Blake was watching his sleeping beauty, she looked so serene and ethereal, anyone who would have seen her like this would easily fall in love with her. Unbeknownst to him, he was falling in love with Sara.

She was wearing the nightdress he instructed his assistant to get, and it was making his throat dry. Her breast was neatly outlined by the silky material, showing off her cleavage. Her breathing seems like her breasts were beckoning him to touch her.

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He wanted to touch her more intimately but did not dare disturb the very fragile relationship they were in right now. So he diverted his attention back to her face so he could control his lusty thoughts.

He kneeled down next to the bed, and just like at his office, it seemed that Sara was a deep sleeper, she did not really stir when he delicately touched her face. He got bolder and traced her lips with his finger, then gave her a peck on her lips.

He moved back, checking if she had awoken.

Luckily she was still asleep, so he kissed her longer this time, he wanted to kiss her deeply, but he knew his luck would run out, and she'd wake up screaming and never come back if he did that. Unwillingly he got up and walked to the door, he turned back, one more time to look at her before he let himself out.

When morning came, Sara hurriedly got ready and wanted to leave without having breakfast, she gave the excuse that she wanted to have breakfast with her parents.

He was getting accustomed to her being in his house and he wanted to have breakfast with her before she left.

True, he was a private person. That's why he lived in a villa away from his parents, but he was starting to like having meals with Sara and spending time on the couch even though they were both busy doing their own things. They had a very companionable time together, it was pleasant and soothing.

So instead of insisting for her to stay, he offered to drop her off, and she accepted. It would be faster to get home if she didn't have to wait for a cab this very early in the morning.

Blake tried to be discreet and did not want her parents to get suspicious, so he had parked a little further away from the front of their house.

He was on his way to the office when he got a call from his dad instructing him to come and see him right away, so he turned around and headed for his parent's home.

Mr. Anderson, the maid said, was in his study as she let Blake in. His father was in his 50's but his looks never diminished, he was still as handsome as ever, he looked a lot like Blake during his younger years.

His face had an added maturity and seriousness because of seeing the world and going through a lot of experiences. No one can deny the wisdom he had possessed because of ruling the business industry with an iron fist.

"Come in," his dad said when he knocked on the door.

"Dad, is there something wrong, your message sounded very urgent," he said as he walked into the room and sat in front of his father.

"Can't I just call you without any reason? Your mother and I wanted to see you," Mr. Anderson closed the file he was reading.

Blake knew that his father would never call him without any reason and if his parents wanted to see him, they would not call him this early because they knew that he would have a lot of important meetings in the morning.

They would usually call him in the evenings or at the weekends, so he waited for his father to reveal the reason he was called to come in.

"So, how is the business doing?" Mr. Anderson asked.

"Everything is going well, nothing I can't handle," Blake said proudly.

Mr. Anderson chuckled, seeing his son's smug face, he agreed his son was very capable and handled things better than he expected.

At the age of 30, Blake had ruled the entire family business. He was not sure if he was up to the challenge when he handed the business over. But, being his son, he had proven him wrong and expanded the business to heights he could only have imagined.

Blake had exceeded his expectations and made him feel very proud. There was only one thing he was worried about. It was that Blake was strong-willed, he always went for what he wanted, sometimes acting on impulse without thinking of the consequences.

Mr. Anderson's principle was that it was better not to have to clean any mess than creating one. He knew that the Aristocratic heirs had so much power that any mess they created, always came out clean. They were so formidable that nobody could raise a finger at them.

He just thought that one of these days, somebody might use their mistakes against them.

These aristocratic families were like a fishing net, and power was their fish, they did not want to have a hole in their net, and let all the fish escape.

Power was everything for the aristocratic families because once they lose it then they will just be like ordinary people and once a man gets used to it, he is never willing to lose that power.

"Good... good, then is there something new happening in your life?" Mr. Anderson asked.

"No dad," Blake replied.

"Are you sure there is nothing you want to tell me?" Mr. Anderson asked again.

Blake understood what his father was asking him, he was indirectly asking him about his relationship, waiting for him to volunteer the information.

Most of the time his father knew what was happening in the business even though he had been retired for a while. His dad just wanted to see if he was having any difficulties. Nothing was kept from him, and just like when he was in charge, he still had a foot in the business and was still silently involved.

It's not that he didn't trust Blake, but just like any other parent, he was looking out for his son, he wanted to make sure that if Blake needed his help, he would be there to assist him.

"Dad.. well... about me and Sara ….," Blake trailed off in the middle, he was debating on telling his dad. Mr. Anderson stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"Sara and I are in a relationship," he continued.

"Really? That's what you wanted to tell me?" his father said laughing lightly.

He frowned, does his father know something he doesn't know? "What is he smiling about?" he wondered. It was really hard to hide anything from his dad.

"Blake, you've been rumored to be with a few women before. I never bothered with them because I knew you were never serious, I also know that you never dated until now," said his dad.

"How does he know the truth?" he wondered. He's never really liked anybody enough to date them. Most of the time it was the women that confessed to him, and he'd reject them right away, though they never got the hint.

They would always leak pictures to the media in the hopes of Blake acknowledging their feelings. Always thinking that if they forced him, maybe he would agree, so everybody would just assume that he was dating all these women.

Blake did not clarify anything because he did not find it necessary to spend so much time and energy denying or confirming the allegations. So the women would use this as an opportunity to declare that they were indeed in a relationship.

He would just wait for everything to blow over and let them get tired of pestering him because sooner or later, they eventually left him alone.

That's why it came to be that Blake was portrayed as a playboy dating all these female celebrities, even when all he did was talk to them, they'd still be in the news the next day.

Dating an Aristocratic heir was always good for their status, so these women would always lie and pretend they were dating, but as soon as they see the next celebrity associated with him, the media would assume that he had a new fling.

These supposed to be relationships did not last for more than two or three months. When they asked the women why they broke up, they'd always say that they were not compatible, and having busy careers did not give them room to have a relationship.

Some even went to the extreme to declare that he had proposed, and they rejected him because the women were not ready to settle down, and they were able to get away with it because he never bothered to clear his name.

Blake's silence was their weapon, and they used it to their advantage.