It’s like I’m drawn to him, and I can’t stop it from happening.
As I get in a comfortable spot, Sebastian does the same. We both lay on our backs for a few moments, before my nerves get the best of me. Turning over onto my side, I place a hand under my head, so I can look at him.
To my surprise, he does the same, and then he reaches over. I sigh deeply, as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. It’s these small and tender touches that throw me for a loop. Is he doing this because he’s a caring Dom, or does he feel something more?
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I decide I’ll think about them later. Right now, I just want to bask in this moment with him, hoping it doesn’t end any time soon. Just as I start to ask him what he’s doing here, he beats me to it. “Sleep, Trix.”
I ignore him though, begging him with my gaze to touch me. He doesn’t though, and I sigh loudly, trying to gain his attention without asking for what I want from him. A smirk forms on his lips, and I know he knows what I want. I’m making this way to clear, so he would have to be dumb not to pick up on my hints.
“Viktor asked me not to fuck you on his couch,” he states boldly, and I instantly let out a laugh. That’s what all the secret conversation in Russian was about, and why Ava suddenly got the giggles.
I probably should push him for more, at least ask him to explain why he’s here next to me, but I don’t. Instead, he moves on his back, and then reaches for me. With my heart doing flips in my chest, I scoot closer, snuggling in against his side. Laying my head on his chest, I sigh deeply, as I take in his scent and warmth. It’s not long, until I’m completely and fully relaxed, and even more so, as he begins to run a hand through my hair.
“Sleep, milyy pitomets. I’ll be here, when you wake.”
Closing my eyes, I take in comfort, knowing he’ll be by my side. It’s all the reassurance I need to let myself fall into a deep sleep, letting myself live in the wild dreams of him and I together.
Sitting on the couch at Sebastian’s apartment, he finally decides on what movie we’re going to watch tonight. I honestly don’t care what he picks, because I already know where my attention is going to be.
Watching him, as he figures out how to work the DVD player, I let out a laugh, seeing him struggle. “Do you need some help?”
He turns back to me, smirking, as he says, “I think I can manage. Next time, I’ll just order it off iTunes or something else less complicated.”
Poor guy.
Apparently, he’s never used the DVD player he bought a while back, so he’s just now figuring out how to use the thing. As he finally gets the movie playing, he walks back towards me, and then takes a seat beside me. I instantly move closer, as he beckons me to, and I fight against the rush of butterflies in my belly.
I still haven’t worked up the courage to ask him what’s really going on between us. I’m scared of what his answer will be for one, and I’m also worried he’s not aware of what he’s doing. Last night, at Ava’s house, could’ve just been his way of making sure I was alright. But then again, why did he ask me to come over just to hangout tonight? He’s confusing me with his actions, and honestly, he’s acting like we’re a couple.
And then, there is the fact that my mother keeps calling to ask me, if I’m attending the fundraiser gala. The event is hosted every year by my father and his company, and each year, they give the funds raised to a charity. It’s a great event, especially if you’re looking to donate and drink.
But this year, my mother is hounding me about bringing a date.
Her words of displeasure roll around in my head, making me feel insecure about being single for so long. It’s no secret my mother disapproves of me and my lifestyle. She’d rather have me around just so she can show me off, and then try to convince all her rich friends her life is perfect. I really wish I didn’t have to go, but my father always reaches out to ask me to attend.
I do it only for him, not for my bitch of a mother.
Letting out a sigh, I feel Sebastian’s gaze on me. The movie plays, but I still have no idea what he chose. Plus, I’m not focused on the TV, either. There are just so many thoughts running rapid in my head, and it’s hard to just let them go. Apparently, I’ve developed a serious case of overthinking everything.
“What’s on your mind, milyy pitomets?”
Snapping out of my crazy thoughts, I shake my head, as I say, “It’s nothing.”
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s moved me, so that I’m lying on my back, while he’s hovering on top of me. The sudden change in him sends my desire spiking, and I lick my lips, noticing how close he is. “Tell me,” he commands, and he knows I have no choice but to answer.
I could defy him, but I don’t want to. Even something so simple, as answering him, when he demands it, is enough to send that delicious rush through me, knowing that it’ll please him. “Are you free next Saturday?” He frowns, as if he’s really thinking about it. I give him a moment to think it over, before I ask, “Would you go to a charity gala with me?” His intense gaze holds mine for a second, before I rush out, “My father and his company hosts
