Hello! Today I upload another chapter because the previous chapter is really short. I also want to thank the reviewer who noticed that I forgot to mention the age of Sasuke.
Sasuke= 25 years old
Sakura= 22 years old
Thank you all who have been supporting this story! Enjoy!
When we walk out of the elevator, I see a woman standing at the kitchen table. She has long blond hair, tied up into a bun and I wonder if she is his wife. Wait his wife? I didn't know he has a wife or a girlfriend… A fear grips my heart, my stomach shrinks… She sees Mr. Uchiha and immediately heads over to him to greet him. Please, don't kiss or hug him in front me!
"Mr. Uchiha."
"Isabella, I want you to meet Miss Sakura Haruno. She will be eating dinner with me tonight."
She turns her head to me and greets me. I look confused at Mr. Uchiha. Is she his wife or not? He certainly doesn't treat her like a wife…
He sees the confusion in my eyes and tells me that she is the housekeeper. Pfew! Because of my thoughts about the housekeeper, I didn't see how beautiful his apartment is. He lives in the penthouse which has a 200° over Tokyo. No words can describe the panorama, but then I wonder why we are eating at his apartment.
"Isabella really can cook delicious food." He teases me.
"No, I mean why aren't we eating at a restaurant? I barely know you and here I am in your apartment."
He smirks. "Are you afraid of me, Sakura? Because I know you feel nervous when I'm around you. Your breathing increases, your legs start to tremble every time I am near you. Am I right?" Fantastic, even after only 2 days he already has discovered my body reactions at his presence.
"I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Uch- I mean, Sasuke. But I do find you intimidating." He smiles at my responses, like his ego is flattered. He comes near me and puts his hands on my shoulders, slightly massaging them.
"I'm glad that you find me intimidating, but please relax Sakura." You just discovered my body language at your actions and now you think I will relax while you are not only touching my shoulders but even massage them… Hello, where is the logic?
"Let's talk about the interview, shall we?" I nod. I'm glad he changes the subject. He stops massaging my shoulders and leads me to the couch in the sitting area.
"What do you want to drink? The dinner is ready in about 30 minutes so we have plenty of time to enjoy an aperitif. I have wine, beer, …"
"Wine is good. Thank you."
"Ok. White, red or rosé?"
"I'll take whatever you want." He smirks "Good, then it will be red wine." He goes to the kitchen, takes two wine glasses out of a kitchen cabinet and takes a bottle of red wine out of his little wine rack. He sits next to me, uncorking the wine bottle and handing me one of the wine glasses.
"So, do you have some questions for the article?"
"Yes, of course." I put my glass on the table and take my paper and my recorder out of my purse. I put on the button 'play' and the interview can start.
"Uchiha enterprises has 800 employees. How do you keep them satisfied?"
"I'm glad you're asking this question, Miss Haruno. It's true that we have a lot of employees and since the beginning of Uchiha enterprises there was one particular rule concerning the employees: you always have to help them and solve their problems immediately. Employees are the center of an enterprise. When they don't feel alright, they don't do their job well enough and that can lead into bankruptcy."
"How do you help them solve their problems?"
"We hire a few psychologists. The employees can always go and talk to them without paying a penny. The Uchiha's of our company always believed that the health and wellbeing of the employees is part of the responsibility of the CEO. As a result, every three months the employees have an appointment with these people and there they can talk about everything, even about their personal problems."
"Safety is really important for you." He chuckles "THAT is the purpose of Uchiha enterprises. We don't only want to keep the companies safe but also the people within the companies."
"When did you begin to work in the Uchiha enterprises?"
"3 years ago when I graduated from the university."
"What did you study at the university?"
"I studied economics."
"Why? I mean why did you study economics when you were sure you would have a job within your family's company?"
"Well, Sakura, running a company isn't that easy. At the end of the month, you still have to make sure that your company is healthy, that your expenditures are less than your incomes… As CEO, you have to keep a good eye on those things, especially during an economic crisis."
"So you have been working at the Uchiha enterprises for 3 years. Are you ready to become the CEO?"
"I knew from when I was a kid that I would become my father's successor so I have prepared myself for this position and I can assure you that no matter what my age is, I am more than ready to be the next CEO." I nod. He certainly does know what he is talking about and he really is intrigued by his family's company.
"I think you have enough information for the article. Now you know a bit more about my life, so will you enlighten me about your life, Sakura?" He takes a sip from his wine and looks at me, waiting for me to tell something but I don't know what…
"What do you want to know about me?"
"Where are you from?"
"I'm born in Kumamoto, but when I was 12 years old, my parents decided to move to Tokyo."
"Do you still live with your parents?"
"No, I rent an apartment with two friends." He nods. I see his mouth moving, ready to ask another question, but his housekeeper announces that dinner is ready.
During dinner, we talk about our future perspectives and our dreams. He really loves his job; he wants to possess more companies so that he can protect them all. He really is a possessive man. I wonder if he is like that too in his personal life when he has a girlfriend or a wife… Neither of us talks about what happened in the elevator. On one hand I feel relieved because I don't know what I could say about it, on the other hand it makes me sad that he pretends that nothing happened. I mean, nothing did happen unfortunately but I just hoped he felt the same tension as I felt. After dinner, he takes me home in his car. During the ride we don't talk; I think he is a man who likes to have some silent moments in his life. He stops the car at the front of my apartment. I turn around and thank him for the dinner and the ride. When I want to climb out of the car, he grabs my arm.
"I really enjoy your company, Sakura. We should see each other more often." I hold my breath, not knowing what to answer. He wants to see me more… Did god hear my prayer last night? He puts one of his hands on my cheek and runs his thumb across my lower lip. "You know, it really turns me on when you bite your lip, Sakura. It makes me want to kiss you and bite it myself." Because of all the tension between us, I suddenly feel very brave. "Then what are you waiting for, Sasuke?" Before I have the possibility to think about what I have said, his lips are planted on mine. He kisses me slowly and gently, while one of his hands holds me at my waist and the other hand grabs my hair. Oh boy, he really knows how to kiss. He slowly sucks at my bottom lip, making my mouth open and let his tongue enter my mouth. I moan into his mouth, while his tongue explores my mouth and fights with my mouth for the domination. He groans erotically when I bite his tongue and kisses me even deeper and demanding than before. After a couple of minutes, we pull apart because we are out of breath. Holy cow… That was amazing. I'm glad it's dark in the car so that he can't see that I look flushed. One of his hands is still at my waist while the other is cupping my cheek.
"I've put my phone number in your mobile while you were at the restroom. I hope we will see each other soon, Sakura." He gives me a last little peck on my lips and I climb out of the car, a bit feeling paralyzed. It really is hard to stand on my feet after what I have experienced in the car.
"Sasuke, thank you for this evening." I close the door of the car, go to the apartment door, open it and go straight to my bathroom to check on my lips. They look swollen so what happened in the car isn't a dream. I happily jump on my bed and fantasize about the evening. God, I know about who I will be dreaming tonight.