Sorry it has been so long since I updated…I have been heaps busy at work!

Ok so here's the thing I am going on holidays for a week so I have decided to put two short chapters up cause I won't have access to the internet.

Hope you enjoy!

Oh and a thanks to meri24, CelestrialFire Goddess, Phoenix6, SpeedRacer15, Bloodied Turquoise Knives and Setsuna Bu for taking the time to review the story it makes my day! Oh and welcome to the new readers.

Chapter 7

Sitting on the Sark family private jet Sydney realised that this was no longer a dream, she was on her way to the mansion of the all important Mr Sark to live in close quarters and teach his daughter. Sydney sat on the plane engrossed in "A tale of two cities" written in Russian, another one of her favourites. Anna and Sark were sitting on the lounge on the other side of the plane, talking quietly. Sydney looked up as Sark got up and made his way towards the front of the plane, while Anna sat down next to Sydney. Sydney smiled at her and returned to her book.

"Whatcha reading?"

"A tale of two cities" Sydney replied placing her book mark on the page that she had just finished and closed the book."

"why is it in Russian?" Anna enquired

"Because this was my mothers' book and she was Russian."

"oh" was all Anna said as sad look crossed her face.

"What's wrong Anna?"

"I never got to meet my mummy, daddy says she went to heaven when she had me." Anna's blue eyes tearing up.

"My mother died when I was 6" Sydney replied in a broken tone.

"Will you be my mummy Miss Sydney" Anna asked genuinely

Sydney froze

"ah how about I read to you for awhile" Sydney quickly changed the subject hoping to distract not only Anna but herself from the thoughts that the innocent question had brought to the surface.

Sydney began to read to Anna and she soon noticed that she had drifted off to sleep, her head on Sydney's lap. Sydney continued to read to herself as she stroked Anna's blonde hair. Not aware of another set of blue eyes watching in amazement at the interaction of the pair.

Landing at a private air strip on the outskirts of London, Sydney was not surprised to find a car waiting for them. Sark carried his sleeping daughter off the plane and Sydney followed climbing into the car afterwards. Sark informed her that the ride was about two hours. Watching the passing country side and the sinking of the sun, Sydney realised it was getting quite late and found herself quickly drifting off to the gentle motions of the car.

Sark looked over at the sleeping woman, and smiled slightly she was really beautiful and there was something about her, an innate sadness that was begging him to unearth. She sighed and turning towards him in her sleep, giving Sark a perfect opportunity to study her without her intense brown eyes staring into his soul. Her relaxed features were quite contrasting to the fiery woman he had met on earlier occasions and Sark found himself unconsciously thinking he wouldn't mind waking up next to her of a morning his arms wrapped protectively around her firm torso.

The car pulled up to Sark's mansion both females fast asleep. Sark gentle shook Sydney in an attempt to rouse her but she turned away and muttered in her sleep.

"Don't frost the pie" Sark had to bite back a laugh, shaking his head he instructed Matin his butler to carry Anna up to bed and he would be up to tuck her in after he carried Miss Bristow. Gently lifting her into his arms Sark carried Sydney effortlessly up to her room, which he had picked out for her. He told himself that he had picked a room which he thought she would like and that was close to Anna, not that it was across the hall from his. Placing her down on the bed, Sark took a moment to study her as she snugged into the soft bed. Tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear Sark pulled back as if he was burnt. Don't get attached he mentally berated himself; he wasn't in the habit of getting involved with his employees. But she really isn't an employee is she.

Outside the mansion a dark figure pulled out a cell phone, hitting 1 on the speed dial waiting impatiently as the person on the other end answered not waiting for a greeting the dark figure broke in.

"We have a way in"

"How?" the voice sounded eager

"The woman from the market, she is staying at the London mansion and it appears as though he is already forming an attachment"

"Keeping watching get as much as you can on the woman report back any changes" The figure was left listening to a dial tone. Sinking back into the darkness a sly smile playing on her lips, this was going to be too easy.

Sark gently closed the door to Sydney's room before heading to Anna's room. He had seen the interaction of Sydney and Anna on the plane and was surprised by Anna's attachment to Sydney. It was also hard to miss the look on Sydney's face when Anna had asked her whether she was going to be her mother. As much as Sark didn't want to admit it Sydney was definitely intriguing, she stood up to his cold manner on the phone and verbal sparing at Katya's dinner. She's your Soul mate a tiny voice inside his head hinted.