c h a p t e r s i x
t h a n k s f o r o f f e r i n g a s e a t i n m y o w n c a b i n, c u n t
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There was no fucking latch on the door! I had to tell Lily to remind me to meet the pathetic architect of this penthouse. Now I had only one option – stand against the door, pull my dress down, clasp it and wear it back. There was only one problem – Sebastian wasn't the person who would knock before coming in, he would just barge in and I would go flying to the other side of the room. But it was a risk I was willing to take.
I stood against the door and started to pull my dress down but the door pushed against me and I screamed on top of my lungs, 'DO NOT ENTER PLEASE!'
I quickly held the dress against my boobs and prayed that it would hold on to it for five minutes. Please let it be Andrea. Or Beth. Or Shay.
'Ms. Hastings, don't tell me what to do.' Sebastian said entering and he looked at the desk. Not finding me there, he looked around and his stormy grey eyes fell on me. Please, dress. Hold on tight to my body, don't fall off.
'What are you doing here?' He asked me, raising his eyebrow. I noticed his light cut on his right eyebrow, I found that really hot. Sebastian cleared his throat, looking at me for an answer.
'Uh...I was coming to call you. I finished the report...er...sir.' I said. I crossed my arms across the chest, hoping the trick would work. Screw me for wearing backless.
'Alright, so why wasn't I supposed to enter?' Gee, Sebastian. Stop going FBI on me.
'Uh, I was going to push the door and so were you. It would have hurt me.' I said. Wow, Leah. Way to go, you smooth liar.
'Oh.' He said, frowning, 'Where are the reports?'
'On the desk.' I said in a 'duh' tone. He glared at me.
'So you're just going to stand here whilst I go and get the reports?' I noticed his tone was slurry. He was a little drunk. But he held his cold demeanor in front of me, nevertheless.
'Fuck off, Sebastian! I can drink more than you!' I said chugging down another shot of tequila. My throat burned, it was so strong.
'No, babe,' Sebastian said drinking two shots at once. He had already had 8 shots but he was still sober. I, on the other hand, had 4 and I already felt like vomiting.
'Do not call me babe.' I said, my voice sounding like a retarded walrus.
'Okay, loser.'
Sebastian cleared his throat again bringing me back to earth.
'Yeah, if you will come to the desk...I can uh show you the report.' I said, unsure.
'Okay.' Sebastian gestured me to go in front. Thank you for being chivalrous the first time with me...when it was not needed the most. Sebastian, being the brightest peanut, noticed my uneasiness. He looked down at my hands crossed across the chest and the tight dress being suddenly so loose up in the front.
'I...uh...your dress?' Sebastian asked me unsure. I nodded slowly.
'Can you please send in someone to fix it? Preferably Andrea or Beth.'
'They left.' He said, scratching his neck, 'The party is over.'
THAT MOTHER PEANUT SHIT!
'Jenna?'
'She left with her friends to go to a bar.' Sebastian said. His voice sounded a bit more slurry. The alcohol was getting to his brain, slowly. 'I...uh...can I help?'
I looked in his eyes, staring at me. For once, I saw the old Sebastian in him. The Sebastian I fell in love with. He had the charm in his eyes, not the cold stare he held these days. This was the Sebastian I trusted with my life. I slowly nodded, turning around.
For a minute, I stood there silently but nothing happened. Then the next second, long and slender fingers touched my back and I closed my eyes. The burning sensation returned again. But this time my whole body was on fire. Sebastian cursed when the hooks didn't go through the loops in the first try. They were a bit problematic, I had to agree. I winced as he pulled on some of my hair. He apologized under his breath and slowly pulled the hair in front, his fingers touching my skin on the way. He finally managed to clasp the hooks and I dropped my hands on the sides. I was going to turn around to thank him but his hand crept forward from my back to my waist. He pushed me towards him and I think I was drunk when I realized that I felt something stir in his pants. The only problem was that I hadn't taken any drink, only some whiskey which was left midway, yet I felt drunk.
He was drunk, out of his wits.
'I forgot to tell you something tonight.' He whispered next to my ear. I rolled my eyes. Don't tell me I had to do one more report.
'You looked stunning tonight. I couldn't take my eyes off you.' Sure, that's why you kept me in a room to do a stupid report. But his voice...it sounded so genuine, like he actually meant it. But then it struck me.
Ivory was wearing a black dress too. This drunk peanut was thinking that I was Ivory and saying all these things. After the huge part in my head called the brain made a reasonable point, the little part in my chest called the heart broke into smaller fragments. He thought I was Ivory.
'Leah, you were always beautiful to me.' He said placing a soft kiss on my neck. My heartbeat accelerated at an unusual rate and my chest rose and fell down rapidly. I arched my back and couldn't stop the moan from escaping.
I suddenly turned around and I frowned at him, 'My sister's name is Ivory, not Leah.'
He chuckled and muttered, 'I know, Leah.'
Either he thought I was Ivory but mistakenly called me Leah or he thought I was Beth but called my Leah by mistake. Or he was just a peanut.
He chuckled and fell down on the floor going in a deep slumber at the same moment. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? I obviously couldn't carry him and there was nobody in the house. I knelt down, uncomfortably, beside him and tried to wake him up.
He stirred a bit and I couldn't help but asking, 'Sebastian, why did you give me the reports to finish tonight?'
'Because I wantedddd' He started singing and I smiled, 'you to stay saaa'
Before he could complete his word, he fell asleep. Snoring slightly. Now that peanut wouldn't get up until the next afternoon. I groaned. He wanted me to stay saaa?
I looked at his softened features while he was sleeping. He was frowning slightly and I couldn't help but trace my finger on his right eyebrow. His tensed position relaxed and he smiled slightly in his sleep. I wish this Sebastian would come back.
My mind started rewinding the moment between us a few minutes ago. He called me Leah. I was hearing my name from his mouth after a long time. I used to love the way my name used to come off his tongue in high school. I smiled.
But for the second time in the day, I remembered Beth.
She still loved him. I couldn't do this to her.
She already had a problem to overcome, which went by the name Ivory Hastings, and I would help her. Not become another hoe to stop her from getting Sebastian. Not like Sebastian wanted me in the first place. He either wanted Ivory or Beth and I was going to make sure he got Beth. Ivory was a bitch. She wasn't my real sister anyway to begin with. She was my cousin but stayed with my family after her parents died. She always called me fat when we were young and that led me to depression. I have hated her since day one.
Ivory would kill me for two dollars even, she hated me too.
I looked at Sebastian for the last time and I left. I hoped that Sebastian wouldn't remember anything that happened between us. I just hoped this memory would die with me. I couldn't tell a soul.
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I reached home in twenty five minutes and I changed my dress.
I thought of throwing the dress away but I couldn't because
1) It was pretty expensive.
2) I loved it
3) Very expensive.
4) Sebastian...scratch that...it was bloody expensive.
5) Did I mention it was expensive?
I folded the dress neatly. I would give it for laundry later.
I decided to take a shower to get the smell of the Sebastian's cologne off me. The warmth of his touch still lingered on me, sending waves of heat to my whole body.
I hoped this memory would go away soon.
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The next day was thankfully a Sunday and I didn't have to face Sebastian...not yet.
I watched Netflix all day to get my mind off from a certain grey eyed man...smoking hot man. I groaned. I couldn't let my feelings return again. Never.
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The next morning, I dressed in my usual attire – loose shirt and black jeans. I wore my favorite black pumps and after applying some lip balm, I was ready to go. Quickly grabbing my handbag, I locked the door.
I swore loudly when I realized I was going to be late...again.
Sebastian hated un-punctual people. He had literally blasted me one day in high school when I was late. I chuckled at the memory. I had made him wait for one hour because he was going to drive me home that day. His mom, who loved me, would have killed him if he got back home without picking his neighbor...aka me. His mom used to bake my favorite cookies and she got well along with my mom since their husbands used to work out of town.
My hands froze on the steering wheel when a realization hit me.
Kenneth had mentioned his wife had died. I couldn't believe Veronica Parker had died. How come my mom never told me that our neighbor died?
Oh right...I forgot she basically disowned me after she found the perfect daughter in Ivory. I was never perfect for her. How could I be? I never got the beautiful green eyes, perfect light brown hair and a well maintained body. Instead I got my father's dark brown eyes and raven black hair. My dad worked in the army and everybody expected me to be physically active but I was a sloth. I was so huge that my own mother got very embarrassed of me and my ways.
I sighed again.
I drove my car faster than ever to reach on time but old habits die hard – I was late again.
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Lily opened her to mouth to say something but I waved my hand dismissively at her. Sebastian didn't like anyone coming late and I couldn't afford to lose even one more second.
I entered my cabin and rushed to my desk to keep my handbag and opened my diary to see Sebastian's schedule for the day. I started talking without looking up, 'Beth, please give me the Anderson file. Matt asked me to make some changes in the stocks and I have to show it to Sebastian first. Also, give me the Foreign Affairs file, the Indian one. Quick before my lovely boss eats me alive!' I heard a voice that didn't belong to Beth. My blood froze when I saw 'my lovely boss' sitting on my chair with a serious look. I thanked the gods that I used 'my lovely boss' instead of saying cunt, which I originally thought of calling him.
'Uh...good morning sir,' I said politely instead of asking what the fuck he was doing in my cabin...but then again, it's his company.
'I have good news for you, Ms. Hastings.' Sebastian said, looking at his iPhone, 'Please have a seat.'
Thanks for offering me a seat in my own cabin, cunt.
I sat down in front of him and saw him look at my chest for a second before fixing his eyes on me. He wasn't wearing his blazer, only his dark blue shirt. I loved that color on him. It gave a sharp contrast to his grey eyes.
'So the good news is that from tomorrow you will no longer have to wish me a lazy sloppy good morning,' Sebastian said mocking a smile at me.
'I didn't quite understand what you're trying to say, sir.'
'Oh, in simple words; I am firing you.' Sebastian said, getting angry. 'How dare you come to the office late? Others would have tolerated your nonsense but this will not happen anymore. I want you out of this office today itself.'
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