Sebastian’s parents watched how Ava stormed out of the reception angrily. They shook their heads, wondering what has changed in their son. At least, they were his parents. Whatever may have come upon him, it should never be as worse as this. It was a colossal turn on them — their own son lashing at them viciously, as if they were his enemies. But, were they really not?“You chose a very good lady to marry. I remember telling her yesterday night that you had good eyes, just like your dad. I mean, see how protective of you she is. Even she knows the fact that your parents aren’t people you turn against.” Sebastian’s mom said, fixating her gaze on Ava as she walk out of the hotel.“My dad? You both still believe I have a dad?” Sebastian asked, chuckling out very loudly at what his mother spouted. He buried his face into his palms and laughed vigorously —almost maniacally— that one was going to think he had really run mad for about a second. “You have a dad. And, this is me right here.”
Sebastian’s story with his parents started exactly when he was ten. For all the other children, ten was that age when you received the most attention and love from your parents. At least, that was how Sebastian had seen other parents do with their children. All that unrequited love coursing through them suddenly bestowed on the child. But, Sebastian was an exception. He had always been an exception. His parents had no time for him in any way at all. For all they cared about, they had left enough money for him to buy whatever it was he wanted to buy. Little did they know that sometimes what a kid wants to buy cannot be bought with money. His parents’ attention was one of them. Skrrrr!The fire alarm riddled through all of the corners of the room, one at a time.A loud explosion had came from the kitchen where Sebastian had been. He had been toying with the gas cooker while his parents were in the living room having a good time all by and for themselves. Sebastian was only ten, so his t
All the thought about everything that had happened to him when he was very young was something that would never leave Sebastian’s head. He couldn’t count how many therapy sessions he had had to go to clear off his head from his childhood history. It ends up with the fact that his parents are plague that only appeared to him at the peak of his life.Sebastian’s timer went off, jolting him out of his thoughts of his childhood memories. He picked up the timer, and it was right on time. It was exactly past the two hours the agent had scheduled for the ticket he had booked. He brought out his phone and placed a call across to the agent to confirm if the agreement was still the same, or another provision had to be made for his trip.“Hello. It’s two hours, so have my tickets been booked?” “Yes sir. I was about to call you just not to inform you about it. The process is just as exactly as I had explained earlier. You will get your tickets at the airport. Don’t miss your flight.”“Alright. T
"Let go," Ava whispered weakly, struggling to break Sebastian's hold on her. This had gone too far and frankly, she had had enough of tyrant behaviour. What the hell did he want from her? He had been behaving like a damned asshole ever since they had come back from their outing. "No," he whispered harshly, his breathing fanning her face. She fought the urge to close her eyes and bask in the warm feeling. His enticing musky scent teased her nose and she rather felt like burying her face into his clothes. Sebastian watched Ava's face become even more livid and like the bastard he was, he fucking loved seeing her like that. Her breathing was rushed and mesmerized, he watched her breasts rise and fall rapidly like a madman, hoping they would push through the T-shirt and spill open. Ah fuck. He was doomed. Her defiance irritated him yet turned him on, he had never felt so fucking conflicted. "You're being a jackass!" She spat. "If I knew you were this kind of person-""That's the mista
"Kim!" Asher frowned when Kimberly turned to face him after she had locked the door in her sister's face. The look on his told her, he completely disapproved of her behavior but she shrugged as she replied."Oh relax," she said with a wave of her hand. "She'll be fine. She'll go off to meet Sebastian and they'll hump like rabbits and everything would be fine." "I can't make up my mind if that sounds crass or nice," he mumbled when Kim took his hand and pulled him towards the bed. They had been making out when Ava interrupted. He guessed that may have contributed to Kim's irritation. Hell when he had heard the knock, he had wanted to smash the door in pieces. "Now, where were we?" She mumbled, pushing down into the bed and straddling him. Her pantie-covered thighs snuggled sweetly against his very hard member. "Fuck," he whispered, trying to restrain himself. "Should we be doing this?" "Why shouldn't we?" Kim whispered seductively, flexing her hips against him. "Kim, fuck, stop do
When Sebastian awoke the next morning, his eyes blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the light that filtered through the room. He must have left the windows open, dammit! Groaning, he turned on his side, trying to hide from the sunlight that threatened to burn his face off. He was damn tired. For some fucking reason. And frankly, he couldn't remember why. Hell, he'd rather go to sleep. His phone shrilled and he groaned, struggling to find the device despite barely seeing shit. His hand patted the bed rapidly trying to figure out where the damned device is and where to chuck it to. When he failed to find it, his eye finally flew open and he sighed. His head pounded like crazy. Just how much had he drunk the night before?He couldn't remember shit. All he could recall was Ava screaming at him like a damned banshee, him screaming in reply because he'll what else was he supposed to. fucking do?Or was it the reverse? It seemed he had screamed first before Ava did. "Hell, who the fuck c
They had searched everywhere. Suffice it to say Sebastian was frantic. Hell in his opinion, frantic did not describe he felt. Angst did. He felt Angst. A rolling wave of guilt and fear rushed through him with each passing moment until he was certain he would pass out from the pain. He raced down the hotel stairs into the reception room where Kim and Asher were waiting. "Can't find her," he panted, hunching over. He had raced the large hotel, rubbing through all its hallways twice! He was about to go fucking mad. And yet he couldn't find Ava. He fought desperately against the notion that something bad may have happened to her, praying, begging that she would be safe. Kimberly broke into tears then, seeing that her sister may well have gone missing. Ava knew no one in Greece. Hell, she didn't even know the language. How would she find her way back to the hotel? Guilt slammed against her chest ruthlessly. If only she had listened to Ava when she had gone all gungho the night before,
"He's calling!" Mrs. Bancroft squealed, waving the phone excitedly at her husband. He stood by the counter in the kitchen with Ava, showing her one of his latest collections of shells. He had named them all Shirley, the name of his wife. Ava scrunched her face when she heard that. That was pretty weird. Why would anyone name shells after their wives? It sounded weird. She directed her attention away from William Bancroft to Shirley who skipped towards them. Before she could blink, William had left her side and The couple met each other halfway, staring at the phone as if it were a baby and they were too scared to touch it. She chuckled at the sight and turned to face William's collection of shells, blinking rapidly to hide the tears that threatened to fall. Sebastian was so fortunate to have parents. Parents who doted on him do much. She missed her parents dearly. She missed her childhood when she didn't have care in the world and all she would do was run to her father when she ha