“I miss you Sebastian,” I whisper.
I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It was just a lone thought in my head, but his hold on me tightens for a moment and I know he heard me. He kisses my hair, breathing in my scent and then he gently releases me.
“Let’s get you a cab,” he says.
It’s not exactly the reply I was looking for, but it was a risk saying it at all and his tone is gentle. It’s not like he’s telling me to fuck off or anything. The disappointment inside of me that he didn’t to admit to the same thing is crushing though, and honestly? He might as well have.
“I can get my own cab,” I say, a little more snappy than I would have liked to have sounded.
Sebastian just smiles and shakes his head.
“Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should,” he says.
I don’t want to end up arguing with him. Not after what’s just happened between us so I force myself to smile and I nod my head. We slip out of the alley, hopefully unnoticed and I resist the urge to make sure my dress is down. I know it is, and if anyone does spot us coming out of the alley, maybe they’ll think we took a short cut or something. If I start pulling at my clothes, I might as well just announce to the world I’ve been fucked in an alley.
Sebastian steps to the curb and puts his hand out when a cab comes into sight. It pulls up to the curb and he opens the back door.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Any time,” he winks.
I don’t think he’s talking about the cab. I’m not and hope he isn’t either. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and get into the cab. I tell the driver where I’m going and I watch in through the back window as Sebastian gets smaller as we drive away. It takes everything I have not to tell the cab driver to turn around.
Chapter Eleven
Sebastian
Fuck. What the hell have I done? I hate Kimberley and yet I’ve just fucked her. And the worst thing about it all was that it was good. She was good. It felt right, like I’ve just been waiting for her to come back into my life so I could claim her as my own once more. But I can’t let that happen. I can’t let myself feel the feelings that are swirling around inside of me. I have to focus on the pain she caused, the hatred of her that I have held onto for so long. But God was she good.
I run my hands over my face as her cab pulls out of sight. I pull my hands away quickly. I can still smell her pussy on my fingers. It’s not just my fingers. Her scent lingers over my whole body like she has marked me as part of her territory. Well not this time. This time, I’m going to be the one calling the shots. And that is not going to happen again.
We’re adults now with separate lives and I know Kimberley knows as well as I do that what just happened is a one off thing.
I put my hand out again when another cab appears. I get in and open my mouth to give the driver my address, but instead, I hear myself giving him Matt’s address. I don’t correct myself.
I pay the cab driver and enter Matt’s building. I go to his apartment with no idea of why I’m going there or what I’m hoping to achieve by dropping in on him at this time. I reach out and open his door anyway.
Matt is sitting on the couch, but he’s not alone. Callie is straddling him, kissing him. His hands roam up and down her back. She hears me entering and she jumps off Matt.
Shit. Bad timing.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I turn to leave but Matt stops me.
“Seb wait. What’s up?” he says.
I turn back slowly.
“Who said anything was up?”
Matt raises an eyebrow.
“You burst in here at the worst times and normally you’re only too quick to tease me and outstay your welcome. But you apologised and went to leave. Something is wrong. Tell me what it is.”
I sigh loudly and move closer to Matt and Callie. I flop down on the couch opposite them.
“I had sex with Kimberley,” I say.
“Really? That’s what you came to tell us? Bravo Sebastian, you got laid,” Callie says. “So what’s new?”
“Oh you didn’t,” Matt says.
I nod.
“Can someone please tell me why this news,” Callie says.
“Remember when I told you Sebastian is the way he is because he got his heart broken?” Matt says.
I sit up straight and frown.
“I didn’t get my heart broken, and what exactly do you mean by the way he is?” I say.
Matt laughs and ignores me.
“Kimberley is the girl who broke his heart,” he finishes.
Callie looks at me in surprise.
“She didn’t break my heart. I’m the way I am because of my natural charm,” I insist.
One look at her face tells me she isn’t buying it one bit.
“Ok, fine. She broke my heart. But I was just a kid then,” I say.
Callie smiles at me sympathetically.
“Getting your heart broken is the worst feeling in the world isn’t it?” she says.
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