Falling for Sakura: A Secret Proposal Part 1 (Sakura and the Princeton Brothers Book 3)

by Alexia Praks

  When he came up again, he noted Sebastian was watching him.

  “Beth told me Ned is in L.A. at the moment,” was his greeting.

  “Bloody hell,” Sebastian replied.

  “Still want to race?” Darcy asked.

  Sebastian’s answer was him slipping back into the water. The brothers had a good race, and by the time they finished, both were puffing with exertion. Of course, Sebastian won, by a mere half second. It was then Nicolas and Sosuke walked in, and the men did their laps across the pool. The four did another race. This time, Darcy won, followed by Sebastian in second place, Nicolas in third, and Sosuke last.

  By quarter to seven, they left the pool, as more people were coming for their morning swim.

  Back at the penthouse, Beth was just finishing preparing the brothers’ breakfast. After their showers and dressing in their expensive, powerful suits, Nicolas, Sebastian, and Darcy joined their other brothers.

  “It’s a lovely spring morning, boys,” Beth said. Breakfast outside, how about that?”

  “Perfect, Beth,” Sebastian said, heading out the door with his brothers.

  Tristan, Logan, Hayden, and Conrad were already there, enjoying their breakfast of bacon and eggs, hot toast, fresh fruits, and cereal.

  “Reminds me of St. Joseph Island,” Conrad said.

  “Yeah,” Tristan agreed. “I miss home.” Of course, not that New York City wasn’t home, but St. Joseph Island to them was home, a place where all the goods and the bads happened.

  The brothers enjoyed their meal in quietness when the smell of beautiful ground coffee reached them. Conrad was the first to react. He frowned and then rushed off his seat to hang his head over the balcony.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Hayden shouted at his brother.

  “For Christ’s sake!” Tristan muttered loudly. “Get your head back in before you fall, Conrad.”

  Conrad turned back to his brothers. “Can’t you smell it?”

  “What the hell is he on about now?” Logan asked. “First, it’s Toby and now it’s a smell?”

  “The coffee!” Conrad shouted. “It smells like Sakura’s.

  The brothers just shook their heads, and Tristan stood. He stalked over to Conrad, pulled the brother by the shoulder, and hauled him back. He was about to scold him when the scent caressed his nostrils and he blinked.

  “Shit! That smells delicious,” he said.

  Conrad glared at him. “See?”

  At this point, Logan was there as well and sniffed the air. “Wow! That smells a lot like Sakura’s coffee.”

  “Maybe a new café has just opened across the street,” Tristan suggested logically. “Yeah, should check it out.”

  “Are you telling me my coffee isn’t drinkable?” Beth demanded at the door, hands on hips.

  Tristan managed to look guilty. “No, of course not, Beth.” He rushed back to his seat and took a sip of Beth’s bland coffee. He managed not to pull a face and even did a mmm sound.

  Beth looked heavenward and came over with a plate of extra bacons and eggs. The brothers continued their breakfast, and by seven thirty, they were done and on the elevator. On the second floor, the door dinged and Sosuke joined them.

  “Ohayo, everyone,” he greeted with a bright smile.

  Tristan was suspicious. “You look awfully chummy this morning, Sosuke-kun,” he said.

  Sosuke laughed. “I had a very good day yesterday and a lovely morning today.”

  Logan cocked his head to one side and teased. “Did you finally find yourself a girlfriend?”

  Nicolas sighed. “Leave Sosuke alone, won’t you?”

  Sosuke laughed again. “It’s all right, Nicolas-kun, I might have found myself one.”

  At this, the brothers all looked at him in surprise. This was of course joined by a loud cheer from Tristan, Logan, and Hayden.

  “Is she hot?” Tristan asked.

  “She’s pretty,” Sosuke said. “And she’s living with us.”

  “Wow!” Logan laughed. “That fast?”

  Conrad sniffed and said, “You smell of coffee.”

  At this, the brothers leaned closer. They all suddenly realized Sosuke did smell like coffee. Not just any coffee, but their Sakura’s coffee.

  “Did this girlfriend of yours make you coffee this morning?” Sebastian asked with interest.

  Sosuke nodded. “Well, she’s not my girlfriend yet. But I plan to—” He stopped himself short, suddenly wondering, if the brothers knew the woman he was referring to was Sakura, their adoptive sister, would they be okay with him dating her? Suddenly, he had doubts. He sensed these brothers were very protective of her, as he was with Akira. It was then Sosuke didn’t want to share Sakura with them. Yes, he was greedy in that regard he’d admit.

  “Did she happen to be swimming this morning?” Darcy asked out of the blue.

  Sebastian frowned. “I think I saw her this morning at the pool.”

  Sosuke panicked. Shit! Had they seen Sakura, then?

  “No, I don’t think so,” he said truthfully, since he didn’t know whether she’d gone for a swim or not. He hadn’t seen anyone awake when he was up, and once he’d returned from the swim, Sakura had been in the kitchen with the housekeeper, helping the woman prepare breakfast. And then, of course, that beautiful coffee.

  Once again, he smiled and thought he couldn’t wait to return home for dinner and that wonderful coffee.

  The door dinged open and the brothers and Sosuke stepped out. The brothers headed to the garage out back and into their respective cars, heading to their respective destinations. Nicolas and Conrad to the Princeton Hotel, Hayden and Darcy to their gaming company, HD Game Cooperation, Tristan and Logan to their office in Manhattan, and Sebastian to do a deal in Queens.

  * * * * *

  CHAPTER 19

  Entrapment

  For the next few weeks, Sakura worked hard to learn Haruka’s business inside and out so she could be of more help to the woman. Haruka herself made sure Sakura was being taught everything there was to know about the billion-dollar company, since Sakura would be the one who’d inherit the empire. Of course, that was if Sakura wanted it after they’d confirmed their relationship with DNA testing. As of now, Haruka was just enjoying her time with her biological daughter, both during work at the office and leisure at the apartment.

  Sakura herself found she enjoyed learning from and working with Haruka. The woman was like a mentor to her, and Sakura learned many aspects of the business world she hadn’t known before. When she wasn’t busy with the multibillion-dollar empire, she learned Japanese cuisine with the housekeeper, helping the woman preparing meals for the family. Then at night, she’d catch up on her own business, updating the Tanaka Gallery websites with new photos she’d taken from previous weeks and doing promotion to get more people interested in her work.

  Because she couldn’t paint in the apartment, she’d rushed over to the gallery to catch up doing that too, after she’d finished her work with Haruka and had meals with the family. Of course Sosuke, Akira, and Toby usually accompanied her. The first time Akira had seen the place, she fell in love with it and offered to play sales assistant for Sakura during the day, which Sakura was very grateful for and took the offer without hesitation.

  So it happened that Ned had to stay in L.A. for another couple weeks, and Sakura couldn’t close the gallery any longer because she needed money for the bills. Furthermore, Melissa had decided to quit, which put more pressure on Sakura. Luckily, Megan, her previous sales assistant, returned to the city, and Sakura got in contact with the lovely, jolly woman right away. And of course, Akira helped out and worked with Megan until Sakura could find another assistant.

  Over all of this, Sakura started getting tired and exhausted very easily. She knew her health wasn’t great currently because of her hectic lifestyle. She wanted to cut back on the long hours, missing meals, and short sleeping time but couldn’t find a way to do that. Then, of course, she noticed the rent for the
gallery and loft was getting ridiculous, too. It had jumped up quite a lot since she’d started out last year. So much so that she decided to get in contact with her landlord herself instead of leaving it to Ned to deal with the unpleasant business.

  Once her email was sent, she got an instant reply. She was very surprised that her landlord was so on it, and even more so when he agreed he would lower the rent for her. She thanked him profusely, and it wasn’t long before Sakura realized the man, who never revealed his name at the end of the email, started emailing her at least twice a day to ask how everything was.

  Usually, Sakura didn’t reply to emails unless they were related to business or the person she was replying to was her friend, but for this one, she broke her own rule. She replied and found she enjoyed writing casual and sometimes hilarious emails to him. Eventually, they got into chatting online and did so quite often until very late, or rather early in the morning. He told her he was actually a fan of her work and had many of her paintings and photos in his house. She was very pleased and told him she’d send him some of her very recent ones that she wouldn’t be putting up for sale.

  Now it was a Saturday. Two weeks had passed since she moved in with the Suzuki family. To be honest, Sakura was very tired and exhausted today, more so than usual. She blamed that landlord of hers, of course, the mysterious man who had finally decided to let her call him Seb. Just Seb.

  At first, she’d thought he was some middle-aged billionaire who wanted to hook up with her, but after chatting with him, he revealed to be something else. She assumed him to be quite young, since he loved to swim and had told her he’d won many national championships during his teens, which had only been about ten years ago. So she calculated he was around twenty-six or twenty-seven. He told her he loved coffee made by his sister and that she was his world.

  Unfortunately, he and his sister had a kind of misunderstanding and were currently not on speaking terms. Sakura thought it was so sad and decided to help him out by suggesting to him what he should do. By the time she finished that discussion, it was three in the morning.

  Sakura: I have to go to bed. It’s getting late.

  Seb: What’s the rush? It’s Saturday.

  Sakura: LOL! Don’t be mean. I have work to do.

  Seb: Oh?

  Sakura: LOL! Don’t you oh me, mister.

  Seb: Why not?

  Sakura: ‘Cause!

  Seb: Because?

  Sakura: I can’t tell you.

  Seb: Why not?

  Sakura: Good night, Seb.

  Seb: …

  Sakura: Seb?

  Seb: …

  Sakura: Seb? Good night, and I mean it.

  Seb: I want to kiss you.

  The moment that last sentence came out, Sakura felt her whole body shake with emotion. Why did Seb want to kiss her? They hadn’t even met in person yet. And why this man always reminded her so much of Sebastian Princeton was beyond her.

  Determined to dismiss those words from her mind, Sakura tried to concentrate on Toby and Akira instead.

  “Are you sure you’re going to be all right looking after Toby for me?” Sakura asked, her eyes on the other woman.

  The Japanese beauty waved her hands. “Of course I’ll be all right.” She turned to the doting pup. “Although, I must admit Toby doesn’t look very active today.”

  Sakura turned her attention to the dog in her arms. She gently stroked the canine, wondering what was wrong with him. Once again, she told herself she had to remember to take him to see the vet. It would have to be another Saturday though, since today was impossible. She had an appointment with Mr. Tachibana for the photoshoot fitting, and by the time she returned, she was sure it’d be too late.

  She handed Toby over to Akira. “I’ll take him to see the vet when we come back from Hawaii. I need to make sure he’s all right.”

  “You know what?” Akira began. “You go with Oba-chan to see Tachibana-sensei, and I will take Toby to see the vet. How about that? Since waiting until we return from Hawaii is far too long.”

  Sakura widened her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” Akira nodded. “Now, don’t you worry about this little cutie.” She laughed, stroking the dog fondly.

  “Thanks,” Sakura said, laughing. “You’re awesome, Akira-chan.”

  Half an hour later, Sakura found herself in Mr. Tachibana’s office with Haruka, Ms. Ruka, and Jane. They were devising what clothing items should go with which jewelry for the photoshoot that was coming this Thursday.

  Jane was helping her with evening wear gown of gold and black silk when Sakura asked, “So did Luke tell the brothers?”

  Jane looked behind before answering. “I’m afraid so, Sakura.”

  A lump formed in her throat. “Well, I guess it won’t be too long before they go to the gallery.”

  “Sakura,” Jane said, zipping up the gown. “They already went.”

  “What?” Sakura spun around so fast she got a little dizzy in the process. “They what?”

  Jane took a deep breath as she eyed her friend. She was concerned, as Sakura looked like she was about to drop. There were dark circles under her eyes and her skin looked awfully pale. She wondered if Sakura had been working too hard.

  “I’m so sorry, Sakura. But Luke, that stupid brother of mine, he told the brothers where the gallery is. He told me they’ve went there two weeks ago.”

  Sakura did a quick calculation within her head and groaned. That must have been the same day she and Jane had been to see both Haruka and Mr. Tachibana. The day she returned home and—

  “No wonder I smelled colognes,” she said softly, remembering what Ned had said. Boys! There had been boys visiting the gallery.

  “Colognes?” Jane asked curiously. “What does colognes have to do with the brothers?”

  Sakura sighed. “Nothing, Jane.”

  As she came out of the dressing room, Ned’s statement about how a woman could smell her soulmate even when he wasn’t in the room echoed within her head.

  For two hours, Sakura tried on different outfits for Mr. Tachibana, Haruka, and Ms. Ruka to inspect. She was just changing the last one when her phone rang. Clutching the material of the gown against her breasts so it wouldn’t fall off her person, she reached out for her bag.

  With the cell phone in one hand, she put it to her ear. “Hello?”

  “Sakura? It’s me, Akira.”

  Sakura blinked and her heart skipped a beat. The panicky voice she heard made her worry. Instantly, her mind rushed to Toby. Her friend did promise to take Toby to the vet today, and she wondered if they had found something wrong with the dog. She hoped it was nothing serious, but Akira’s voice on the other side of the line made her wonder if—

  “Sakura, I’ve lost Toby!”

  Sakura found her throat dry when she said, “What?”

  “Let me explain. I took the dog to the vet, right? And things happened. Mainly with that arrogant dragon Nicolas. He accused me of stealing your dog, Sakura. The gall of him. And anyway, now I’ve lost the dog. I can’t find him anywhere in the apartment.”

  Sakura frowned over this. Who was this dragon Nicolas Akira was talking about? The guy up at the penthouse? But she didn’t dwell on that particular person and what he had to do with Akira. She was more worried about Toby.

  “Have you tried the third floor?” she asked as she now shuffled the gown down her person and grabbed for her bra. “He was there the last time he went missing.”

  “No, I haven’t. I’ll go and do that now.”

  “You do that,” Sakura said. “I’m on my way.”

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  “Bye,” Sakura said. She rested the phone in her bag and quickly grabbed her clothing.

  She got dressed in a minute flat and then rushed out of the dressing room. She came across Haruka and begged an apology. “Toby is missing. I’ll come back the moment I find him and am sure he’s okay.”

  Haruka nodded and ushered her out the door.


  * * * * *

  Conrad thought he was going nuts. For two weeks now, he kept hearing Toby barking. Tristan had told him it was his hallucination, mistaking other dogs’ barks for Toby’s. This only spurred Conrad ever more to want to go to the gallery to see Sakura. Of course, that bloody Ned had decided to avoid them by staying in Los Angeles, so nothing was done about making Sakura come around and let them back into her life.

  When he’d suggested they just up and go to see her anyway, Logan had said, “You’ll frighten her with your unpleasant appearance, Conrad. We’ve agreed with Ned not to bother her until he makes her come around.”

  Of course, he knew both Sebastian and Darcy had been doing their rounds through Soho, just to get a peek at the gallery, hoping to see Sakura. It was odd lately that Sebastian seemed so chummy about something. He was grinning to himself all the time, which annoyed both Conrad and Darcy equally. When Darcy had asked the brother if he had a secret to share, Sebastian just said, “Just thinking of my conversation with a friend.”

  “Bloody hell,” Conrad muttered under his breath, storming into the living area where everyone was getting ready for lunch.

  Beth looked up. “What’s bothering you, Master Conrad?”

  “Toby. Is it really just me? Didn’t you guys hear the bark?”

  Tristan laughed. “Your imagination again.”

  “We heard the barks, Conrad. Dog barks along the streets,” Hayden said, turning the page of the newspaper in his hands. “It’s not unusual.”

  “Are you sure you’re all right, bro?” Logan put in, looking at Conrad over his bland coffee. “Need to see a doctor or something?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Conrad snapped. He took a seat beside Tristan and changed the subject. “Where’s Nicolas and Sebastian?”

  “Nicolas is at the hotel doing some stuff. He’s elbow deep in paperwork, apparently. Sebastian is doing a deal with some new business partner in Brooklyn.”

  “Darcy?”