Bound To Him - Chapter 113

Sara did not know what the consequences would be when she agreed to start a fake relationship with Blake.

She decided to stay in bed until she trained this afternoon, after the last few days she’s had, maybe now she can rest and relax.

The previous day she had assigned a special ringtone for Blake. So she knew without looking at her phone if he was calling her, and it would prevent her from accidentally answering one of Joaquin’s phone calls again.

“Hello!” Sara said in a sleepy voice as she answered her phone.

“Still not out of bed, sleepyhead?” Blake chuckled.

“Blake, why are you calling so early? Sara frowned.

“How is it early? it’s already 9. Come to my house now,” Blake said.

“Why should I come to your house?” Sara was confused. Did they have a meeting she forgot?

“Did you forget that you are now my girlfriend, and when I say come to my house, you do it? I will send a vehicle in half an hour, so don’t be late,” Blake said sternly.

“Hmm… okay, fine!” Sara said. She unwillingly got out of her bed, and half an hour later, a car was waiting for her outside.

Blake’s villa had a modern style, sleek hard lines, and a lot of big picture windows to let the light in. Palm trees and flowering plants lined the driveway and the perimeter to the house, lending a vibrant aura, inviting one to step outdoors and enjoy the beautiful gardens.

She had left herself in since the door was unlocked, “Hello!” she called out.

“Where is everybody? Why is there nobody to greet me? What am I even supposed to do here?” she thought.

“Blake! Blake! Where are you?” Sara yelled as she walked through the living room.

A voice from upstairs said, “Prepare breakfast for me.”

“What? I don’t know how to cook,” Sara yelled from the stairs, but there was no answer, frustrated, she headed for the kitchen.

“Such a spoiled brat,” she thought, but she was astounded with what she saw.

This was the kitchen made for chefs, marble countertops, two wall ovens, a farmhouse kitchen sink, two dishwashers, an island with a sink in the middle, and a big refrigerator with french doors and a bottom freezer.

She found bread on the counter and searched for some milk and eggs from the refrigerator. Looking in one of the cabinets, she found the spice rack, and even that was complete with all the spices you could think of, taking the cinnamon, she decided to make french toast. It was the easiest thing she could find on the internet that she didn’t think she could mess up.

There were fresh oranges in a basket, so she thought orange juice would sound great, she squeezed the juice out while waiting for the french toast to cook.

Arranging her creation on the dining table, she congratulated herself. Watching all those cooking shows had paid off, she felt she did a good job since she couldn’t even boil water properly,

Blake had gotten ready and came down for breakfast. His hair was still damp from the shower, and he didn’t bother to style it. His hair was falling in his face giving him a younger, boyish look.

Sara couldn’t help but stare as he came down from the stairs, “He looks much more handsome today.”

“Good Morning Sara!” Blake smirked, noticing Sara checking him out.

“Good Morning!” Sara said, blushing as she came out of her trance.

“So what’s for breakfast?” Blake asked as he sat at the dining table.

“French toast and orange juice,” Sara said, sounding as if she had prepared a seven-course meal.

Blake had an unreadable expression, he hoped that whatever she made would at least be edible. He looked at Sara to see as if she was joking, but instead, she looked as if she was waiting to be praised.

Blake ate a piece of the French toast and downed it with half of the juice. It didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste good either, she had put on too much cinnamon, and it almost made him cough.

“So? How was it?” Sara could not control herself as Blake was eating so slowly.

“Good,” Blake lied.

“Really? That was my first time making that, who knew I had such a talent in the kitchen?” Sara smiled, very confident.

Blake chuckled thinking, “Where did this woman get too much confidence?”

“Fool!” Blake got up and flicked her forehead.

“Ouch! What was that for?” Sara said, angrily while rubbing her forehead.

“Let’s go to work,” Blake said.

“Oh, so you want to parade me in front of everyone so they will know about our relationship?” Sara asked.

“Yes, that’s the plan for today,” Blake said.

Sara just stood there, thinking, “Is this going to be good? Should I do this? Should I go home?”

“Don’t think too much, I will be there to handle any problem that arises, the only thing you need to worry about is to not make me angry,” Blake said.

“What if I make you angry?” Sara asked curiously.

Blake came towards her very slowly, with that predatory look in his eye he whispered, “”Naughty girls get punished.”

Sara shivered, his voice was very low and sexy, it was like his lips were caressing her ear.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away, “You have to move back.”

He took a step back, “Why is your face so red?” Blake teased.

Sara touched her face and felt it was warm.

“Are you imagining what punishment I was going to give you? Was it something dirty?” Blake smirked.

“No! What? Who is having dirty thoughts? Stop teasing me,” Sara stammered.

“Oh really? What did I say? You were the one letting your imagination run wild,” Blake said innocently.

“You’re evil!” Frustrated, she hurried out the front door.

Blake had a big smile on his face after Sara left, “My morning has never been this good before.”

When they got out of the car, he noticed she was nervous, so he went and held her hand. He wanted to make her feel relaxed.

Sara was surprised, she was not used to holding anybody’s hands, so she unconsciously pushed it away. Blake’s face stiffened and his eyes narrowed, “We are supposed to be in a relationship, let me hold your hand and stop fidgeting,” Blake said sternly.

She didn’t want him to get mad, so she voluntarily went and held his hand, she remembered this morning’s threat. Blake’s face relaxed as he tightened his hold on her.

People were shocked to see their boss walking hand in hand with a model. People were whispering because they had recognized her as the model who was in the news recently, with several scandals to her name.

Blake’s name was associated with many actresses, models, and daughters who belonged to the upper class, but he had always denied all the rumors.

He never openly dated any women and definitely had never even held hands with anyone. It definitely looked like they were dating, but why was he dating someone like Sara Wesley?

The question running around was, “He had a lot of options, but why did he choose her?”

Blake’s expression was neutral, it was like a regular normal day at the office, but Sara’s hands were sweating.

“Look up!” Blake whispered, seeing Sara had bowed her head to avoid people’s stares. She looked at him, and he had an encouraging look on his face, she nodded, thanking him for lending her his confidence. She knew that as long as she was with Blake she would be okay.

The whole building was in an uproar, everybody was talking about Sara and Blake’s relationship.

Someone had taken a picture of them and uploaded it on the net. They were holding hands, and it looked like they were lovingly looking at each other.

All the citizens were stunned, and it had become the talk of the town. Some people did not believe the picture, and they thought Sara was just another of Blake’s models or one of his friends. They could not believe that Blake had been snagged, so some fans had told everyone not to jump to conclusions so quickly.

“What are we doing today? I don’t have gym training until later,” Sara asked.

“I have arranged for someone to meet you,” Blake said.

“Who is it?” she was curious, “I wonder who this person is, will it be the lawyer?” she thought.

Blake was about to answer when the assistant came and informed him that his appointment was here.

A woman in her 50’s came in through the door, for her age she looked gorgeous, dressed stylishly in what was called elegant chic, she had the poise of someone from the royal family.

“Hello Mr. Anderson, it has been a while,” the woman greeted with a smile.

“Hello Ms. Diana, thank you for coming at such short notice,” Blake said.

“It’s my pleasure for you to request my services,” Diana said.

She was the most sought after and most expensive etiquette coach available, she had trained women from all the elite families around the world.

She covers everything from fashion, decorum, manners, and anything that pertains to business and entertainment. And she always has a long list of people waiting to be in her queue, but Blake had special privileges being an Aristocratic heir.

“This is my girlfriend Sara,” Blake said as he introduced her.

“Hello…,” Sara said, cheerfully.

Diana looked Sara up and down, assessing and judging her. It got to a point where Sara felt awkward, so she gave Diana a forced smile.

“Sara, I have meetings scheduled, I have to go and leave you in Diana’s capable hands,” Blake said as he walked out of his office.

“Let’s start the training, we have a lot to work on,” Diana said sternly. She was very strict, and never even once smiled.

Sara felt like she was being criticized for everything, and it seemed like she was doing nothing right. She was asked to walk, sit, and stand properly, and Diana recommended a few more weeks of training until she learned everything by heart.

Diana was strict with everybody, and she can easily transform a normal person into a very sophisticated lady because she works on somebody, she works on them until they give her what she wants and that is total transformation.

At first, Sara was adamant to get her way because she thought Diana was being too hard on her but then she realized that most of her suggestions were valid and were there to make her become a better person, so she stopped fighting and just took all her suggestions and used them to her advantage.

Sara still had no idea why Blake was making her undergo such training. Up until today, she has never even heard of Diana, much less being used to train models. “Is he doing this for all his models or does he only give me the special treatments?” she wondered.

By the time she got home, she was dead tired, the training with Diana, and then the training at the gym in the afternoon wore her out. Her body was depleted, so when Blake called her, she was already sleeping.

He called her several more times, and he was getting angry when he got transferred to her voice mail. He checked her schedule and realized that he might have been too harsh in his judgment. She had a full schedule since this morning and did not realize that she might have been very tired by the end of her training at the gym.

He was mad because he had the whole day planned out. Wake up with Sara in his house, then go to work with her and in the evening he wanted to go home with her too, but when he finished she had already gone home.

He was disappointed when she went home and did not even let him know, it seems that Sara had no idea how to be in a relationship, it was up to him to teach her.

Blake smirked, thinking about his plan. He wanted to act like a proper boyfriend for her, and she wasted all his effort. He will enjoy teaching her how to be his girlfriend.

On the other side of the world, someone was in a very foul mood, he was burning with anger.