Sebastian.Elena Blythe reminded me of a fox. Sly and cunning, creating issues whenever she made poor decisions. An inspiration to the idling masses.In tonight's episode, something happened between herself and Ryan, and she drank herself to stupor because of it.Ever since what happened with Jason, after I had broken the news of our impending honeymoon, she had guzzled down champagne, slurring her words to the kids as she picked up a few things that were essential.The kids didn't mind her. Charlotte engaged in her own activities, far from a brooding Jaden who wanted nothing to do with me either.That I managed to shuttle Elena into my private jet while giving instructions to two children without losing a limb was nothing short of a miracle.We were Paris bound, and the excitement level sat somewhat between getting chalk as a birthday gift and a funeral."I think I'm going to throw up." Elena announced, clutching her stomach.Her face was extraordinary green for someone who wasn't br
Elena.I didn't have many expectations for my Paris bound honeymoon. Especially after the stunt I pulled when I was drunk and on Sebastian's thighs.And still, I felt like I had a lot to do.After we landed in Paris, the most romantic city in the world, Sebastian, the kids, and I checked in to the extravagant family suite at Ritz Paris.What I should have done first was get rid of the sweatshirt I 'borrowed' and get myself to the kids. Explain everything to a very disappointed and mad Jaden. He hated me now.I knew it.Instead, I twirled my suitcase by its handle, admiring the way everything just seemed peaceful. "Do you want to do brunch, then we hit the tourist spots?"Already, Sebastian stripped off his tux jacket and was laying another crisp suit on the bed. "I have plans with Charles and Kevin in this city, but feel free to move around. Paris is filled with celebrities. No one bats an eye around here."He was leaving the kids and I to fend for ourselves. In a place where we pract
Elena.I was also a horrible parent for going along with Sebastian's next plan.He had a babysitter hired, one of the best in Paris, and the kids would be protected twenty-four seven, apparently."We have to go for dinner. I have a reservation at the Eye of Paris."No, please. Twenty minutes later, an off the shoulder sky blue gown with round sleeves hugged my curves.Courtesy of my little shopping trip."You look beautiful." Sebastian said as we crossed the lobby to get to the elevator that would take us to the garage."Thank you."He opened the door for me like a true gentleman, and I slid in. I was unsure how many eyes were on us since I didn't have the particular skill to know when I was being followed."Do you have any special requests tonight?"I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why that question."Anything like jewelery or a special trip up the Eiffel Tower or something funky and romantic."If my whole body could eye roll, it would. A man wanting to be romantic did not need
Elena.There were different kinds of foreplay. Slow and sensual. Rough and hot. I had a feeling I would get all with Sebastian.He dropped to his knees in front of me, hiking up my skirt even further, and tucked it into the waistband of my panties. He dragged his hot tongue up my slit."Ohh."Sebastian's teeth grazed my pussy. "You better watch your mouth better, sweet girl. I could use this as my own sort of punishment every single day."He thrusted his tongue between my lips, striking my nerves. It felt like he was playing with me down there, playing with his meal before he finally took it. Lapping onto my wetness in a sensual rhythm.My knees turned to water, my core was on fire, and my nipples were harder than rock. Goosebumps spread around them.Oh Lord.Sebastian was better than anyone I had ever had before. He proved it once, and here he was proving it again.He removed his tongue from inside my clit, sucking on my clit now. "No more questions, and we can continue like this fo
Elena.There were at least a dozen different kinds of sex.Sebastian had unlocked a deeper, darker side of me. A part that wouldn't even my imagination had never been able to conjure.And now, I had no way to put it back.It was terrifying, yet liberating. The greatest kind of high I would ever have.Greater than when I pursued my dreams by dropping out of school, greater than bungee jumping, greater than the rush I felt when I finally stood up to my father and Evangeline. And greater than all the times I had ever been with James.The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting shadows across the silk sheets and on Sebastian's face. The weight of his arm around me reminded me of everything we did last night.A release. I couldn't stop myself from stretching my hand forward and removing the tendrils of hair from his face, tracing the lines and his stubble."Earth to Elena." Sebastian snapped his finger in front of my face. "You there? Or you just love touching my face while star
Elena.The textbook version of stupidity was believing something can suddenly change without doing any work.I fidgeted with the helm of my shirt, a nervous habit I developed recently.My version of stupidity was thinking I would be able to talk to Jaden and Charlotte about the little situation with Jaden's dad without the said dad.I blamed my hormones and the raging lunatic Ryan. If he wasn't so involved in creating even more traumas for me, then I never would have cared about doing anything with Sebastain.Literally.Sebastian and I weren't the ideal couples. I had a huge trauma I wanted to keep buried, while Sebastian kept his whole trauma open yet closed if I asked. He made great, uncomfortable sex an option, and now that I got it, I would never be able to let it go.My body was literally screaming at me to make up for all the orgasms I lost during my years of celibacy, and even when I was with James.I tried to ignore the persistent buzz beneath my skin as Jaden stared at me whi
Elena."They'll be back soon." I glanced around my stepmother's office, my anxiety a tight knot in my chest. "We should leave."We already had what we came here for. Four hundred thousand dollars in cash, which Evangeline had kept in her secret safe. It was more than enough to start a new life and a family with.Cracking Evangeline's safe wasn't rocket science. She used the date she got married to her one true love, my father.Even thinking about it made me want to let go of my lunch all over the floor.That was if I wasn't carried out of the mansion in cuffs first. "Hold on. I almost... got it." James grunted as he pried open the custom-made lock of a small metal box attached to the safe's exterior. It served as a second layer of security for Evangeline's most prized possession: an antique family heirloom, a diamond ring worth millions of dollars I was sure she planned to give to Elliot once he was ready to get married.I already regretted telling James about the ring. I should hav
Elena.He came at the exact time Ari had given to him. Ten fifteen on the dot on a Tuesday morning at a coffee shop close to the Eiffel Tower."Elena."He was here. In Paris. Standing a few feet away from me and looking unexceptionally calm."We were supposed to talk on the day of the wedding. You refused to talk." He stuffed his hand into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. His pants were more faded than he typically liked, but that was the only thing different. He had on a well ironed shirt and had styled his hair in his usual pattern.He was the same Elliot. Handsome, charming, manipulative, and once held a caring streak for me.Some people were capable of change, but Elliot wasn't one of them. He was as set in his ways as concrete.If he had agreed to this meeting, then he wanted something.I just hoped it would be something I could give."Elena Blythe. I never thought I would see the day where you would agree to meet me again." His chuckle set off dozen alarm bells in my