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'No, this isn't happening. I'm dreaming. I'm still in my room, snuggled under my duvet and having this almost realistic dream.' I told myself as my wide amber eyes stared into blue ones. But it wasn't. It wasn't a dream.Sebastian was standing right in front of me, making my legs tremble under my weight and my stomach full of weird fluttering feelings."I... You... Um..." I stuttered, unable to make a single word. How was I supposed to make a single simple sentence when his finger was stroking my cheek, scrambling my brain?"You mean a lot more to me than you know." He muttered, resting his forehead against mine, and my already banging heart raced faster."H-how?" I breathed, and I would have patted myself on the back for being able to form a single word, but I was too hypnotised by whatever he was doing to me."That's for me to know and for you to find out." He replied, closing the already almost invincible gap between us and trapping me between the kitchen counter and his large body
"Where's Mr. Movie Star? I looked for him everywhere, but it looks like he disappeared, poof!" Tiffany wondered as she walked into the kitchen, peering around the room like he was going to pop up out of thin air.'I hope that nickname isn't going to stick around.' I pressed my lips into a thin line as I poured waffle batter into the waffle iron."Sebastian has gone out." I replied, closing it and letting it do its thing."Out? Out where?" She asked, rushing to my side. "Is that waffles? Uhm, I love waffles.""Yes, you do." I grinned, dropping the bowl of waffle batter and turning to her. "And Sebastian has gone to work.""Work? Why does he need to go out to work? You and Dorothy always work at home. Why can't he do that?" She furrowed her brows, and I could almost see the gears in her small brain spinning.I couldn't really fault her for being confused. Dorothy's job didn't require her stepping out of the house. As long as she had her laptop and good wifi, she was good to go. I didn't
"You're kidding me, aren't you?" I said, my voice as blank as a piece of plain sheet. And she said I was jumping to conclusions. How had she come up with such a crazy thought out of nowhere?"Oh come on, you're not a child. I could literally touch the chemistry between the two of you the time he came to our house. Sheesh, it was so intense. It's so obvious he finds you attractive." Dorothy squealed, and I rolled my eyes so hard that they almost rolled out of my head. Yup, she was out of her mind."You're crazy. How can you say that? How did you come up with that explanation from the story I told? Please stop joking. This is really important." I scolded.Maybe another day I would have laughed and playfully told her to stop, but I was in no mood. I was in crisis. There was no time to giggle about crushes like we were in high school."I heard what you said, and I can swear that he has the hots for you. I'm sure that's the ulterior motive he meant. He just wants to use this opportunity to
'What the heck did I just say? Gosh, I feel so stupid. Please let the ground open and swallow me because it would be the perfect thing to happen right now. Why did that come out of nowhere?' I screeched in my head."What? You want to know if I find you attractive?" Sebastian blinked, confusion laced in his gaze and face."Forget about that. Just forget it. It was another of the crazy ideas my friend pumped into me and my daughter. She said you said this morning because you find me attractive, which is crazy, right? I mean, you obviously don't." I rambled, cringing at every word I said. What the hell was wrong with me?"Can you give me a few seconds to calm my nerves?" I asked as I pressed my finger to my temple, massaging it."Ok," Sebastian nodded, not at all offended by my crazy act some moments ago.'I can do this. Just apologise and confess that I have trust issues that I have to work on. Easy peasy.' I drew in a large breath and sighed."About our conversation this morning..." I
'Another peck?!' I thought as my face flared. 'Is giving random pecks going to be a thing now? It's not that I mind if he continues to, though... it's very nice. Bruno... never showed such affection to me. Bruno never even touched me unless... he... I can't think of that now.'"Um... Thank you." I squeaked, as my stomach did backflips, and I gave his shoulder a soft shove. His arms slipped off my waist, and I bit my inner cheeks, stopping my lips from flipping to frown. Maybe I should have let him hold me a little bit longer."Did you just come back, or have you been home for a while? What's the time anyway?" I asked, stepping away from him and pulling out my phone from my shorts' pocket."I just came back. I was going to my room when I saw your door open and you dozing off on your desk. Shouldn't you be in bed? It's quite late." He said as his eyes scanned across my desk covered with papers, notebooks, pens, and whatever other knickknacks I needed to get inspiration."It's almost two
'Is that...' My nose twitched, and I took in a deep breath. The aroma of pancakes filled my nose, and I let it out with a big smile on my face. 'Um... pancakes.'I rolled to my side and my eyes fluttered open. My brows scrunched, and I sat up.'I'm in my room?' I blinked, rubbing my eyes as if that would change the scene around. No, it didn't. I was in my room and on my bed.'How? I don't remember going to bed. I was in my studio, then I dozed off and... and...' My eyes widened and my hands flew to my mouth. 'I remember Sebastian waking me up, and he... he... That wasn't a dream?! Sebastian carried me to bed?!'My entire face turned bright red, and I fell back into the bed, burying my head under my pillow.'Sebastian carried me to bed?! And I stroked his cheek. I stroked his cheek?! I thought it was a dream, but it wasn't! I did it in real life. And I called him handsome! Handsome! Ahh! How am I going to face him now?! I feel so stupid!' I squealed into my hands, and I pressed my leg
"Oh, Tiffany." I sighed, scooping her into my arms and lifting her up off the ground. Tiffany sniffled, pouting as small drops of tears ran down her face."Um... y-you don't have to cry. I won't be gone for long. You won't even know I left." Sebastian stuttered, startled by her sudden outburst but trying his best to calm her down."B-but I don't want you to go. Is it be... because I l-laughed at your pancakes? I-I'm sorry. I won’t do it again." She sobbed, stretching her arms to him.I wasn't even surprised that she was able to draw such a wild conclusion. And I couldn't judge her, or wouldn't that be hypocritical? In just the few days of meeting Sebastian, we've had up to three misunderstandings because I thought he meant something that he didn't. It was almost like she was copying me. Like mother, like daughter. That was bad. I had to change that behaviour in me and her so she wouldn't have issues with people."No, it's not that. I'm not angry at you because of that. You were righ
"Hello. It's good to see you again, Aurora." Bianca smiled the moment the door opened."It's good to see you too. Please come in." I replied, ushering her into the foyer, and I slid the door shut."Where is my pesky brother? He hasn't left, has he? He told me he wasn't flying till evening." She asked, sashaying to the living room like she owned the place. What was I saying? Her brother owned the place, so she could sashay however she wanted—not that I minded."He has. Something came up, so he had to leave earlier." I explained, walking behind her."It must be serious if he forgot to tell me." She mused as she sat on the couch."Can—""Oh, what's this?" She smiled, grabbing the teddy bear by her side and holding it to her face. "Aw, so cute.""Oh, that's for my daughter, Tiffany." I replied as I sat on the other couch."I had teddy bears like this when I was—""M back." Tiffany announced, skipping into the living room with her crayon and paper in hand. Her gaze fell on Bianca, and she
"How do I look?" Bianca asked, strutting in her engagement dress across my studio like she was on a runway. "Perfect. Obviously, the dress was made for you, but you literally upgraded the dress with your looks and charisma." I complimented, gawking at her. I knew I had done a good job with the dress, but seeing it on her was on another level. The dress complemented her figure, hugging her in all the right places and flaunting her curves. And she walked like it was her world and the rest of us were lucky that we were living in it. Not that she was proud or had that main character syndrome, but her confidence was beautiful. "Thank you, but it's the dress. It's gorgeous, Aurora. You exceeded my expectations by far." She praised me and twirled like a princess. The dress fluttered in the air and cascaded to the ground with a smooth motion when she stopped. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." I beamed, and if people's heads could physically swell up with pride, mine would have
"We agreed on just a kiss." I whispered, my voice trembling with regret but I continued. "I can't go any further. We shouldn't go any further." Sliding my hands from his neck, I pressed it to his shoulders and gave them a small shove. "I understand." Sebastian sighed, giving me a small sad smile as he let go of me. My muscles itched, burning with the need to drag him back to me and continuing from where we had stopped. I balled my fist together and let out a shaky breathe. "And we're going to pretend this night never... never happened, right? It was all a dream. A... beautiful dream." He stared at me for some seconds and different emotions churned in his eyes but my mind was too muddled to pick them out. His hand reached out to me but stopped midway and dropped back to his side. "If that's what you want then fine. This night never happened and we'll never speak of it again." He assured me with a soft sad smile and my heart cracked. No, I couldn't be pained or sad. He cou
"What?!" I gasped, and my face turned so red that the ripest tomato would shrivel with envy. "You said you wanted to have your first kiss, so allow me." Sebastian said, moving closer to me, and my heart rate went up times four. "Y-you're joking. Y-you don't have to do t-that for me. Because I said it doesn't mean I'm asking you." I stuttered, pressing my back closer to the wall, but it didn't create any more space between us, nor did it quench the heat zipping under my skin and pooling between my legs. "I want to do it, Aurora. I want to kiss you. I want to know how these luscious, tempting lips taste against mine." He breathed, tracing his thumb on my bottom lip. His eyes were firmly locked with mine; the dark shadows of desire and lust swirled in them. "I c-can't... I s-shouldn't." "You can't or you shouldn't?" He asked, placing his other hand on my waist, stroking the fire dancing through me. "What's stopping you? Do you not find me attractive because I do. I find you att
"What! No!" I blurted out a little too quickly than I should have. "Oh... then what new dress are you talking about?" Sebastian said, his smirk growing wider. "So you think I can't just suddenly decide to make a dress for myself? I'm a fashion designer. I can wake up one morning and say, hey, why don't I make a cute dress for myself? I can because I can." I sassed as I stomped out of the kitchen. "But we both know you won't. You aren't one to suddenly decide to do something without any reason." He trailed behind me like a fly following a carcass. "You're not that spontaneous, and I know you won't spend your money like that." "Who said I won't?" I huffed, spinning on my heels, and my hair almost slapped his face. "For your information, I'm no longer broke as I was before I moved here. Bianca paid me for the engagement dress so I can decide to treat myself to a new dress." "Liar!" He snorted. "I'm not saying you're broke. I'm saying you're too responsible. You have your debts
"You're right, Sebastian. I love it so much, but I can't take it because you've done too much for me." I confessed, leaning against the kitchen island; my eyes decided the floor was pretty interesting. "You let me and my daughter stay with you for almost nothing, which I'm completely grateful and thankful for, but it still makes me feel uncomfortable. What I paid for rent can't even cover the electric we use, and I don't even want to talk about the groceries and water too. You're literally gaining nothing, and it makes me feel bad. Like I'm some sort of parasite, leeching off you." "You are not a parasite, Aurora. Not you, not Tiffany. Don't you ever feel that way?" Sebastian scolded and stepped closer to me. "I set the rent, knowing that it would cost me, so it isn't your fault. I want it that way, and I'm happy to cover all the expenses. I can refund the rent you paid right here and now if you let me." "No!" I gasped, snapping my gaze to his face and furrowing my brows. "Don't
*Knock knock* A soft knock echoed through my studio, and I looked up from sewing. "Come in." I said, grabbing my phone and checking the time. A quarter past midnight, I still had like an hour to work. "I hope I'm not disturbing you?" Sebastian asked, walking into the room and holding up a glass cup filled with light yellow liquid. "I brought fresh apple juice. I thought you would need a bit of natural sugar to boost your energy." "I didn't know we had fresh apple juice." I replied as I stood up from my chair and stretched my body. My bones gave a small pop, and I sighed. "We don't, but I there were some apples, so I made some for you." He replied, handing the cup to me. "You didn't have to. I know you must be tired after your flight. You should be resting." I fretted and touched his cheek. "There are eye bags under your eyes, Sebastian. You should be in bed sleeping." "I know you're hopelessly worried about me but I'm quite stronger than you think." He teased, and I snor
"Then I'm sorry; I won't forgive." Sebastian shrugged, grabbing the castle, and began walking away. "Sebastian! Wait! You can't really mean that!" I yelled, running after him as he went out of the kitchen. "Yes, I can, and I will." He replied. "But it isn't fair. It doesn't make sense. You can't blackmail me; accept a present. I did something wrong; I shouldn't be rewarded." I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Why couldn't he just get that that was odd? "And you can't force me to forgive you based on your terms. I was the one hurt, remember?" He argued, walking into the living room, and I stopped at the door. 'Ugh, this is so strange.' I thought and stared at the box in my hand. The jewel glinted in the artificial light, and I stroked the middle gem. 'Gosh, it's so pretty. No, gorgeous. Honestly, gorgeous is the only right word to describe Sinclair designs. And crazy expensive. I wonder how much it is? No, I don't even want to be tempted to check; I don't want to ha
"A princess Lily magical princess power castle." Sebastian replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, and my scowl deepened. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Why did you buy it?" I asked, keeping my anger at bay. Dorothy told me to know what he was saying or his reason for doing something before jumping to conclusions, and I was trying my best to do just that, but that was hard. Especially when his reason was already as plain as day. "Because every princess needs her castle." He shrugged, and the sides of his lips curved to a smile. "And you heard what Tiffany said, Princess Lily needs her princess power castle or she'll be weak and King Bearyon would take over the world." "Are you trying to spite me?" I snapped, and his eyes widened, every trace of amusement dropping off. "What? No!" He exclaimed, reducing the gap between us until I was barely a hair’s breadth away from him. His cologne swept through my nose, and his powerful presence lit small flames in my vein
"Mr. Moviestar!" Tiffany let out a deafening squeal as Sebastian stepped into the living room. She dropped her crayons and paper and ran to him, giving him a big hug. "You're back! You're back! You're back!" She giggled as he carried her in his arms. "You should have at least allowed him to get into the house." I scolded her, shaking my head as I stood up. A man—his driver, Mr. Philip—walked in, pulling two large suitcases, giving me a curt nod as he went to Sebastian's room. He was so quiet, almost like a ghost, breezing in and not disrupting what was going on. I wouldn't have noticed him if he weren't a stranger. Ninja skills much, or just the life of a staff of a billionaire? Not seen, not heard. "It's fine. It just shows she missed me just as much as I missed her." Sebastian grinned, throwing her into the air, and fits of giggles burst out of her lips. "Careful." I winced, my hand instinctively reaching out as if they would cover the distance between us if somehow he mis