It was nearly seven in the evening by the time they returned home, David chatting constantly as he and Darius talked about soccer, his eyes widening hearing the names of some of the soccer stars the Italian knew personally. When Darius offered to get him a signed football of one of the biggest stars in the world - even Sara had been impressed to know that the two were friends - David squirming excitedly in his chair. “That is so cool”, he cried. Sara gave a chuckle as she smiled over, “Name dropper”
By eight David had been bathed, Darius hearing the way he talked constantly surprised to find that he enjoyed being around the child. Sara put him into the room closest to theirs; reading him a story but only getting halfway through before his small eyes blinked shut, exhaustion finally overcoming him. She plugged in the baby monitor her mother had brought and moved downstairs to join Darius in the dining room. She had just sat as Edith moved into the room, her eyes bright. “So nice to have a child in the house”, she cried, her eyes dropping pointedly to Darius, he rolling his heavenward as Sara chuckled. As the housekeeper left, she shook her head. “Poor you...Edith is on a mission now” Darius gave her a mock pained look. “Yep you could be right...might need to get a dog to keep her quiet” Sara laughed harder as she nodded, “Yes...that would teach her”
The meal that night was full of laughter, both so relaxed from their day together. Darius again thought how smart and funny Sara was, realising that she was also incredibly playful as she teased him, he giving as good back, Sara also enjoying the meal.
That night in bed, he lay over her, his eyes taking in every detail of her beautiful features, as his finger stroked her cheek. “I had a good day today, Sara Balfour” His soft tone brought a gentle smile to her lips as more seriously she nodded, “I did too Darius Garelli”, before his mouth dropped to kiss her so softly. Their lovemaking that night had been different, softer, more...intimate. Both took their time, caressing and kissing the other before they once more brought the other to the same mind-blowing release as they always did.
Lying with him over her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, their heads together as they fought to bring their breathing back to normal she had been so happy, so in love. Snapping her eyes open, she stiffened, disbelief filling her at the realisation of what she had just thought. She was in love...in love with Darius Garelli, biting her lip to hold down the groan of pain which rose within her throat. How could she be so stupid as to fall in love with a man out to destroy her?#p#分页标题#e#
“Are you OK?” The soft question made her start as Darius slid from her, his eyes so close to her own full of concern, Sara pulled a smile to her lips, “Y...yeah...I just thought I heard David” This answer seemed to appease him as he pulled her in tightly against himself, a small chuckle on his lips. “Oh, I have a feeling that we will hear him just fine when he wakes” Darius wrapped his arm around her shoulder, Sara leaning against his chest listening to the sound of his heart, enjoying the way his fingers trailed down her arm, her hand under her chin.
“David really likes you” Her words caught him by surprise, a smile rising to his lips. “He is a good kid”, the smile more devilish as he added, “Has his aunty wrapped around his fingers though” She chucked, nodding against his skin, a frown rising to her forehead. “You never talked about your father in the past...yet you come back with his name...did he not know about you when you were born?” She felt him stiffen slightly, suddenly wishing that she had said nothing. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to pry”
Beside her, Darius gave a long sigh, his body relaxing as he pulled her in to drop a kiss on her head, his voice emotionless. “My mother worked for Antonio Garelli as a maid. When she got pregnant, he had her kicked out. Gave her some money and told her that if she said a word to anybody then he would see her in prison” Sara gave a loud gasp, her eyes flying to his, the similarity of his position when she had been forced to fire him not lost on her. His mouth straightened in a hard line as he continued, “My mother was no angel. She preferred to spend her time with her boyfriends. The only person who gave a damn about me was my grandfather. He taught me how to build...he was old-school” She saw the fond smile which flitted across his features. “He died when I was fifteen and, well, you know the rest of the story about my mother”
Sara made a small sound of sympathy as he gave her head another kiss. “That’s terrible Darius”, as another sigh left him. “We were never close Sara. I started working with a company and later became a contractor myself...then moved to the states...which is when I started working for your family” She heard the tinge of anger on his tone, remaining silent as he talked. “Like I said...after you fired me, your father made sure that I was not able to get another contract. So I returned to Italy and decided that it was time that I met my father” Sara nodded softly.