The Sinclair Series Book #1: Tragedy Of Love

Chapter Six: His Intentions

"You ran away from me."

That voice.

I stopped sweeping the dry leaves. I froze very much aware that he is behind me. I tugged the long sweater over my bare shoulder. I caught a whiff of sweat. Why does he show up when I'm a mess? I turned slowly to look at the agitated man standing at the entrance of the backyard. His muscular arms are extended above his head holding on the metal above the narrow gate. "I left. I didn't run. There is a difference."

"With whose permission did you leave? I don't remember you asking. It's rude."

I stopped sweeping the dry leaves.

I came home to a house without servants. My mother was moping the floor. It seems her pressure for me to MARRY UP was all because we had burned through a the pennies we own. Now we are the help completely shunned from high society. The whispers have been carried like feathers to the wind. Everyone knows we are broke and with it, the retraction of the once generous hand of society.

"My own." I resumed my work. I have a pile of dishes in the kitchen sink.

"You were my guest." He narrowed his eyes.

"You must mean sex toy Henrik."

"Don't offend me." He has gotten closer. "Why are you sweeping?"

"Because someone has to clean. Otherwise we will live like pigs."

"Can I have your attention?"

"No I'm busy." I refused.

The honest truth is that I couldn't go to Spain with him. I took Aria's advise and I split as soon as we got off the helicopter. The sheet of paper contained an address and the man helped me when I mentioned that I was sent by Aria Deveraux. I came home to news that Michael Harrington has lost his mother. We attended the funeral. He ended our engagement and then everything spiralled. But before I left the Hamptons I spoke to him about Sinclair and he told me that family is not for the faint hearted. He refused to give more information. When more than one person is negative about a person it's good to pay attention. I'm listening. I don't want Sinclair. At least I won't run after him. Let him chase me.

He grabbed the broom. He threw it aside. "I hate being ignored."

"Oh poor Sinclair. Don't be a brat. You're not the center of the universe."

I picked up the broom. "I'm sorry. Let's start over. It's nice to see you. It's been a while." He changed his tone. I smiled to myself.

"I guess it's nice to see you too. Have a seat your highness." I pointed to the stump of a chopped down tree. "Or do you need something softer for your royal behind?"

He chuckled. "This will do." He took the seat. "Why did you leave without telling me? I was worried. I sear he'd for you like a mad man only for Aria to mention it a day later that she saw you leave."

I laughed at how that must have played out. "Were you upset with her?"

"Yes I was." He answered with a clenched jaw. "Is it something I said? Did I perhaps make you uncomfortable?"

"It's not you. It's me."

"Explain."

"I have a tendency to burn bright before I crash and burn. You moved too fast and I just wanted to take a step back and take in before I got too involved."

"Were you perhaps worried I'll use you and dump you?"

"Yes. You are engaged so what was I to you if not a sex toy to discard after use? I know how it works. I have been a star in such a film. It ended with me hurt and alone. I'm not interested in the role you are offering. A girl has only one heart."