The Day That Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 12

Sara awoke the next morning, temporarily forgetting where she was. All at once the memories of the days before came flooding back. It was too much, she was overwhelmed. Suddenly Sara started crying and shaking. Anthony came rushing in form the bathroom. He now had plaid pajama pants on and carried a toothbrush in his hand. Foamed up toothpaste was spread all around his mouth. As he spoke, it came flying off in clumps.

“Sara, are you alright? I heard you sobbing,” asked Anthony as he set the toothbrush down on the bedside stand and draped an arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head against his warm chest, the scatterings of hair tickling her face. Sara pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“What happened Sara?”

“I woke up and I didn’t realize where I was. And then everything that’s happened recently just came flooding back. And when I looked over you weren’t there, I thought you had left me like everyone else.”

Forgetting that he had only known her for less than 24 hours, Anthony pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. Sara looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. He realized what he had done.

Anthony thought to himself, “You stupid idiot! Now she’ll never trust you. She’s just going to think your some psycho guy who wants to get into her pants!”

Sara, almost as if reading his mind smiled, “I know you’re not trying to get me in bed with you. It’s just…well… I’ve never had anyone care so much about me. It’s a bit of a weird feeling.”

“Get used to it,” said Anthony, “Because I have no intention of going anywhere.”

Sara grinned from ear to ear. Anthony put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her a bit closer. As it slid up to the back of her neck, and he leaned in close…Her stomach growled.

They both laughed and Sara turned a bright cherry red.

“Well, I guess we’d better get you something to eat.”

And with that they climbed out of bed. On there way down the stairs, Sara had a chance to look at some of the impressive art work he had hanging from the walls. There was a copy of the Mona Lisa, and of the Last Supper. Dazed, and lost in thoughts, Sara tripped on the last step, and went flying face first onto the hardwood floor.

Anthony picked her up off the floor and began to carry her wedding style towards the kitchen., “I guess I’m going to have to carry you around.”

“And why exactly would you do that,” laughed Sara.

“Why to keep your from breaking your neck my dear.”

He set her down in a chair that was seated at the island. Two plates of her favorite breakfast were sitting across from each other.

“MMMM, scrambled eggs with american cheese, sausage links, and toast! How did you know?”

“I guess I just have a knack for it. Although you cant give me most of the credit, my cook Betty made it.”

“You have a cook?”

“Yes, also a maid, driver, butler, gardener, and pool crew.”

“You’re rich aren’t you,” asked Sara. She was being blunt, and he liked it.

“Yes, but most of my money isn’t money I’ve earned. My grandfather and father were wealthy businessmen. I was my father’s only son, and he was his fathers only son. So naturally I inherited quite a hefty amount of money.”

Sara stared at him. He didn’t say it in the cocky manner that most men would have, he told the truth and he stated it as such. It was only a fact and that was all he implied it to be. This man, Anthony, was so refreshing. He was older than her, but not by much. And more importantly he treated her better than anyone she had ever met. She could truly see herself…

Anthony cut in on her thoughts, “Are you ok? You seem to be staring out into space.”

Sara smiled and pushed her eggs around on her plate, “Oh yes, I’m fine. But Anthony, I was just wondering… Do you think, well could I, would it be alright with you if..”

“If you stayed here with me for a while? I was just thinking the same thing myself. As much as I enjoy my staff, having them here isn’t quite the same as having another person to talk to and spend time with. As long as you don’t mind going out to buy some new clothes for yourself today I would be delighted to have you here with me!”

Sara grinned, and went back to her breakfast. She knew he was staring at her, but for the first time in her life. That was ok.

After Julia, the maid, had cleared away the dishes, and winked at Sara, they ventured out into the parlor. This room was set up more like a modern living space. Here was the high definition, flat screen television. Along with a couch, reclining chair, stereo, and coffee table.

“Make yourself at home,” said Anthony as he sat down in the chair and leaned back with the paper.

And that’s exactly what Sara did. She stretched out on the couch and watched cartoons until 1 or so in the afternoon. At this point she noticed just how grungy she felt.

“Would it be alright if I took a shower?”
“Of course! How rude of me not to offer sooner. I’ll show you the room you can have. There’s an attached bathroom. I’m afraid the room is quite plain. Feel free to decorate however you wish, its all on me of course.”
With that, he led her upstairs, showed her how to work the faucets, and left the room. Just as Sara was lathering up she realized that he had neither a towel, nor any clear clothes. Yet to her surprise, when she got out of the shower, 2 fluffy white towels were waiting for her. As she dried her long, dark hair, she ventured out into her bedroom. An outfit was already on the bed. It was a blue jean skirt that would hit about mid thigh and a pink button down blouse. A pair of black lace panties and matching bra were beside it. A pale pink ribbon lay in curls on the bra, and a pair of pink flip flops were on the floor net to the bed. She tried everything on. It fit perfectly. As her hair dried in ringlets she straightened her clothes and walked down stairs.

She ran in to Julia and was informed that Anthony was waiting in his library and wished to speak with her. She hurried down the hall, hair flowing graciously behind her. When she entered the spacious room, Anthony was breath-taken. Her green eyes danced and dazzled and her blue black hair sparkled in the light. The pink top was slightly tight around her chest, and the skirt hit at a modest but yet arousing level.

“You wanted to see me,” asked Sara, flopping down in a chair opposite his. She didn’t do a very good job crossing her legs because Anthony got a glimpse at her lacy underwear. He was forced to look away before his erection became more prominent.

“Yes, I did. I’m aware of the fact that you have no clothing, makeup, furnishings for your room, or anything else for that matter. Betty was kind enough to loan you a set of her daughters close, left from when she was here swimming last weekend. This is simply unacceptable.”

For a moment Sara thought he was mad at her. And when he lifted his arm she was scared he might hit her. But all he did was set a credit card on the desk in front of her.

“James, my driver, will take you in the limo to any store you want. That credit card has a 25,000 dollar maximum on it. I hope it will suffice. You may get anything, clothes, makeup, bedclothes, nightgowns, anything you wish. Try to be back before 8, that’s when dinner is served. But other than that go wild.”

Sara looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears yet to be shed, “Really?”

“Really”

She bounded out of the room, and out the front door to the white limousine, credit card in hand. Before she closed the door, she waved to Anthony who was watching out the library window.

“Where to, Miss Sara?”

“Wherever you recommend James.”
“Very well, Blooming Dales it is.”