Falling for my boss ✔️

Chapter 64 - Our perfect home

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Sara's POV

Several days later

(all pictures belong to SmartMLS, Inc. 2019)

It was Friday the 12th, a week after we had first started the house viewing, and by now this was the 35th house we had looked at. On the weekends we had taken our time to look at nearly 10 houses from morning until evening.

Today was the last day Mrs Ruth had time for us. The next available appointment she had with us would be in a months time.

I was anxious.

We were on a time limit. We had a court date ahead of us. I was sore from my piercings. If we found a house, we needed to move. Soon we had to sit down and discuss the details for the wedding as well.

None of the houses we had seen had spoken to us. There had been one, but it had too little bedrooms and too many bathrooms, exactly what we didn't need. Only the ground floors had big windows, while the top floors had only two small windows. If we had to refurnish the space, then we wanted the layout to be alright at least.

We had not much time to supervise any construction, and getting furniture was something that we could do on our own without any help.

Michael came over to me in the master bathroom and brushed my back up and down with his fingers. He was sensing I was nervous and pressed a feather light kiss onto my shoulder.

Our court date was still moving around because Veronique just wouldn't settle on a date, but she had narrowed it down to either Monday or Wednesday next week, finally. Eleanor had started bombarding us with emails that we just forwarded to Lucas as evidence.

They were strange. Sometimes they were just a word. Sad. Disappointed. Angry. Jealous.

Sometimes she wrote paragraphs of text that didn't seem to end. Occasionally they were poems, and at times, they seemed like diary entries.

Also, she asked me weird things. How I kissed Michael, if I crushed my lips against his, how I felt to him, if I was his vessel, if I would turn into a birthing machine, if I shivered when he loved me , what did I have that she didn't have?

It had left me puzzled as I had read those lines and questions - to my luck, my fiance was close and spotted my confused expression. He rounded the table and read the email.

After Michael caught me reading that specific email, he forbade me from ever doing so again. He made sure to forward the emails before I could and I had to promise him I wouldn't open her messages if one came in.

"For your own sanity", he had told me after I had asked why. "I don't want you to read them. I want you to concentrate on the more important things. The house, your healing process, the wedding - I don't want her to leave a bitter taste in your mouth."

"I told you I wouldn't leave you", I firmly stated.

"And for our relationship's sake I ask you to not read them", he squeezed my hand and waited until I promised I wouldn't. "Let me worry about her."

"But you ..."

"I know I still worry about Basti and my father, but it's alright. She's my ex and not yours." Michael assured me. "I found some closure after I reread the letters, knowing you were there for me."

"When did you read them?", I asked. We had visited his grave, mourned silently and had quickly left again, but other than that, we hadn't mentioned Basti once.