Forever Yours
Summary: Sakura is promoted to be Vice President of Sales and
Marketing in the ever so busy city of New York. Her best friend helps her find
a wonderful housemate to live with for some time but she couldn't imagine her
housemate could change her life.....
Disclaimer: I do not own CSS and Clamp but I do own this story.
A/N: I wrote my 4th chapter today and I hope you like it continue
to R&R because I'd luv to know what you think of this story. A couple of
people emailed me asking how long will this story go. Well to be honest I want
to go till their wedding but that would mean a lot of chapters. So at least 30
chapters will hit the spot. Also I was asked by those ET fans that if there
will be any fluff about ET and eventually there will. I hope you enjoy.
Ch.4- Lies for Love?
"Seriously, you are president" she asked in disbelief. She was completely
flabbergasted. Syaoran Li president of Sales and Marketing life began to become
worse.
"Uh, Y-Yeah I am" he stammered. He had lied, what was he going to do? He was
just an employee... president? What had gotten into him?
"It's bad enough I live with you, work with you and now I serve you!" she said
in disgrace. For one moment she had actually thought she was better than him in
something.
"It's not that big of a deal" he said coolly trying to completely stop this
argument.
"Fine, but I so envy you" she said angrily.
This is what he wanted. For her to envy him right? Unfortunately he started to
believe that wasn't the case at all.
Sakura started her car and started off to drive. She felt so uncomfortable,
knowing now that Li was always and will be better than her. "Tomoyo has caused
a real problem" she thought. She had headed for the house she was staying at.
She opened the door and could smell the faint aroma of a home-cooked meal. She
kicked off her heels and walked in the kitchen. She saw the butler cooking
something really good. "Hi, I'm Sakura Kinomoto, you must be the butler" she
said happily.
The man gave a faint smile and he continued with his cooking. Sakura wondered
does he no English maybe Japanese but he doesn't look Japanese how about
French.....
She went through dozen's and dozen's different languages each one not a word
from the silent butler.
Li came down stairs and saw Sakura talking to the butler in...Italian?!?! He
started to laugh not feeling the guilt anymore.
"What's so funny" she asked looking annoyed.
"Seymour you can talk now" he said simply.
"Thank you sir" said the butler.
Sakura stared there bewildered he spoke in English something odd was going on.
"He speaks" she said in disgrace.
"Oh yeah, I told Seymour to not talk to you just to see if you would cause a
fit but obviously you do something even funnier" he said laughing.
"That wasn't funny, I wasted 15 minutes trying to communicate with him and all
along it is a silly joke" she said angrily.
The butler snickered and continued to cook the meal. Sakura threw herself on
the couch and started to take out a couple of notes. Li came and sat and
flicked on the TV.
"What's that?" he asked suspiciously.
"You should know Mr. President" she said sarcastically.
There was a long silence and they stared at each other. How about if she found
out what was he suppose to do?
"Obviously you forgot, what kind of president are you" she said giggling.
He gave a sigh of relief. Sakura wondered why he hadn't given a combat yet.
"Whatever Ms. All that" he said.
"Are you going to the board meeting tomorrow" she said
"Uh-no, I'll hire someone to take notes for me" he said forcing on a smile.
"That's not fair, just because you're a president" she said whining like a kid.
"Don't whine, it's annoying" he said moaning.
"I mean, I don't want to go" she said.
"You have to" he said
She smelled the faint aroma of the home-cooked meal and decided tormenting the
jerk could wait. She then turned around and gave him one last look. For some
reason she couldn't get her eyes off of him
Goldnstarz: I hope this chapter is good and I know it's rather
short but it was beautiful (wiping off tears) next chapter will be great. I
promise.
