Chapter 66

Sebastian’s POV

“You don’t mean that.” My voice came out a little broken as I stared at Booker, hoping to God she’d take back her words.

“Yes, I do.” She said, enunciating each words with both her eyes and her mouth.

Her words hit my like a ton of bricks and I realized something I’d been hoping was not true. I straightened and put on a mask of calm even though I felt the furthest from it.

“If that’s how you feel.” I said to her in the most emotionless voice I could possibly muster and immediately turned on my heels. I Walked out the kitchen into the living room and outside the door, not letting myself think until I got back home. I had hoped that she would stop me or call me during my drive back home but nope, she’d not even bothered to text me.

I opened the door to our apartment before I let myself feel anything. I matched over to the kitchen and plucked a bottle of whiskey from the Mini bar. I took out a whiskey glass from one of the cabinets and poured myself a drink.