Stepping back to let him inside my apartment, I ask, “Could you help me?” Turning around, I state, “This zipper is stuck or something.”
Pulling my curled hair over my shoulder and out of his way, I turn my head towards him, as he walks up behind me. My breath hitches, seeing how attractive he is in the suit. I’ve seen him dressed up plenty of times, but the tux is something he should wear all the time.
Once he reaches me, one hand is placed on my shoulder, while the other slowly zips the dress. Once he’s finished, his hand lingers for a moment on my back, before glancing at me. The moment between us intensifies the longer we hold gazes, and I swallow hard, as his eyes drop down to my lips. When he glances back to my eyes, I want nothing more than for him to lean down a bit closer and kiss me.
However, he never makes a move to do so.
I’m not sure what’s holding him back, but I decide to take the first step forward. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper, hoping my admission doesn’t send him running.
To my utter shock and surprise, his eyes soften, as he caresses my face tenderly, and then says, “Me too.” I’m not sure, if he meant to say it or not, but knowing he’s missed me, sends my heart into overdrive. As I lick my lips, he lets out a deep breath, as if he’s trying to keep himself in check.
I, on the other hand, can’t stand it any longer. “Please, kiss me, sir.” I plead, begging him with my gaze.
Before I can take in my next breath, he turns me around, so that I’m facing him, as his mouth crashes into mine. His tongue dives deep inside my mouth, and I moan loudly, loving every bit of his dominance. As one of his hands moves to the back of my neck, angling me how he wants, the other rests on my hip.
Placing my hands on top of his, he kisses me, like a man possessed. He controls every single piece of me, leaving nothing but desire and want behind. He completely consumes me, and I’ve never felt more alive.
All from one kiss.
When he pulls away, it takes me a moment to open my eyes and get my bearings. But the moment I do, my pussy clenches with a need for him so strong that I have to tighten my thighs together.
“We should go, or we’ll be late,” he claims, dropping his hands, even though it’s clear he wants me, too. It’s impossible not to notice his cock, hardening in his pants.
Nodding, I drop my gaze, hoping my disappointment isn’t showing. Keeping my eyes away from him completely, as I grab my small handbag, I walk towards the door. As he does the same, I still refuse to meet those green eyes. If I do, I’m afraid every single emotion I’m feeling will come out.
I know he’s not ready to hear any of it.
Shutting the door behind us, he takes my hand, and as I look at our joined hands, I wonder how much longer I can go on like this. How long am I going to ignore and push down what I feel for him, because I’m scared of his reaction, and not to mention, will he reject me? How much longer can I really keep doing this?
Sadly, my answer is what worries me the most.
I don’t know …
Arriving at the hotel for the gala, Sebastian and I quickly find ourselves among a crowded room, full of the city’s most influential citizens. I could care less about the rich assholes here, but I’m trying my best to keep this fake smile on my face, as I watch my mother and father walk around the room, pretending to be the perfect hosts.
Don’t get me wrong, my father is a good man, but my mother … she’s someone that will do anything, and I mean anything, to keep up the fake persona. I’ve always been closer to Dad, and a part of me wonders, if my mother hated that. Either way, I’m trying my hardest not to say fuck it and leave. I’m here for Dad, so I have to at least try to have a good time.
Taking two glasses of champagne from the waiter, as he walks by, I take a sip, making sure to give it to Sebastian. If I don’t drink from his glass first, he’ll simply hold it all night, refusing to take even a sip. Plus, it’s become another one our unspoken requests that I do. Feeling his gaze on me, as I drink from my glass, I don’t dare look at him. If I do, I fear my bravado will falter, and he’ll see right through me.
And of course, that’s the very moment my mother spots us.
“Oh, hell,” I mutter, turning towards Sebastian. Taking his glass away, he frowns, as I down the entire glass in one gulp. Doing the same to my own glass, I quickly place the empty glasses on another waiter’s tray, as he walks past us, before I claim, “Whatever she says, just ignore her. That’s what I do.”
His confusion is written all over his face just as Mommy Dearest approaches us. “Beatrice, darling. It’s nice to see you with a date. Although, I am surprised. I just knew you wouldn’t do as I asked, yet again.”
Pushing out a breath, I clench my jaw, before saying, “Nice to see you too, Mother.” It’s hard to keep my tone of voice even, and I hope she doesn’t catch onto the bitterness laced in my words.
Thankfully, Sebastian must sense how agitated I am, since he takes that very moment to wrap his arm around me. Of course, Mother notices. I’m not sure anything can get past her. “And you
