"Hello,"Sebastian hadn't realized he had been holding his breath until he heard her voice. His chest relaxed and he took a deep breath before he could speak. Hilarious. He was acting like a green boy, one who was speaking to his crush in middle school and stuttering all over the place. "Are you home?" He asked, reclining on a couch in the living room.Damn, he couldn't remember asking anyone that question ever. He hadn't cared enough if they made it home or not. If Ava went missing just after he had announced their engagement to the world, that would be rather inconvenient. He had to make sure she was home safe and sound and ready to put his plan into action."Yes," she replied stoically. Ever since he had laid down his condition, it seemed an invisible barrier, one that hadn't been there before was erected between them. When he had told her not to fall in love with him, she had smiled brightly and told him it would not be a problem. And that had stung like hell!What did she mea
"Sweet Lord in heaven," she muttered as she stepped off the elevator.Sexy didn't seem to describe him properly. Her thighs quivered with each step she took toward him, her nipples strained to be seen, and her body ached to be touched. To be pressed up against his hard body. Her eyes took in every sinew and joint, the way his muscles rippled with the movements he made. Her mouth watered when her eyes drifted down to his backside. The sweatpants hung so low, it made her hungry to see how he looked beneath it all. Sebastian turned around when he was satisfied that the plating was perfect. He had heard the elevator ping open and had seen her step in through the corner of her eyes. And that was why he hadn't turned around immediately. He had been afraid he would say something as wimpy as 'You look like a goddess.' But she did look like one. Her sweet caramel hair fell around her shoulders in waves. He wanted to run his hand through it, feel the soft silkiness of it. And there were her
Sebastian grabbed a shirt and yanked it down his head angrily as if forcing himself to calm down. A few meters away, in his living room was the woman he had made a damned deal with, and fuck if he didn't regret it already. He hadn't paid attention. Okay, perhaps that was a lie. He had paid attention to her. Right from when they met. Ava was beautiful, he had to be blind not to see it. But he had been too pissed the first time they met to really ponder over her beauty. Hers was the type of beauty that slowly grew on you. With every look, every arch, every swipe of her hand, every sound that slipped from her mouth, he became more and more aware of how exotic her features were- and how much he liked them. "Fool," he whispered to himself as he stalked towards the door. He couldn't have her. She had grown attached to him right from when he saved her life. Women like her were like remora fishes. If he showed her just a bit of attention, she could do the utmost absurd thing of all times.
"I can't accept this," Ava stated, pushing the keys across the table. Sebastian felt like he had been smacked on the face. Hard. What on earth did she mean she couldn't accept it? "Is it too small?" He demanded. "you haven't even seen the house or car yet-" "Do not insult me!" She spat and he held his tongue immediately. She seemed really mad this time and would probably have his head. Which one? His mind quipped as his trousers grew uncomfortable. "What is the problem?" Ava took in a deep breath to calm her angry self. "I don't want your money or possessions. I believe I made that clear when I asked for connections in return." His jaw dropped at her words. She could not be serious! He had thought she had assumed that he would provide material things when she didn't ask for them. What woman could pass up on such an opportunity to make it big within a year? Heck even after their breakup, she would still be known as his ex-fiancee and retain the benefits that came with that title.
“O.M.freaking G!" Kim screeched when she and Ava pulled up before the building Sebastian had urged her to move into. Forced her more likely. “This is where we’re staying?! No fucking way!”“You can move back home if you want to.” Ava teased, stepping out of the car. True to his word Sebastian had sent a driver to pick her and Kim up from their old home. Kim had refused to go to college, eager to see what kind of home the "hot as hell”- Kim’s words, not hers- billionaire had for them.It was a freaking skyscraper. One of the best palaces owned by Bancroft himself. Olympia. Ava had only read about such a beautiful place that the media claimed to be so regal, you would feel like you were in a freaking fantastical world. Just staring at the glass panes that caught the light from the early morning sun, Ava already felt that way. This all had to be a dream, She sure as heck wasn’t standing before an expensive as-hell skyscraper, while the movers hauled her tiny luggage into the building wi
“Kim!” Ava yelled in horror, yanking the device. “I am so sorry. Kim can be quite too much.” Sebastian gave a good-natured laugh. “It’s okay. She is quite refreshing. I have to go now.”“Oh,” She whispered, then almost smacked herself in the face for sounding disappointed. “S-sure.”“We have a date at six. My assistant will come to get you by two so you can get ready.”She frowned at his words when he hung up. What did he mean so she could get ready? She didn’t need his assistant’s help to dress up. She could do quite fine on her own. “If you’re done being such a killjoy,” Kim taunted. “Come help me pick a room.”Ava tossed the brat a glare, feeling angry yet amused at Kim’s antics. She supposed it was hard to stay mad at Kim because she was all the family she knew. A grin formed on her lips and she shrugged. “I’m taking the biggest room anyways.”#####Sebastian found himself smiling as he walked to the board room. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why after the call with
Sebastian swerved into the car park of Le Mignon restaurant, one of the best steak restaurants in New York City. At least according to his taste. He was an avid lover of meat and thoroughly enjoyed the way the chefs in Le Mignon prepared theirs. It was a few minutes to six. He would bet his entire company that the paparazzi was somewhere around, ready to record the events of his date with Ava. Exactly why he had sent his assistant to help her dress up for the event. Ava cleaned up quite well, but she was naïve when it came to recent dresses and the trends of celebrities. Heck, he was certain that whatever dress she would have picked would probably be a copy of one a celebrity had worn sometime ago. He could not have that. As his wife-to-be, pretend or not, she was supposed to always appear flawless in public. He could only hope that his goal would be achieved. Stepping out of the car, dressed immaculately in a three-piece navy blue suit, he whipped his phone out to call his assista
To say Ava was nervous was an understatement. Her hands trembled when she reached for her glass of wine and trembled further when she heard Sebastian clear his throat telling her with his eyes that was a wrong move. She froze in mid air stuck in between dropping the glass and looking like a total idiot or drinking the wine and still looking like an idiot anyways. She hadn't known she couldn't drink the wine first before eating! Who made stupid laws like that?! Sebastian pretended to be interested in the steak served before him but in reality he was lost in his head imagining the different weird as hell headlines about his new fiancee.. "The Bancroft Fiancee - More like a Bancroft Mess." "The poor choice of Sebastian Bancroft. She doesn't have a single sense of Etiquette!" Oh yeah, he was doomed big time. He couldn't blame her though however. It was his fault. He had assumed that she would know the proper rules of dining in a large classy restaurant like this. Oh fuck, he had e