All Chapters of A Sweet Sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lilith's POV“What the fuck are you doing on Tinder?”As soon as I saw the message, my curiosity spiked. I didn’t even check the name or profile at first, I just clicked. Then, his name appeared: Bastian Lockhart. The profile picture showed off his mouth watering abs.What on earth? Bastian is on Tinder? Why? There are already so many women throwing themselves at him every day.“Uhm… shouldn’t that question be for you?” I clicked send. I wondered if I should play with him a little bit. That obsessive streak of wanting to test his patience and see if he will snap pulls at me. While I waited for his response, I couldn’t resist checking his profile. I found out he had just created it, just like me. I wondered if people would believe he was the real Bastian Lockhart. If they did, I imagined the flood of girls, and even some guys, sliding into his DMs. That thought made a pang of jealousy stir inside me.Suddenly, my mood shifted. I scrolled through my laptop, trying to distract myself fr

Lilith's POVThe silence in the car was thick, almost unbearable. I can’t understand this man at all. Scottish men are known for being stubborn and unbearably dominating, so I guess I should have expected this. I just have to ignore whatever feelings I have for him. One minute he acts like he wants me, and the next, he sees me like a child that needs protection.“Are you really going to see an employee of mine, lass?” He glanced at me, dividing his attention between the road and our conversation. Irritation was palpable in his voice.“Of course,” I replied, just as my phone buzzed. I knew it was Tommy calling.“Why would you want to date an ordinary worker when you could have…” I didn’t let him finish, picking up the call to avoid his judgmental tone.“Hi, Tommy!” I greeted, trying to sound cheerful.“Hey, baby girl!” Tommy’s voice was filled with excitement.“Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you forever.”Tommy Heidegger was one of the few people I kept in touch with from Jammies

Lilith's POV“Come with me.” Those were the only words Bastian said to me when he stood there looking at me so lost. I could have said no. I could have ignored and moved on yet I couldn't.I had placed my hand in his outstretched hands. I had gone with him so gullibly. When he told me during the drive to God knows when to go pack up, I had done that without saying anything. I felt so lost without him. I have been fighting this attraction for so long.I know I might be setting myself up for hurt, nevertheless, I was willing to risk it all. I looked at him. He was sitting across from me. I wanted to lean in, his suit was off, he was wearing a crisp white shirt that was tucked into his suit pants. The shirt was rolled up, the veins in his hands were so damn distracting. I want to trace my tongue around them. I peeked at a butterfly tattoo in his left arm. I didn't know he had tattoos. The veins and that one single tattoo was so maddening. I wanted to ruffle his hair that was perfectly i

Bastian's POVMy hands were trembling, no matter what I did, they wouldn't stop shaking. I don't want Lilith to see me this way. Even as she led me out of the dinning hall to my room, I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. I should be used to my mother's cursive ways by now. However, getting used to it is one thing but living it and knowing somehow, she is right is another. If I had not had that argument with Ellana that night, she wouldn't have driven off with Sofia. She wouldn't have gotten into an accident that took her life.I am a sick psycho. That's what I am. A selfish man, if I wasn't a selfish man, my daughter wouldn't have hated me. If I wasn't a selfish and cruel man, I wouldn't be yearning for my best friend's daughter.Yes, I am demented psycho. I hear Lilith’s voice calling out to me even with the loud ringing in my ear. I thought I was going to lose consciousness. I held onto the bed post. I needed my pills. I need them to calm me down.“Bastian, calm down

Lilith’s POVThe food on the table looked so good, but neither of us had an appetite. I watched as Rebecca kept crying, and even though I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t. I needed answers, to understand what really happened.“I’m sorry. I just can’t help but tear up when I talk about this,” she said, trying to brush it off. I didn’t like how she made light of it when it was clearly hurting her.“How did my dad meet my mom?” I asked, steering the conversation back to the real questions.“They met through my brother.” She looked at me, and I could tell there was more to it than she was letting on.“What are you hiding?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t hold back.“My brother and your father went on a double date, a blind date actually. My brother suggested it after countless rejections from my mother…” she said, trailing off.“Why would Bastian suggest that?” I muttered, not realizing I’d said it out loud.“Your father and I were madly in love. After my mother