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”What?!” I gawked at her. “You have to be kidding. Please, Dorothy, just tell me that that was a joke.” “Here.” Dorothy whispered, dropping the paper on my hand. I held my breath as I unfolded it. My gaze soaked in the printed words, and my stomach tightened. Was this some kind of prank? April fools when it wasn’t April? Why was I seeing words that weren’t making logical sense?“This is impossible. No, it can’t be.” I threw the paper to the ground. “How can he increase the rent by fifty percent?! Fifty percent! Who increases rent by fifty percent?! We can’t pay that!”It was exorbitant. Who just woke up one morning and increased rent by a whole fifty percent?! Our landlord, Charlie, already knew it was always hard for us to pay the old rent. Our rent had expired, and we had begged him to give us a month to renew. How could he have said yes and yet pulled this stunt?“He knows that’s why he’s evicting us. We have just two weeks to leave, or he would kick us out.” She scowled as she p
“Well… I currently have a problem with my accommodation.” I started as I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen. “I just suddenly got evicted, so I’m currently looking for a new place to stay. It might take some time for me to settle down, like one to two weeks, so I just wanted to inform you that I won’t be starting your dress immediately. I hope you’re fine with that.” ‘Please let her be chill about it. Please, please, please.’ I begged, crossing my fingers as I stepped into the kitchen. “That’s messed up. Does your landlord have the right to kick you out like that? You should get a lawyer.” Bianca scowled, and my lips tipped to a strained smile. A lawyer? With what money? How could I afford a lawyer if I barely had money to feed? “It’s a really long story, and my friend and I have always wanted to move but never did. This was like the push we needed.” I lied as I pulled out a cup from the cupboard. We, no, I, never planned on moving until I had enough money to rent a b
‘The restaurant was just as I had seen on the internet. Thank heavens I dressed well.’ I thought, smoothing the nonexistent crease in my dress as the waiter led me to a reserved table. The place is not too fancy, and my simple, semiformal dress made me blend in.‘I don’t get it. Why does Sebastian Warner want to see? Is it about his sister’s wedding?’That question had run through my mind probably a million times since he called me the previous morning, but I still hadn’t gotten the answer. He hadn’t mentioned why and only asked we met at a restaurant, leaving me guessing. He had absolutely no business with me.The only reasonable conclusion I could come up with was he wanted to talk about Bianca’s wedding, but that didn’t just feel right.“Hello, Aurora.” Sebastian said as I approached his table, standing on to his feet and giving me one of his blindingly handsome smiles. ‘Gosh, why did my name sound so smooth on his lips? Like velvet. Ugh, don’t think weird things.’ I scolded mysel
“Wait! Did I say anything to make you mad?” Sebastian asked, grabbing my hand as I tried to leave.“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t get what you meant, or did you think I would be so low as to be interested?” I turned back to him, wearing a nasty scowl.I knew it; I knew there was a catch somewhere, and he just threw it at me.“What I meant? What are you talking about? He gawked at me, staring at me with wide eyes, and his scowl deepened. How dare he try to play innocent after he said that? Did he think I wouldn’t get the innuendo?“Really? You’re acting like you don’t know?” I glowered, yanking my hand away. “You’re lonely, and you want me to keep you company to spice your apartment up? Do you think I’m dumb that I don’t know that involves your bed?”“What!” He gasped as he stood to his feet and gaped at me like I had gone crazy. “That isn’t what I mean! It seems you misunderstood everything. You’re beautiful but that doesn’t mean I want to take advantage of you. I’m not low.”“Yo
'I can do this. I can call him.' I told myself as my fingers hovered over Sebastian's contact ID, yet somehow, it refused to tap it. 'Call him. Just call him. It's not that hard. It's not— ugh!'I dropped the phone on the bed and pressed my fingers to my temple as I paced up and down the small room. 'How hard is it to apologize? Just say you're sorry and ask if his offer is still available.'That was the difficult part. Apologizing for jumping to conclusions wasn't hard, but swallowing my pride to tell him I was considering his help was... was.... difficult. I didn't want to seem like a charity project to a man like him, but I needed the help. I stopped in my tracks and stared at Tiffany, who was curled under the duvet, snuggling with her stuffed bear.'Do this for her. This is for Tiffany. You can't afford to jeopardize her health and well-being because you can't accept help.' I sighed as I sat on the bed. My fingers brushed some strands of her hair off her face, and my lips curl
“It’s good to see you again.” Sebastian said as I shut the door of the car and put on my seat belt. “Hello, it’s good to see you too.” I replied, giving him a forced polite smile as he drove off. It was just the two of us; all the times we met, there was always someone with us. It was the first time we were actually… alone. And so close. His presence was so intimidating yet alluring. It was like he commanded whatever space he was in without even thinking and not in a mean, arrogant way. But there was something about him… ‘Ugh, I blame Dorothy for making me so nervous. She got the word date stuck in my brain, and now it’s making me feel like it is. And I’m sure she’ll have a field day if I told her this.’ I thought, squirming in my seat and imagining more space between us. From the corner of my eye, I watched him. His gaze was fixed on the road, and he was the opposite of me, completely relaxed like he was chatting with an old friend. “How’s Tiffany? Has she been getting bette
“I have to increase it?” Sebastian mused, raising his brow. “Why? I thought you would be happy. You wanted something cheap, so I offered you something cheap.”“I know you’re trying to help me, and I thank you so much, but this is too much. Three fifty is too small, way too small. I’m literally robbing you if I paid that.” I explained as I ran my hand through my hair. A part of me yelled that I should shut up, smile, and ask him where I signed the contract. After all, we had already discussed everything else, and I was fine with all the agreement. All that was left was for me to pay and move in.But three fifty per month! That was absolutely crazy! When I said I wanted something cheap, I didn’t expect it to be that cheap. His help was crazy.“You’re really amusing, Miss Nigel.” He chuckled, tilting his head to the side, and stared at me like I had done something comical. “What if I had offered you the place for free? What would you have done?”“I won’t be here in the first place. I’m
That took an unexpected turn."Someone that saved your life? How? When? What happened?" I queried, furrowing my brows. "It was some time ago, but that's a story for another day." Sebastian said as he let go of my hair. "I'm helping you this much as a way to repay her kindness and because I know it will make her really happy if she finds out.""Oh," I muttered as he walked to the elevator, and I followed.'It makes sense now. He's doing this much for me because of her. I completely understand, but still, it's still so sweet of him that he decided to trust and help a complete stranger because it would make her happy. But does it mean he's no longer in touch with her?’"You talk like you aren't in touch with her." I said as we entered the elevator."It's quite complicated. She’s so close yet so far." He replied as he pressed the button of the last floor.'That doesn't make sense. How can a person be so close yet so far at the same time? I mused, twisting my lips. 'Is that she doesn't wa
"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