SebastianThat next day, I presumed I'd walk into work without a PA, readying myself for losing the enigma that was Cassidy.Honestly, I had no clue why I had been acting the way I had; my mother brought me up with more manners.She vied to teach me that women were worth their weight in gold, something my father never upheld, though they have been married for more than thirty years, so he must do something right.Cassidy humours me, sticking around for the remainder of the week as I ensure I'm on my best fucking behaviour as I vow not to put that look of desolation upon her features again.But that doesn't mean she doesn't make any excuse she can think of not to spend time with me.Gone is the willing PA vying for my attention, and in her place is a woman that keeps her fucking face down on the laptop that doesn't present the amount of work that she leads me to believe she's completing.I should be happy with the lack of attentiveness and the reprieve she's given me regarding her comp
SebastianCassidy isn't impressed that I turn up at her home address without prior permission as I take it upon myself to ensure she attends this dang fucking conference alongside me as my PA.Perhaps I should have accepted her warning, backed off and allowed her to remain stoic and at a far distance from myself, but then again, I always was one for self-sabotage, it seems.She's shocked as she opens the door to her tiny flat, where I stand on the doorstep under the small archway that shelters her door, much like my porch does."Sebast—, Mr King," she greets me with shock, her eyes bulging in her face as her eyes rove down my now jeans and jumper-adorned body.She told me that she wasn't coming, and she refused to entertain it, but this is part and parcel of her job description as my PA, and I'll be damned if I leave her at home. "Have you packed? We need to leave," I admit quickly, looking to the car I've kept running to keep it warm for her. It's raining, you see, chucking it down,
SebastianI want to say the journey down into London was anything but anxiety-inducing, but it seems we've lost the ability to talk as we both avoided each other gazes.The car was stifling hot despite me tinkering with the air temp multiple times, yet it was still raining, so I couldn't open the window for fear the inside of the car would get spoilt with the rain.Even so, it's not an hour later that I'm pulling up outside the Hilton, piquing her interest with how upmarket the hotel is that we're staying at, most likely. That's my summary, anyway.Her eyes have been alight with want for a while, drinking in the sights as I drive the scenic route into London.The sky rise buildings, the Thames, and all that's surrounding it like that giant wheel and the Houses of Parliament.I doubt she's ever been to London, not with how interested she truly is in her surroundings. Back to the hotel. It's upmarket and one of the most expensive places to stay around here. Trust me, it wasn't my first
Cassidy Dinner is a tense affair I couldn't care less to be taking part in, but here I am because Sebastian's father deemed it necessary that I play a part in his charade of making Sebastian move on from his wife... his deceased wife.And I'm guessing the lack of room for me is just another of his ruthless decisions. Why am I playing this game?Why am I taking part in the goings on with the King mens games where one man is lording his wads of cash and the other is none the wiser to the quite frankly upsetting behaviour of his father?Well, unfortunately, I'm just a chess piece in their game.One threatened to sack me and make me unemployable if I didn't follow his command. The other does things to me that no other man than my late husband could do. Yet, in the same instance, he's so cold that it upsets me.Of course, I get precisely why he's like that. I've been there myself; I'm still there. Deep in the mix of not knowing what to do with my life after losing Derek to no fault of
But what I don't relay is the fact I came down here with the promise of a job at King Enterprises. That my escape just so happened to be the worst mistake of my life.I didn't fit in; I knew that from the day I walked inside Mr King's office for my interview.All those around me were blonde, young and idiots. Yet he gave me the job with a secret smile, and I've been there just under two years as I quickly worked my arse through the ranks, always asking why I was different. I was naive to believe I was getting myself places. That perhaps he hired me because I wasn't his type, and he actually liked that.But then he thrust this weird arrangement with his son just a few weeks back. And he orchestrated the two girls, because they sure weren't women, to come onto Sebastian just last week."Perhaps you do now, but your accent isn't from around home," he points out, turning to Sebastian, who remains silent but grinning."I was born and raised in Yorkshire, a small town that offered nothing
Sebastian"You really fucking like her," Josh chuckles whilst watching me follow the girl that's walking away without a damned look back at the table we still sit at.She's leaving before discussing sleeping particulars, and for some reason, I find that not having her here at the table only makes me want to retire to the apartment we call our own for the next few days. "Don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I lie. Knowing full well this is more emotion than I've shown in three years or more years. "Seb, this is good... it's about fucking time.""Don't. Don't fucking say it, Josh.""I will. You've been living in this perpetual state of unknown for years now.""I have a wife," I tell him. Getting a look from the couple, particularly the woman at the next table over.I realise then how that must sound, and for a moment, I hate that I've made it seem like I want the girl who just left our table when I have a wife at home. But the reality is I don't have a wife at home. I haven
CassidyI presume Sebastian and Josh had decided to share the larger of the two rooms. Which is precisely as I intended, but that means I have to leave my room to go to the communal bathroom rather than having the pleasure of having everything I need in my room.Perhaps I should have been selfish and kept the larger room for myself. The bed was at least double the size of my small double at home, and the bathroom had a walk-in rain shower and a clawfoot tub that was calling to me.I freeze almost instantly as I leave the bedroom in my nightdress with my towel, makeup bag and clothing for the day. Josh is sitting on the sofa, a mug in one hand, facing me.It feels as if he's been waiting for me to wake, but that would be a ridiculous thought and far-fetched, considering we barely know one another."Good morning," he nods to me. Sipping the coffee as I stand stupefied on the spot, not knowing how to react or what to do. "Morning," I mumble back only when I find my voice and then go to
Sebastian "You set that up, didn't you?" I ask Josh almost as soon as the doors closed, and I appraise him sitting on the sofa with that smug look of triumph on his stupid face. "I didn't prevent it," he shrugs. "Josh..." "Seb?" He asks, standing from the sofa to follow along behind me as I enter our room with anguish that I didn't make a fucking move on the pretty brunette that's been plaguing my sleep all damn night. Pretty much every night since she stormed into my office actually. "You didn't sleep a wink, and you were hard all night," he points out, looking down at my crotch, making me blush so fucking hard that it should be illegal. This isn't a conversation we should be having. "Josh, that's inappropriate..." I state, grabbing boxers to dress, hating to think that he looked at me at all in that light because, in truth, I was hard all night. I need a fucking release, yet knowing that my body, god, fate, won't allow that. Yet even now, I choose to remember all th
"We're going out again," Josh admits, a smirk on his face as he looks at Charlotte."Have a good evening then," I tell him, slapping his back in a friendly manner."You too," he nods towards Cassidy as she calls for the lift.I nod, but I don't know what I'm about to do. There are so many things running through my head, so many needs that need scratching, but there's also the hurt riding alongside the need, forcing my mind into a place of unknown.We stand beside each other in the lift, silent as can be.I've barely said anything to her all night, and she seems jittery because of it.Perhaps she knows I'm on to her, but what she doesn't know is I don't fucking care.Yeah, I came to that conclusion at the dinner table.Cassidy's mine now; I won't let her go. Things need to be ironed out, wrongs need to be made right, but I don't feel any less for her than I did this time yesterday evening.I let her brew, walking ahead of her to the apartment door and opening it for the pair of us as s
SebastianI did it; I fucking bagged the contract, and it's signed already as we sit across from one another in the restaurant as we drink to success. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr King," Yu Meng grins back at me. I nod, and I think of the price I've paid for the phones that we will redistribute with our names attached to them.It's a good deal, far less than I expected them to agree on, yet we have to keep it a secret for now, still playing the game that the phones are up for grabs.The three of us shake hands, and I nod to Mr Meng as we walk towards the conference room. Josh and I are wearing a secret smile as we sit at the back during the meeting, and the others ask their questions.I take the opportunity to sit and think over my revelation from this morning and what I want to do.Part of me wants to make Cassidy submit to me; I really want to have her sitting there on her knees, holding herself up as her muscles protest as I make her spill her proverbial beans.Onc
Last night flooded my mind, the memory of Sebastian slipping them from my feet as he held my weight as if I were stick thin and weighed nothing. My cheek blushes, and I groan internally as I place them on my feet and just in time, too, because Charlotte has rejoined me and dressed in only a pair of jeans and an oversized jumper. "Ready?" She asks me, walking to the door with a massive grin on her face. I nod, following along, and we ride in the lift down to the foyer, where we exit the hotel and hail a taxi just outside. We drive only for a short amount of time, being dropped outside of a small collection of very expensive branded shops. I hate to think of us going inside, but she grabs me instantly, taking me inside one that has rows of underwear only fit for consumption in a bedroom. "What's your size?" She asks me, looking down at my breasts as I do. "32D," I admit with a blush. "Don't be ashamed. Seb likes breasts, and you've plenty to keep him occupied all night."
Cassidy I wake to an empty bed, my hand reaching out for Sebastian, finding nothing but the cold bedsheets where he was lying when I allowed my eyes to close for the night finally. I sigh, upset that he's gone already but cognisant that he's probably needed for the work he came here for, which I should be helping him with. I move up, sitting from the bed, finding Charlotte staring right back at me from the sofa as the door hangs wide open, much as Josh had been sitting just yesterday morning. "Good morning," she grins. "Morning," I mimic her, looking behind me to ensure I didn't skip over Sebastian in the room somewhere. I still don't find him, much as I hadn't when I woke up. "He's downstairs working with Josh. They have lots to do today, but not to worry, he's left me his credit card, and I've been instructed to do some retail therapy with you. You can have whatever you like." "I don't want anything," I shrug, walking out to stand before her as I nervously decide wha
SebastianJosh and I asked for a private booth and ordered quickly before watching each other with raised brows and a mutual look of defeat.He swallows whilst reaching for his phone, unlocking it to scroll through everything I had read this morning alone.He's huffing, raising his brows, knitting them together. Chewing his cheek and sucking in his bottom lip much as he might when he and Charlotte argue, and it's then I know he truly has nothing to do with this. This is all my father's doing—solely his burden to bear.There's a torrent of emotion flitting through his features, and I hate everyone because they are exactly how I feel. I preferred it when he was happy for me, when he was blissfully as eager for this new life as I was."Seb..." he sighs my name, turning the phone down at the death certificate as if to say.'What the actual fuck'"Yeah. Yeah, that got me too. The things we have in common, the things that have aligned to bring us both here and yet my father is playing a hug
Derek Draper. I note his name down to search for an obituary, the sudden need to visit this man's resting place to ask for his girl's hand, making itself known. Fuck, she was married?Is that why she stopped us last night?That seems more plausible; the thought of her struggling with the fact she once belonged to another, and now she might be struggling to allow herself to move on much as I had been, would explain the sorrow within her eyes.Fuck! We have so much in common, so many stars aligned to bring our paths crashing alongside each other, but now I fear that I have this all wrong. That I might have allowed myself to feel something for the wrong person.I'm not sure I could let her go even if that's what she wanted...I can't continue chasing her until I know the true extent of her feelings.I sent a secure email to Josh with all my findings, intent on ensuring we have time alone today to talk about this and figure a way through this latest bout of turmoil.Fuck! I really like h
SebastianWe must fall asleep at some point because I wake up startled from a vidid dream of Beth's last night here on Earth.Remembering the way I made love to her for the last time, of the look of pure ecstasy on her face even with the pain still shrouding her eyes. I hadn't taken any form of gratification that night. Only needing to ensure she felt loved. And I've long since thought something broke inside of me that night. But I realise now it was only lying dormant, the sexual need, that is.I roll from back towards Cassidy as she lies in the same position we stared at one another for hours last night. Our noses almost touch, and I reach out to stroke her hair from her face as I study her in her sleep.She's breathtaking, absolutely beautiful, and I fear my heart might just shatter if she decides that I'm not for her.I don't know what made her stop last night, but it must have been something heavy. I could tell by the tears falling down her face. The sorrow that seems almost as
"Sebastian," I sigh, holding onto his hair as he kisses and sucks between my breast."Mhm," he hums, his beautiful eyes flicking to mine instantly, and I hold his gaze. There's a challenge in them, and I'm utterly lost in the depth of his soul as he devours mine with just one look.My shirt is up and over my head, thrown down somewhere behind him as he reaches for my waist.I cringe, hating the extra weight around my stomach, knowing those soft rolls might put him off, but he just scoffs, seeing my reaction and hating it."You're beautiful," he tells me, stepping between my legs once again as he encourages them around his waist quickly. I'm airborne again as he strides towards my room, moving the door with his palm as he beelines for the bed.I land softly, with a soft smile, as he stands like a god wanting to devour me as his last meal.He rids his shirt, taking care to take his cufflinks off before shoving them on the bedside table beside me. And then his suit pants go next, and I
CassidySebastian's been staring at me all evening. His hand reached for mine not long ago, and they've since been conjoined and lying on the tabletop.I've been wanting to jump in the conversation to have input into this weird situation we have going on.Which brings me back to my questions regarding Josh.Is he in on this deal, too?Is he working for Sebastian's father regarding getting Sebastian to move on from his wife?I don't jump into the conversation; I don't find an opportune time, so I sit quietly, listening to everything being said.It seems Sebastian wishes for his daughter to be betrothed to Josh and Charlotte's son. That wouldn't strike me as weird if we weren't in the twenty-first century, and all, because that's precisely what my Pa did with Derek.And I was thankful for that, as I would never have been confident enough to reach out to a man alone.I love how their conversations roll from one topic to another seamlessly, and I see how the three of them must have been f