"Now is the time for the best man speech!" Dalton announced confidently strolling on the stage.
He winked in Scarlett's direction, who in return just rolled her eyes. He had been trying to get with the model maid of honour the whole evening but she knew what he said to her best friend and she was disgusted by him.
I had a pounding headache when I woke up and it wasn't subsiding no matter how many painkillers I took.I took off all of my clothes and noticed the bruise on my arm. I frowned and then remembered how Sebastian gripped my arm last night. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I know what happened between us was my fault but that does not excuse his behavior.
I was sitting in the same position in which Violet left me, thinking... Processing...Someone sat beside me on the couch and took a deep breath. I turned my head and saw my devil-incarnate husband.
His speech went smoothly as always people loved him and cheered for him. I stood behind him for the whole speech with a fake smile plastered on my face that my cheeks began to hurt.He made his way over to me and pecked my cheek. We waved to people as he walked me down the stage. The second we were out of the public eye he took off his hand from my back as if I have burned him.
"Hannah," he murmured.I pulled myself out of his hold. Our eyes met and I looked away immediately. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but his sweatpants, his hair wet freshly from the shower.
•Go out with me, Anna•She was waiting for Eric after school. He was on the football field where other players were practicing after school. He finally got a spot on the team as the water boy. Hannah tried to tell him that the football players were making fun of him but he didn't listen to her and dismissed her saying that she doesn't know anything.
It was my birthday and no one remembers it, obviously. I half wished that Sebastian would wish me. Before he used to go all out for my birthdays but now I don't think he even remembers anything about me or us.But it was okay. It was a long time ago. I don't blame him. I just want out.
We were going out for dinner hosted by both of our parents. I was scared to meet his parents like this. I could still see the swelling and bruise on my head. My hand also had a big blackish bruise. I was healing but they will notice it in an instant. I decided to wear my bodycon spaghetti strap black lace dress, it was one of my designs, and paired it with my four-inches black Louboutins and a black clutch. I wore red lipstick and loosely curled my hair letting it fall freely on my back reaching my waist. I know it's too much for a formal family dinner but I wanted to dress up for myself because lately, I have been feeling like shit. I wanted to feel confident in myself again. Believe it or not, as a fashion designer clothes are my stress relievers. I looked at myself in the mirror, I have lost some weight maybe it's because I wasn't eating enough. I turned around and checked out my butt from over my shoulder. "Fucking
We reached home and he helped me into the house. He made me sit on the living room couch. He lowered himself along with me, placing his one knee on the couch. He kept looking at me, as he was only a few inches away. I meekly looked up at him, he looked so handsome up close. He looked so young, he looked like the seventeen-year-old charming and loving Sebastian. He made sure that I was comfortable. He leaned in and I flinched back a little. I stared at him wide-eyed. What was he trying to do? Was he getting closer to me because of what our parents said? Did he want to have a child? This doesn't work like that! "What are you doing?" I asked lowly, my voice almost above a whisper. He stared at me with an unknown expression on his face like he was trying to read me, to understand me. He leaned in closer, his lips slightly touched my forehead. I closed my eyes in uncertainty. "I'm s----" "Sebastian!" Karen yelled cutting him off mid-sen