. Finally someone who didn’t grovel and fall on their feet trying to please her every whim! Finally, she’d met a man! A very handsome AND rich man who looked as delicious as those hors d’oeuvres she’d had for dinner. Sarah wanted him and what Sarah wanted, Sarah got.

“Sarah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I was expecting you in two days!” her mother gushed and she smiled. Even her parents groveled to please her.

“Mom, you know how much I love surprises!” she said hugging her mother. “Tell me one thing though, the guy who just left was Dahveed, right?” she enquired. Sarah had been shipped off to boarding school in London at the tender age of 10 and then college and modeling school after that. She barely came home for the holidays and when she did, she never saw Dahveed.

“Uh-huh…” Patricia replied hesitatingly.

“Well, you can finally start planning my wedding because I want to marry this guy.” Sarah exclaimed and Patricia’s eyes widened to a saucer’s size.

“Sarah, you know I would be more than happy if that were to happen but we both know that it’s impossible.” Patricia said clinging to her daughter’s hand. “You witnessed it just a while ago. He didn’t even give you a second glance.”

“Exactly, mom! I was waiting for such a guy!” this made so much sense to Sarah that she wanted to start working on strategy to get Dahveed in her bed right away.