"Andrei!" Sark asked the guard who was responsible for watching April as he walked up to him.
"Yes?" Andrei answered shaken, standing in front of April's door. Genuinely he was afraid of Mr. Sark. He had never worked under anyone who had an only business attitude about him. At least Irina asked about him about his family, but Mr. Sark was all about business.
"How long has Miss Winthers been in the shower?" It was not as much of a question as it was a demand.
Avoiding eye contact with his superior, Andrei looked at his watch and realized it had been an hour. "Miss Winthers has been in the shower for an hour."
"Shit", Sark screamed frustrated. He knew very well that even if she were a twenty-one year old teenage girl, it would not take her an hour in the shower. "Give me the key."
Without saying anything, Andrei handed the key to Sark.
Sark whipped the door open and went immediately to the bathroom where he heard the water running. He opened up the shower curtain and only saw water running out of the showerhead. "Dammit!" he yelled. Then he went back into the bedroom and saw the sheets falling out of the window. One of the ends was tied to the nightstand and the other was down handing two feet above the street.
"She likes the chase," he said calmly, even though inside he was this close to pulling a trigger the next time he saw her.
April stood on platform 10 at the train station in Madrid. She didn't have any money, but she planned on just sneaking on the train. She figured that Sark was watching her parents and would know if she contacted them, so she decided to just get to Gibraltar anyway she could. She felt she could only be reassured by seeing them and making sure that they were right in front of her.
Despite her conflicts with her family, she still loved them more than anything in the world. She idolized her dad. April never really saw Harry because of his job that kept him away and her being at boarding school since she was ten, but when they were together, they were perfect. It was the ideal father-daughter relationship and April could not help but think of her father as a superhero. He could do no wrong in her eyes.
Her mother Patricia was a different story. Whenever April and her mother were in the same room all they did was fight. Harry at least would provide a mediator between the two, but he always sided with April. Her mother felt like she was the odd one out in her family. Her husband and daughter had a perfect relationship and she was not apart of it. The mother and daughter relationship just never seemed to work. Maybe it was because they were both so much alike. Stubborn, self-confident, and beautiful were all qualities that they both possessed and neither could ever let the other get the best of them.
April let out a big sigh. She had two minutes before the train left. She was beginning to shake and wondering if this is what she should be doing. In her mind, she had a feeling that Julian would have figured out now that she was not in the shower. She knew he was smarter than that and if he wasn't then she definitely had over-estimated him.
For some reason, April could not get over the feeling like someone was watching her. It felt like someone was standing right behind her. She turned to look, but no one was there. The only people behind her were people speaking in Spanish, whom she couldn't understand. All she wanted to do was get on that train and get back to Gibraltar, where she could see her parents.
Over the speaker April heard in Spanish, "Train to Gibraltar now boarding." Even though she could not understand what the speaker was saying, she noticed all the people around her boarding the train.
She hesitated for a second, but she stood up and began walking towards the door of the train.
April was the last person outside the door of the train, but right before she stepped on, someone grabbed her arm
"Miss Winthers," Sark said with an angry undertone in his voice. He was dressed in a black Armani suit and his expression was completely calm. He knew that he was going to prevent her from going on the train and so did April, but she wasn't about to give up so easily.
"Mi dispatche, signor. Non parlo inglese," April said quickly in Italian. She knew this was stupid, but it was the only thing she had going for her.
"Miss Winthers, nice try, but no," Sark laughed.
He looked away from her, but before he knew it she had kicked him in the groin and had somehow loosened herself from his grip. A split second later he saw her running the opposite direction towards the entrance of the train station. Sark started running after her, silently cursing him for looking away from her for a second. He knew that you had to keep eye contact with your target, but her pathetic attempt of trying to get out of his hold was funny to him. He had never seen someone, deny who they were so easily as she had.
Instead of going out the entrance like he thought April would, she ran around to another other aisle of platforms. As like their first encounter, Sark thought, she is making this way too easy. He quickly came to a stop, when he saw that she couldn't go anywhere other than the area they were in. Even though this was a busy train station, there was nowhere she could go without him seeing her.
Out of the corner of his left eye he saw April go behind a cement post. Sark quickly turned to his left and smoothly walked over to where she was trying to hide. It was not working very well for her.
Her hands were plastered to the side of the post and she tried to make herself invisible. I can't do this forever, she thought. He is going to find me. He knows that he has to find me.
"April, you are not getting away this time," Sark said sternly, getting so close to her so no one else could hear their conversation.
"I know," she responded calmly, avoiding the eye contact he was trying to make with her.
This wasn't a typical situation for April. She had never been so close to a man, a real man. Sark was practically hovering over her and was just centimeters from her face.
Despite, how beautiful she was April hardly ever dated. And if she did it was with guys she ultimately felt sorry for and even if she hated to use the term, pity date. Also in school she didn't have a lot of opportunities to, because all of the schools she had ever been in were all girls. She led a sheltered life and in front of her stood a man who had experienced life more than April ever thought possible.
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