Billionaire's Revenge(46)

“Then be with me. It really is as simple as that” She gave a half-laugh devoid of humour, her teeth catching her bottom lip which she nibbled with uncertainty. “How long do you have to be in Italy?” He sighed deeply at her question, his eyes full of frustration “About two weeks”, his answer as she gave a small nod.

“I have an interview in four days...and I think I have a good chance of getting the job, which means that I can afford to rent somewhere” Raising her finger, she placed it gently on his lips to stop his argument “If all goes according to plan Darius...then in two weeks things should be sorted”, a small tremulous smile rising to her lips. “Then maybe we can see where this is going”

Darius frowned thoughtfully, “What if you don’t get the job?” He saw the fear which flitted over her features, her expression so serious. “I have to. I have to prove that I can stand on my own...so much depends on it”, her tone sombre. He regarded her before speaking softly, “You should not be working in an office Sara. I have seen what you are capable of. What if I were to give you a job within my management program? You have the ability and the qualifications. You should not be wasting your talents”

Sara stared at him, her eyes wide. “Y...you would give me a job?” His head nodded, “And not because of the fact we are sleeping together...you truly have got management potential...and It would mean that you would have a job in three days...not just an interview in four” She blinked back the tears, happiness now shining from her. “Thank you”, her words a mere whisper “You have no idea how much this means” Darius pulled her in closer, hugging her, “No...I don’t but I would like to know Sara”, releasing her to look into her lovely face. Sara seemed unsure before she gave a soft sigh.#p#分页标题#e#

“When you come back from Italy...things should be right...then I will tell you everything, but until then I have to sort things out myself” Giving a deep sigh he leaned forward to kiss her. She still did not fully trust him he could tell, but her words had given him hope and he could wait for two weeks.

The next day dragged for Sara. Seeing Darius prepare to leave had torn at her. She loved this man, loved him with everything in her, the desire to be at his side rising so strongly within her. That night they had a party to attend and the following day a flight booked to return to Italy.

His call to his office enrolling her in the Management Program confirmed that she would be expected to begin work the day after he left and Sara lost no time in contacting her realtor with instructions of which apartments she wanted a second look at.

For Sara, everything seemed to be slotting in nicely, and for the first time she allowed herself the luxury of believing that things were going to be fine. The only storm cloud on the horizon was her inability to reach the one person she most needed to talk to. As her allotted time had come and gone, her phone continued to ring out panic filling her as she prepared for the party, that night wearing an off-the-shoulder cornflower blue figure-hugging long dress.

Pulling on a smile as Darius moved behind her, she allowed him to fasten the necklace he had bought for her, turning in his arms as she sighed, “I will miss you” His mouth lifted at the corners at the sincerity in her voice. “I got you a small present...so you don’t forget me” Sara raised her eyebrow as he pulled a long box from his jacket. She gave a small groan, her eyes rising to his, the diamond tennis bracelet sitting snugly within the black box.

“Oh Darius...it is beautiful”, her eyes flying to his, “You shouldn’t have” His throaty laugh filled her with small tremors. “Oh...but I did...like I said...don’t want you forgetting me”, his fingers removing the expensive string of diamonds and fixing it onto her small wrist before turning her hand around and kissing the small vein, his eyes flashing as she smiled back.

“Has any woman ever been able to forget you Darius?” He laughed softly before drawing her in to kiss her lips. “Maybe I just give away a lot of bracelets”. Sara chuckled as she gave him a pretend glare; he winked at her as he left in search of their tickets for that night. When Darius left the room Sara pulled out her phone, frowning once more that there had been no call that day. While she was not supposed to call the manager, she finally dialled the number.

The woman on the other end of the line was defensive and accusatory and became aggressive, telling Sara that she was not meant to phone so late. Sensing trouble, she dug her heels in, throwing back that she had not received the phone call that she by legal right was due every day at five, the woman becoming nervous. Sara frowned, knowing that something was very wrong. After constant demands, finally the phone was handed over to the one voice she needed to hear, her sigh of relief quickly turning to concern.