Womanizer (Completed)

Womanizer P.2

Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader

Rating: PG-13

POV: You.

Summary: "I love you, believe me, that part is true."

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PART TWO
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"Oh, come on, it's one dance! No big deal!" Chris exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

Chris is one of your co-workers at the hotel, you two are practically bestfriends. Chris is a hopeless romantic who's stuck in the vicious cycle of the friend-zone. And, just your luck, the hotel decided to host a ball in the event center, everyone is obliged to come, even the staff. Basically, you will be treated as guests, it's a little thank you from the company so we won't quit on them. So now, not only do you worry about Sebastian, you will worry about this stupid dance too.

"Fine, Chris, I will!" You laugh, because you can never resist Chris, ever.

"Yes!! Thank you so much! Wear a nice dress, okay? I'll see you!"

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Chris."

You hung up, and all of a sudden you get this sinking feeling, because now that the call with Chris ended, you have to call Sebastian... and honestly, you were just procrastinating, just avoiding that scenario altogether. You wonder if you will do it, you look for reasons why, and... you can only think of one thing. Because you love him. Still... Even when he screwed you over, threw you aside like some dirty bitch. You didn't deserve that, right?

But maybe.. it's your fault too? Workaholic woman, who never has time for herself or anyone else. Let alone for Sebastian. Is it your fault he's acting out like an immature ass?

You scroll through your contacts and you see that name, your finger hovers over the call button... and like it's the hardest thing you did, you pressed it.

Ringing.. Seems like never-ending ringing.

*Hey, it's Sebastian--*

"Seb, first of all, I gotta ask--"

*--I'm not on my phone yet, please leave a message and I'll get back to ya.*

That irritating beep ended and you hang up. Tears gently sweep through your cheeks, onto your lap. That gut wrenching feeling just eating you from the inside, like a worm crawling from your stomach to your throat. In one snap, you're sobbing hysterically, standing up and throwing your phone across the room, pushing the chair so violently that it falls over. Your back against the wall, and you slide down, crouching, hugging your legs and crying.

'Why is this happening to me? Do I deserve this kind of torture? I have been nothing but good!!' You think to yourself.. Your sobs turned into screams of pain, sorrow...

"You can't torment me like this, Sebastian!! What gave you the right?!" You scream, as loud as you can. You see the neighbor's light turn on, a shadow looking through their curtain but you ignore it. You cry, and scream, hitting your fists on the linoleum floor.

Seems like your whole world just came tumbling down from the high horse it was on. In one moment, everything was perfect, the next; it's all fucked. You began to question everything, even yourself. You're in a state of paranoia and you feel your skin crawl with just the thought that right now, Sebastian might be fucking another woman.

With your energy draining and your body giving up, you try your best to stand up and get yourself a bottle of whiskey. Something to numb the pain. Something to make you hate yourself even more. Something to help swallow Sebastian's name stuck down your throat, the name you can't seem to swallow but you can never spit out either.

Why do you do this to yourself?

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door.. You try to stand up, with all your might, you've drank at least almost half of the bottle, and your vision is blurry, you stumble. You reach the door and opened it.

"Oh my god, what... What did you do to yourself??" A familiar voice echoed in your head.

"Seb?" You say, your voice hoarse and tired.

"No, it's Chris...."

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