Sebastian was really pissed with himself as of early this morning. He hadn’t been able to sleep since he’d reluctantly logged off the internet. Why the hell did he type those words to her last night?
I want to kiss you.
Now that he thought about it, the sentence made him sound like a stalker. And bloody hell, he didn’t want himself to sound like that to Sakura. As of last night, or rather early this morning, however, that was very likely. He was a stalker to Sakura. He’d pushed her away with his uncontrollable love and desire for her. He couldn’t keep his feelings to himself. He’d wanted her to know how much he loved her. He’d wanted her to come back into their lives that badly. And of course, he’d totally screwed it up. Both for him and his brothers.
Hell! It had gone so great, first with her emailing him about the rent. It was actually a reasonable price considering the market at the moment, but it was Sakura. Heck! He had to lower it for her, no questions asked. He’d do anything for her. He’d even let her have the place rent free if she asked. Then he couldn’t control himself and started emailing her, knowing full well she’d never reply. She surprised him, however, by emailing back. And then off they went, online pen pals.
Everything was going great, and it made Sebastian so gushingly happy that even his brothers noticed. Darcy kept asking him if he had a secret to tell. Damn if he’d expose his private time with Sakura. He was greedy in that regard; he’d admit that. But that sentence—I want to kiss you—that had changed their close relationship. Sebastian doubted she’d reply if he emailed her again and knew in his gut he’d have to. Regardless of her fear of his words, he needed her to come back to him and start over.
He’d just finished dealing with the new contract for a new lease on the building when he got the call from Tristan.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You need to hurry back, Seb.” This was followed by a laugh. “Toby’s in the apartment, and Sakura is coming soon. You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, but heck, I’m going to tell you anyway. Sakura has been living with Sosuke and his family for the past few weeks.”
“What?” Sebastian shouted into the phone, a little more than confused at the information.
“Hey, don’t yell at me, bro. I’m just sharing the news. Come quick. She’ll be here anytime now.”
“I’m on my way,” Sebastian said and hung up.
As he switched on the engine, he shook his head. “Small world. Such a small world.” As he reversed the car, he said under his breath, “Sakura, sweetheart, you’re not running away from us again. That I can promise you.”
***
Darcy wondered if he’d somehow turned into a stalker as he gazed at the painting of the cherry blossom tree he’d brought from Tanaka Gallery, from his dearest Sakura. Every day for two weeks now, he’d parked the car on the opposite side of the gallery, staring at it, hoping to get a glimpse of Sakura herself. He did see her a few times, busy doing this and that. Every time he saw her, he desperately wanted to walk up to her and pull her into his arms. And of course, kiss her until she was breathless. He even imagined himself doing that. But he was a coward and so resigned to just sitting there, watching her from a distance.
Now he lifted his fingers to caress the canvas once again, stroking the line of the pink cherry blossoms, imagining caressing the painter herself.
“Sakura, sweetheart, when will you let us back into your life?” he said under his breath.
He was ready. He knew if he were to see her again, he was ready to march right up to her and take her into his arms and never again let go.
His cell phone rang, and Darcy sighed with annoyance. He reluctantly turned away from the painting and headed to the coffee table where his cell phone, as well as his laptop and drawing materials, resided.
Picking it up to his ear, he said, “Hayden?”
“Emergency, bro,” came Hayden’s voice. “We found Toby. And Sakura is coming.”
“What?”
“Shit, man. Sakura has been living with Lady Haruka and Sosuke for the past two weeks, right under our roof. Bro, are you coming or what?”
Darcy found himself tense from head to toe as the news sank in. “Yeah. I’m coming. I’m coming,” he shouted, grabbing his keys and wallet. “Why is she living with Lady Haruka?” he asked as he raced out the door and then down the stairs.
“No idea. Tristan just phoned Sebastian and he’s on his way as well.”
“What about Mom and Dad?”
“Yeah, Nicolas is currently talking to them. I have a feeling this is it, man! This is it!”
Outside, Darcy clicked the button on his keys and then slid into the car. “I’ll be there soon.”
“Yeah, sure.” After a long pause, he added, “Darcy? Drive safely, bro, and don’t do anything stupid.”
Darcy took a deep breath. “Thanks. But I’m not planning on doing anything stupid. Just keeping Sakura from running away again.”
Hayden laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s what we’re all trying to do.”
“Right, bye for now,” Darcy said and hung up. He put the gear in reverse and then moved out of the parking lot.
“Sakura, sweetheart, I won’t let you run again this time,” he said as he sped along the street.
***
The moment Sakura stepped out of the taxi, the world spun around her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she hadn’t been feeling well for the past week. She’d been a little more than just fatigued and wondered if she was low in something and very sick. Of course, the lack of sleep, long work hours, and her anxiety over the drama at the gallery didn’t help, either.
Once the dizziness disappeared, she hastily made her way to the entrance of the apartment building and then to the elevator. Her mind was once again on Toby as the elevator took her up to the second floor. She hoped Akira had found the dog already. The thought of losing the little pup made Sakura feel even sicker than she already did.
The door dinged and slid open. She stepped out and instantly felt as though something wasn’t right. She paused, wondering what it could be.
Ignoring the odd feeling, she headed to the apartment. The moment she clicked the door open, she called out, “Tadaima,” which meant “I’m home.”
Silence greeted her. She blinked, feeling a little uneasy.
“Akira? It’s me, Sakura. Are you here?” She put her bag and keys on the table by the door and headed toward the living area. “Toby?”
Finally, she heard an excited bark greeting her and sighed with relief. “Akira, you’ve found Toby. Thank goodness.”
She walked faster now, a smile on her face. She rounded the corner and then came to the door. The moment she stepped over the threshold, she came to a sudden halt and her smile disappeared.
Standing before her with his hand in the pocket of his trousers was Sebastian. She sucked in her breath, and suddenly, the dizziness blasted at her in full force.
Dreaming. I am dreaming. Sebastian can’t be here. He can’t be.
She shut her eyes and commanded herself to breathe slowly and deeply. When she opened her eyes again, he was still there. He had a haunted look about his face that hurt her heart. Suddenly, she simply wanted to throw herself into his arms and collapse against him. She wanted to feel his warmth against her so bad it hurt.
“Sakura,” the voice that haunted her day and night called out to her.
She drifted her gaze to her right and found Darcy there. He, too, looked haunted, and his brooding features were darker than ever. A gasp escaped her lips and her body trembled.
“It can’t be,” she whispered.
A face appeared in front of her, which was followed by, “You’re too pale, Sakura darling, and it’s freaking me out.”
It was Tristan who said those words, and Sakura blinked.
“Are you going to be sick?” Logan asked, sporting a worried look on his face.
Hayden rolled his eyes and said, “If you two bother to move back and let her enter the room— Shit!”
He didn’t even finished the sentence before Sakura closed her eyes and started falling.
Sebastian got to her in a second flat, cradling her in his arms. He gently touched her face and swore under his breath. “She’s cold,” he said, a tremor in his voice that worried his brothers.
Darcy felt his gut churning acid and came to kneel beside Sebastian. He touched her forehead and then stroked his fingers against her soft hair.
“Sakura,” he said.
Sebastian glanced up at his brother. “We should get her comfortable.”
At Darcy’s nod, Sebastian lifted her and carried her to the sofa. There, he laid her down and sat beside her, his hand stroking her face.
“Is she unwell?” Conrad asked, hugging Toby tightly against his chest as he hovered behind Sebastian.
“Move back,” Nicolas ordered. “Give her some room.” He turned to Akira, who looked as pale as a ghost. A very beautiful one at that. “Do you have smelling salts or anything?”
Akira nodded and rushed off to find them.
Darcy, who was kneeling on the floor beside Sakura, grabbed her hand. “She’s too cold.”
Akira returned just then and handed Sebastian the smelling salts. “I thought she didn’t look very well this morning,” she said. “Maybe she’s working too hard. I mean, here with Oba-chan and at the gallery as well.”
Nicolas turned his eyes to her. “If you thought she wasn’t well and she was working too hard, why didn’t you help her out?”
Akira’s face reddened. “I did. I was helping out at the gallery during the day while she works here for Oba-chan.”
Tristan wasn’t happy that their eldest scolded the pretty model. He gave Nicolas a dark frown before turning his attention to Akira. “You’re a good friend, Akira-chan,” he said, smiling at her. Akira grinned back at the brother, which annoyed Nicolas.