The reporters regretted provoking Blake Anderson. They never expected him to be in a serious relationship with Sara Wesley for him to protect her and teach everyone who smeared her name that big of a lesson.

They were just doing their jobs, they were trying to get the latest and juiciest scoop on celebrities. They did not expect their night to turn for the worst.

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Blake's assistant took all the reporter's ID cards and noted down their names. The next morning they would all receive a letter from their companies informing them that they've been fired.

Everyone cursed their bad luck, and they all went home crying. Blake wrapped his arms around Sara to support her, she was shaking and looked back at Blake with a pained expression.

"Shh...It's going to be okay. Let's get you out of here," managing to talk to her softly even though he was still angry at the reporters for ruining their beautiful night.

Sara silently nodded, after she became acquainted with Joaquin, her life had been shattered. She was fed up with people pointing their fingers at her and releasing mean comments even though she was not at fault.

Blake ushered her into the car, she was so rattled that she did not notice that Blake was holding her hands, it made her feel safe, and for the first time since all these scandals came to light, she had someone else aside from her family to support her.

She tried to free her hand when the car started moving, but Blake did not budge and instead tightened his hold on her hand, so she just kept quiet, all her energy was already drained.

"I want to go home," Sara said in a meek tone, she just wanted to crawl into bed and hide from everyone for a while.

"No," Blake snapped.

"Why? I just want to go to bed already," Sara frowned. She was not ready to handle another tantrum from Blake.

"Those idiots have bothered you, and you look very shaken, being alone is not a good thing for you right now," he said.

"That's why I want to see my parents," she said.

Even though Sara was already twenty-five years old, she still looked to her parents for comfort. They were supportive, and she knew that they would drop everything and give her all the hugs that she needed right now.

For Mr. and Mrs. Wesley, their kids were their first priority, and everything else came after.

"Your parents cannot handle everything. None of the news they covered today will go out because they've all been fired. Only you and I know what happened, there is no use making your parents worried.," Blake reasoned out.

Sara thought deep and hard, she realized that what he said was true, they were already worked up not being able to find a lawyer for her, she did not want to add more to that.

"But... where will I stay?" Sara questioned.

"Obviously at my place," Blake answered as if Sara asked such a silly question.

"Blake, I don't want our relationship to move that fast," Sara said, panicking.

"My dear Sara, you can stay in one of my guest rooms, we're not doing anything else unless you're ready," Blake said.

"Oh then, no funny business, right?" she asked to make sure.

"Yep NO.FUNNY.BUSINESS," Blake stressed out each word to assure her.

Even though he wanted things to progress faster than how it's moving right now, he will not do anything against her wishes. He knows that forcing her will only make her run the other way, and that is not something he was considering.

"Okay," Sara smiled, hearing his assurance.

"Hmmm… it seems like the first thing that came to your mind was for us to sleep together. If that is what you want that then I don't have a problem, I don't want to disappoint you," he teased.

"What? No… that's not… I was just …," Sara blushed, not knowing how to answer.

"I didn't know you were such a bad girl, harboring such dirty thoughts," Blake drawled sensually.

Sara plastered herself on the seat looking the other way, as Blake's hot breath fell on her neck.

"No... I.. that's not what I was.. thinking of," Sara stammered, breathless.

"I don't believe you," Blake whispered, bringing his face closer and inhaling her scent.

He laid his head on her shoulder, and she tried to shake him off.

"Shh.. just let me lay here for a bit," Blake said, she was frozen, but after a while, she began to relax, she rubbed his soft hair. He felt relaxed and started nuzzling her neck.

"Don't move too much, I'm going to push you off," Sara warned.

"Hmm Hmm," Blake said, continuing to nuzzle her neck.

"Blake...stop it..." Sara dragged his name and tried to push him away. He chuckled and moved back a bit. He liked teasing her.

Blake had instructed the housekeeper to cook their dinner and keep it warm so they could eat when they came home.

All that stress and trauma had made Sara so hungry that she just started gobbling up everything on-site, she did not care that she did not even bother to look pretty in front of him.

"Sara, eat slowly, there is enough food for both of us," Blake said, he liked that she was enjoying the food and not starving herself.

"Hmm… you should try this, this is so yummy," Sara said in between bites. Blake shook his head, he didn't want to come between Sara and her food, so he ate quietly.

When they finished dinner, they headed to the living room, Blake was watching the news, while Sara went through her Instagram when she remembered, "Blake I forgot, we should have gone to the store so I could get a change of clothes."

At the same time, the doorbell rang. It was Blake's assistant, and he got her clothes to change into. Blake had the foresight to tell him to shop for her.

Blake passed the bag to Sara and said, "Here, these are for you."

She took the bag and looked inside, surprised to find nightwear, underwear, and a very expensive Italian dress all in her size.

"Aww Blake, these are so pretty. Thank you!" she said cheerfully.

"No need to say thanks, it's my duty to care for you," he said, glad that she liked what he got for her. Sara grinned at him. Who knew he was this thoughtful, he was beginning to grow on her. Even without her asking, he took care of her needs.

She thought, "This guy is not so arrogant and sarcastic after all, underneath all that, he is very kind and thoughtful."

"Which one's my room?" She wanted to freshen up and head to bed.

"Come, let me show you your room," he said as he stood up and headed up the stairs.

Sara's room was very neat, it had a very modern and minimalist design, just like the rest of the house.

"Take a bath and get comfortable. If you need anything I'll be right next door. Do not hesitate to call me," Blake said.

"Thank…," Sara stopped in the middle of thanking him when Blake narrowed his eyes, she smiled, "I will call you if I need anything."

"Well if you feel alone, also you can call me, I'll keep you company," he said sheepishly.

"I'm okay, you can go now," Sara said bashfully, he was still teasing her.

He smiled smugly, heading to his room. Sara was blushing like a red tomato thinking about Blake's parting words.

Blake started working again after he took a shower. He was on his laptop, emailing people.

Sara, on the other hand, called her mother and informed her that she won't come home because of a photoshoot. Telling her that the production crew has a room arranged for her at the site so she need not worry, she would come home in the morning.

Mrs. Wesley knew that sometimes Sara didn't come home because she had to work very late, but because of the scandals, she was very worried about her daughter.

She warned Sara that the scandals were not over yet and was trying to convince her to quit. But Sara argued that she's been putting in enough hours of hard work, it would be a waste if she quit now just because of a scandal.

Sara felt more relaxed after taking a bath. She had decided not to dwell on the fiasco earlier and spoil her mood, they had a good date despite what happened.

Being in a new place, she anticipated not being able to sleep, so she was thinking of ways to relax, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

In the other room, Blake was so immersed in his work that he did not notice the time. It was one am by the time he closed his laptop. He started rubbing his eyes when he remembered Sara was in the next room with only a wall separating them. He wanted to be near her so he placed her right next to him.

She did not ask him for anything, so he thought he should check on her, just to make sure. Wearing his home slippers, he stood outside her door. He thought of knocking but did not want to disturb her if she was already asleep.

He pushed the door, hoping that she didn't have it closed, and it was open, so he came into the room silently and watched his angel while she slept.