Millionaire Extraordinaire.
Chapter 1.
By: RobinSparkelz.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"Why me?" You have pink hair, and an annoyingly happy ringtone, when you obviously not happy. You also shoved cake into my mouth the first time we met and didn't fawn over me. "Oh but I did, mentally." A Sasuke&Sakura story.
Sakura stared intently at the ring of coffee on the table. Taking another sip of her latte she carefully set the paper cup down exactly over the ring. Biting her lip, she tried to squash the feeling of unease building up inside her. Distraction - she needed a distraction. Glancing at the menu she decided to order a slice of "Death by chocolate cake". Her eyes roamed the rustic coffee joint in an attempt to alert the waiter, finally, after a few minutes she caught the waiter's eye.
"I apologize for the wait, Miss." The waiter said as he arrived at the table.
"It's no problem." she said, dismissively waving her hand and placing her order, the waiter nodded at Sakura before turning his head to the silent entity across her.
"Anything for you sir?" He questioned.
"A refill." The man said shortly, indicating to his empty cup before disappearing behind the cover of his book once again, nodding, the waiter took off to get their orders and she turned her attention back to the man sitting across from her.
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Sakura had arrived at the coffee shop a few hours ago, it seemed to have gained popularity over the years as every table inside was occupied. Standing in line to order her coffee she had impatiently tapped her foot on the hardwood floor as she scouted for an empty table and found none. She had ordered her favorite – a triple espresso latte with extra foam and no sugar- before weaving her way through the tables in what had began to seem like a futile attempt to find a table.
Sakura's heeled boots clicked on the cherry hardwood floor, her navy blue jersey snagging on the brick wall as she had flattened herself against the wall to avoid bumping into the colorful arrangement of tables. Just as she was about to give up hope. She had spotted an empty table. No, she thought as she walked closer, a half empty table. There was someone sitting at it, face obscured by a book. She had approached the table until she was standing right next to it. It was a great spot next to a large window overlooking the city. The man, she gathered from looking at his boots hadn't even looked up at her, though somehow she was sure he was aware of her.
"May I sit?" Sakura asked, indicating to the chair across him. Slowly he had lowered the book, just enough so she could see him nod, but not enough to see his face. Sighing in relief she had taken the seat across him.
That was about two hours ago, she hadn't heard him speak once until just a few seconds ago and he hadn't lowered his book "A clinical evaluation on the mentally impaired" either.
The nerves, which she had been suppressing for the better part of the two hours she had been there, came crashing back into her as her phone rang for the umpteenth time since she had entered the coffee shop. She let the ringtone wash over her drowning herself in its happy words, when suddenly she was startled by a snap and a thud, the man across her had shut his book and slammed it down, he glowered at her, and she assumed she was supposed to feel intimidated by his expression but she was too busy staring at his outrageously handsome face to notice.
Sakura thought he said something, but she was feeling distinctly sick and could barely react as he reached over, picked up her phone and ended the call. The absence of her ringtone, snapped her back into reality.
"Hey." She protested making a weak grab for her phone.
"You can't just grab people's stuff." She huffed, even though she was secretly relieved that he had.
"Well maybe, you should answer your damn phone." He snapped.
Blinking in surprise at his blatant rudeness she scowled, "And maybe you should go back to being silent" She snapped back at him.
That seemed to take him by surprise, and his stormy dark, dark, grey eyes bordering on black she noticed, widened a fraction, before narrowing.
Sakura watched as he took in her appearance, from her tousled pink locks to the heavy bags under her eyes and her chipped fingernails. Anxiety was once again building up in her, and her head spun, she was borderline nauseous, ignoring her companions scrutinizing gaze she dug around in her bag for medication, sighing in relief when her fingers closed around the box. Popping two pills out of their case she was just about to pop them into her mouth, when he spoke again.
"You shouldn't take medication." He said in a bored voice
"And why the hell not?" she questioned, annoyed.
"It's not good to develop an independence on a medication." He replied staring at her with a blank expression.
"Well, thanks so much for the concern" She said sarcastically, before placing the pills in her mouth and downing them with a gulp of coffee.
He glared at her. "Your funeral." He muttered under his breath.
"I am a doctor. I prescribe medication to save people you insolent arse" She hissed.
This guy who she had known for less than a few minutes, knew exactly how to crawl under her skin. With his snarky comments and stoic expression, she never imagined in her life that she would be sitting across this man on a important day like this, in a coffee shop exchanging sarcastic comments and feeling more alive than she had in ages.
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"So you're Uchiha Sasuke as in owner of Uchiha Industries, millionaire extraordinaire?" Sakura questioned.
An hour and the nastiest comments later, they had somehow started having a decent conversation.
"Hn." He answered.
"Don't you have a business to run?" She questioned.
"Its Saturday" He deadpanned.
"Sooo?" She said dragging out the word.
Glaring at her, something she noticed he was quite fond of doing, he retaliated with a.
"Don't you have lives to save?"
"I'm on leave" She said smugly
"Why?"
Her smile left her face as she remembered the reason. Avoiding his question, she tried to quell her rising nerves
Sakura didn't notice him frown at her reaction.
"Be strong Sakura." She chanted to herself before turning back to face Sasuke.
She threw him her best smile, unsure why she felt like she needed to reassure him. Picking up her fork she stabbed into the slice of her forgotten cake and brought it to her mouth, savoring the chocolaty taste.
"Do you want a piece?" She asked, sticking a piece of cake on her fork and waving it in front of him.
He opened his mouth in what she assumed would be a no, as he didn't seem like a cake kind of guy, but in that moment Sakura didn't know what came over her and before she realized it she had leaned forward and stuffed a forkful of cake into his mouth. It took a second for his expression to change from shocked to murderous, but with a cake stuffed mouth it had no effect on her except to instigate a fit of laughter.
She didn't laugh very long though as he reached over, grabbed her wrists in his hands and pulled her across the table until they were inches apart and she could feel his breath on her lips, and count his eyelashes.
"What the fuck was that Sa-ku-ra." He enunciated each syllable of her name, and she couldn't help the blush that flooded her cheeks at their close proximity and the way his voice caressed over her name. Damn he was hot she thought.
After squirming out of his grasp she picked up his book and buried her face in it in an attempt to compose herself. Peeking out from the top of it she saw him smirking at her, very sexy, she thought, very very sexy.
"Are you going to hide behind the book forever?" He taunted. She didn't answer him, she would not give him the satisfaction.
Sakura cracked five minutes later, he was good.
Their heated debate on Batman versus Superman was interrupted when her phone rang again. She glanced at her phone fully planning on cutting the call until her eyes landed on the time and she gasped in surprise as she saw how late it was.
Shit she thought "Shit, shit, shit" she muttered as she bolted up.
It was four in the evening and she was going to be horribly late, swiping her screen to end the call she grabbed her bag, hastily chucking her phone in and scratching around for bills, when she felt a warm hand encircle hers. Glancing up, wide eyed she stared up at Sasuke, in her haste to get up she hadn't realized he had as well.
"I'll get it." He said.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"My wallet is in here somewhere" She muttered as she continued to rummage though her bag.
"Sakura," He said.
"Me." he pointed to himself. "Millionaire extraordinaire, remember?"
She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face at his usage of her words.
"Thank you." She said.
He let go of her wrist and she turned around the feeling of dread building as she took more and more steps away from him.
She was almost at the door, when a strong arm encircled her waist, spinning her around, and pressing her into a hard chest.
"Sasuke?" She questioned breathlessly.
"Sakura." He returned, before dipping her down slanting his lips over hers and kissing her in the most sensual, passionate and down right toe curling way ever, before pulling away, steadying her on her feet and walking out the door.
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Fumbling in the middle console for his phone, Sasuke swore under his breath as he narrowly avoided a pothole.
"What!" He snapped as he finally answered it.
"Hey teme, don't you what me. You are late and you promised me you'd be my plus one because Hinata's already invited and yo-"
Naruto's rant was cut off by Sasuke's harsh reply.
"I'm on my way dobe." He snapped before ending the call.
He swore himself for getting involved and allowing Naruto to convince him to come to a wedding rehearsal as well as the actual wedding the next day. As he sped down the highway to the venue, he cursed himself for kissing that pink haired girl, he didn't know what had came over him in that moment, there was just something about her, well hopefully he'd never see her again – he made a mental note to avoid the coffee shop for a while, he didn't want to run into the neurotic pink-haired doctor ever again
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"You late." Naruto hissed as he slid into the front row pew.
"Hn." he muttered glancing around, he noticed that the crowd seemed to be restless.
"What's going on dobe?"
Just as Naruto was about to answer, the doors opened with a loud bang. Everybody turned, their eyes on the figure in the doorway, which was very obviously not the bride to be, but rather Hyuuga Hinata, one of the bridesmaids.
Flushing a bright red, he watched as Naruto's fiancé made her way down the aisle, nervously wiping her hands against her black dress.
She walked up to the altar, stopping to talk to a man who Sasuke assumed was the groom to be, he watched as the man's expression changed from anxious to relieved.
Hinata hastily made her way out again, catching both his and Naruto's eyes and giving them a small smile.
"Thank Goodness." Naruto breathed running a hand through his blond locks.
"I though she bailed."
"The bride?" Sasuke questioned.
"Yeah, no one's been able to get hold of her all day, seems like she just needed some time alone." Naruto said shrugging.
Sasuke frowned, it was just the wedding rehearsal, I mean if you were having second thoughts on the wedding day...
No, not even then. You don't agree to marry someone if you were going to have second thoughts about it later.
At least he was earlier than the bride, he hadn't planned on spending so much time at the damn coffee shop. Once again his thoughts went back to that women Sakura, tch...annoying. His musings were interrupted when the doors opened again and the first strains of music were heard.
Hinata once again walked down the aisle this time holding a bouquet of flowers, followed by Hyuuga's girlfriend and then a blonde female Sasuke didn't recognize, as soon as they lined up, the music changed to the familiar wedding march, and Sasuke mentally scoffed at the stupidity of a wedding rehearsal, it's like having two wedd-!
"Fuck." he swore under his breath, his thoughts coming to an absolute halt, as he caught sight of the figure walking down the aisle. Pink locks had been swept into a elegant up do, exposing her slender neck, a blood red dress hugged her figure trailing down behind her, her slender fingers held a bouquet of white roses, engagement ring glinting in the light. How had he not noticed it, how had he been so fucking stupid, but no he thought ,he hadn't not noticed it, she hadn't been wearing it.
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Despite the flawless application of her makeup by Ino, Sakura felt as if everybody could see the prominent bags under her eyes and her sickly complexion which contrasted violently against her scarlet dress, as she walked down the aisle. Anxiety mounting she reminded herself it was just a rehearsal not the real thing, not the real thing, not the rea-.
She gasped loudly halting in her trek up the aisle as her eyes came to rest on the raven haired man standing in the front pew, she wobbled unsteadily on her heels as he met her gaze, looking equally as stunned as her. Because never in a million years had she imagined to see Uchiha Sasuke again and definitely not at her wedding rehearsal.
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Note: This chapter was revised.