Her gasp made heat zap to his groins.
Once upon a moment, hadn't he told Deborah that she has the decision to be with him as Sebastian or not?
That she could decide to just be his partner in crime? Hadn't he shrugged and said that he just needed her to be there, by his side?
Why then was he trying to make it be fixed, this decision?
But again, he thought, that the choice was given to her to make. Never did he say he was not going to try to make her want him.
He dipped the finger deeper into her chest as if trying to separate the mounds of flesh packed in there and held firmly by what he greatly suspected to be a ballet.
She loved to use them and he had noticed.
He made the finger move from one boob to the other.
"Aren't you just a pervert, a flirt, and a thief altogether?" Debby said, closing her eyes, her long lashes
Debby called Sophia.The very moment she stepped outside the hospital, after leaving Sebastian aroused and hard in the bunk room. For once, she felt powerful, and like with all forms of power, this one was consuming as well.She didn't want to let go. She reveled in the desire that she had for Sebastian, who was always in control of her.Now that she had a taste of what it felt to be like to be on top of the game, being in control, and making the moves, Debby wasn't willing to let it go.So, with a smile, she exited their little place of temporal intimacy and apology and made her way downstairs, amidst curious-filled eyes that followed her as she advanced towards the door.She ignored them. That was the best she could do. For now, at least. She hadn't gotten the hang of it but she was going to live life according to her terms now. With so little time to live, especially liv
Sophia was not exactly bothered by Debby's news. However, she was greatly surprised. How possible was it that the man popped out from nowhere to ask her out to a dinner event?"Is there something you're not telling me, Debby?" She inquired.Her friend remained calm. "Uhm, apart from the fact that it's going to be a temporary one, nothing. I'm telling you everything.""Temporary one? Is it a contract or something?""Yeah, something. Something later that."Sophia couldn't believe her ears. Where was this boldness coming from?"Are you tryna take this relationship contract thing to the next level? You know, making it a side hustle or something?"Debby laughed lightly."Nah, I'm just living a little. And why, I learned from the best." She indicated her with her bespectacled face."Nah, not me."&
The first visible sign came.When she brushed her teeth in preparation for bed, Debby spat out sputum into the basin, the red of blood standing stark against the white foam of worked toothpaste.She rinsed her mouth immediately, her legs shaking. It was probably time for her, with this first indication, to see a doctor like she was advised.But she didn't want to. She didn't want to have the words thrown directly at her. She didn't want to come face to face with the fact that she was wasting away, even if her body wasn't quite showy of the ailment. Given, she had lost weight, so much that her tightest jeans could fit her properly again, and then, there are these bleeding gums but still.People would think it's simply mental stress.But then again, there is that too.As she plopped into her bedroom, managing only to reach the bed, her legs wobbling with
She proceeded into the building, not paying heed to the whisperings that surrounded her. Or the fingers pointing. Or the sneer she was looked at with.Of course, they'll refer to her as a golddigger.She took more deliberate steps towards the elevator. When she got there, she was trapped with four people, a male who seemed clueless and three women that looked at her like they each wanted to pluck out her eyes and some strands of her hair.She ignored them.On the sixth floor, she met with professor Tedd."Good morning sir.""I have surgery in 20 minutes. Do you want to scrub in?" The man replied, not regarding her message.He said it like a question. She could agree or say no. But she knew it was not entirely a question. neither is it a request? The man was asking her to join him."What's the procedure?"
Sebastian desired that she fed. He didn't know how and when but he felt something move inside him. He felt long-dead flowers bloom alive in his heart.All of the coldness he felt from working like a slave, from being a thug, and having a hard start on life dissolved.Okay, not quite there yet but Sebastian felt them dissolving, shrinking to become a spur of continuous warmth in his chest.Warmth and desire whenever he laid eyes on her.Maybe she was rubbing off on him. Staying around her, watching her for so long, maybe she had found her way around, crept into his mind, and created for herself a soft spot in it, making him identify her as a whole matter entirely.Sebastian knew she would be angry about drugging her. Hell, he was angry at himself too. So much so that after he called the police, he didn't leave the island.He was right there,
Sebastian thought that he had made a mistake.That was the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her.With all the anticipation he felt the night before, so much that he was hardened by his consuming thoughts, without even seeing her, dissolved into thin air.She looked too divine, too ethereal, too porcelain, like fine glassware, sure to put the goddess Venus to shame, even without the littlest of efforts.Sebastian suddenly was second-guessing about going to the party and if he should go with Deborah anymore. He was instantly filled with ideas of what to do with the time, instead of courtesy-going to a party that he didn't want to be at in the first place.She was without her glasses, wearing contacts to aid her sight instead and it made her elfin-shaped face in full view. Just like he had seen her at The wreakin' that night.Hell, he had made
The feel of Sebastian's hands on her waist made her keep quiet. She got the signal he was trying to pass across, he was trying to tell her to not say anything because probably he knew that she was going to open her mouth in his defense.She was subtly reminded again of what he said in the tent that day. He didn't want her making attempts to change the way they saw him.So, instead of talking and saying exactly what was on her mind, she smiled and said "Yes, I am with him for his looks." She paused and took a glance at everyone. Maxwell simply stared at her, not saying a thing. "Amongst his many other qualities." She added."His wealth being the foremost, I presume." A middle-aged woman with her hair in an aristocratic bun said, taking a sip from her cup of wine. "A regular doctor at Hallow-hospital won't be able to afford all of what you're wearing."Debby didn't know who she was but, of course, the
"Good evening ma'am." He had said, standing stiff and at attention. "I am here to pick you up for Mr. Sebastian Lee." "Why?" She had asked her heart breaking. He didn't need to be the one to come for her seeing as their relationship was faux. But then, hadn't he been the one who insisted that he was her boyfriend? "Why isn't he here himself?" "Mr. Lee is busy at the moment." He replied. "He asked me to bring you to him if you're ready to the Halloway residence. He'll be waiting for you." Debby had hoped that Sebastian would be the first person to see her in this out-of-the-world dress that he had brought her. Nevertheless, she followed him to the car, taking her steps one at a time, so she won't stumble. He opened the door to the owner's seat and waited for her to get in, before closing the door, all the while wearing that serious face. He g