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  “He risked it lying to me, Ralph.” I said in pure exasperation. Didn’t he or Sebastian get that?

  “I know.” The man admitted almost silently but I heard it.

  “What do I do?” I asked after the silence fell like an uncomfortable, stifling blanket between us.

  Ralph turned and kneeled down so he was face to face with me. He grabbed my hands in his big paws and held them tight. “I ask you on behalf of myself and my idiot of a boss that you stay here and hear him out when he gets home. I saw what he looked like when I left the hospital and I know he’s going to need you when he gets here. Seeing you gone,” He shook his head again. “It won’t be good for him. Just hear him out, be there for him Victoria, Please.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  That’s bullshit.

  I stopped outside Sebastian’s office door taking a deep breath, trying to control the rage and anger pulsing through me. For hours I’d sat like a prick waiting for him to come home and had he? No.

  Now, it was near on three o’clock in the morning and he’d just strolled through the door. I’d listened from my perch in the living room as he came through his front door and headed straight to his office where he’d shut himself away.

  Like I was going to allow him to do that,

  I wanted answers damn it. I think he owed me that much.

  Blowing out a breath, I pushed the handle down and watched the door swing open. I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my trembling arms over my chest. My teeth even chattered with the anger coursing through my body. My nails bless them, had taken a battering tonight. They were effectively chewed down to petty stubs and the carpet in the living room, forget it. I was sure the expensive thing had tram lines worn into it for how many times I’d paced back and fourth.

  “I’m not a nice person to be around at this particular moment, Victoria.” Sebastian said from the back of his office where he stood behind the small bar, pouring a whole glass worth of what looked like scotch. He hadn’t even bothered to look up at me.

  The shirt that he had left my place this morning wearing was creased and opened to at least mid chest. The tie was long gone, along with the band for his hair.

  I snorted as the door swung back. I uncrossed my arms and caught the hardwood against my palm, stopping it where it was. “Neither am I.” And I fucking well wasn’t. I was pissed beyond belief.

  “I think you should turn around and go back to bed.”

  Clenching my teeth, I marched over to the prick and slammed my hand down on the bar. The sting actually made me feel good. “You think I should go back to bed, do you?” I sneered, shouting in his face. “I haven’t been to fucking bed, Sebastian and do you know why I haven’t?” I asked then didn’t wait for an answer from him as I carried on. “I’ve been waiting here like a lemon for you to get your arse home from the hospital.” His head snapped up at that point, his eyes widened before he blinked and the mask he’d been wearing snapped back into place. “Oh yeah,” I nodded in quick jabs. “Ralph told me where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing.”

  “Then you would know right now is not a good time.” He said lethally as he gulped down the rich alcohol then refilled the glass immediately afterwards. If he carried on like that, he’d be legless in no time.

  “For who,”

  “Me of course,”

  I laughed bitterly as I shook my head and moved away from him. “You are so fucking arrogant, it’s not even funny. What about me?”

  Oh yeah, I’d only been waiting for going on eight hours for him and I hadn’t even received one text message or phone call, nothing. It was like I’d been forgotten about. I was the woman that he was supposed to love, the woman that he wanted and needed and yet, I felt like I’d been pushed aside and for what? For her, again!

  Story of my fucking life,

  “What about you?” he thundered. The glass in his hand flew across the room and smashed into smithereens when it hit the wall. The drips and run of the drink soiled the wall as it cascaded down bit by bit, pooling against the skirting and floor.

  “What about me?” I screeched and moved back into his space. My finger jabbed against my own chest as I stared into his light blue eyes that held so much of his own anger and hurt and many other things that I really shouldn’t give a damn about but I did. “I’m supposed to be your number one or whatever. I’m supposed to mean so much to you that you can’t live without me and yet here I sat like a prick all fucking night.” I screamed, throwing my arms up in the air. “Waiting like a sap for you to give me something, to tell me something but what the fuck did I get? Nothing, that’s what you gave me, Sebastian. Nothing,”

  It was déjà vu all over again.

  “What did you want me to tell you? What do you want to hear?”

  Oh my God, was he stupid or something?

  “I wanted to know whether the man that I love was a Dad or not.” I gritted out, feeling my heart begin to sink the further we went on. I scrubbed my hands up and down my face, feeling my shoulders drop under the tension of the night and in the room.

  “I don’t know.” He answered but not for a long time.

  My eyes followed him as he moved around his office, his gaze flitting over the shelves lined with books and awards in frames and certificates.

  “You don’t know what?” I was confused.

  Sebastian sighed heavily and rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. His shoulders were stern with tension, his body rigid and stiff. “I don’t know if baby Leo is mine.”

  “Baby Leo,” So the bitch had given birth to a boy that could be Sebastian’s son and named him Leo. I rolled the name over my tongue. “And,”

  Sebastian’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Like I said, I don’t know.”

  I wanted to strangle the man. “So there are no obvious signs that he’s yours?”

  “No.” He answered simply.

  Wasn’t that bullshit? Didn’t babies look like someone when they came out? I tried to think of babies that I’d been around and realised that I hadn’t. Then my mind went to magazines of celebs and all that shit where they’d sold their baby pictures for a sizable amount and tried to remember if I made comments about the babies looking like either parent.

  “And what are you going to do about it?” I prodded seeing as he wasn’t forthcoming with the most important information.

  “I’m thinking for fuck’s sake, Victoria.” He shouted as he forced his fingers through his hair. It looked like he’d done that a million times to it already. “What I don’t need is you in my ear, badgering me for information I don’t have. I’ve been through the ringer tonight and feel like shit and here you are harping on about what I’m doing and not doing.”

  The audacity of the man was overflowing. I was choking on his shit.

  “You know what they call that where I come from?” I asked as my foot tapped in agitation against the hardwood flooring. “Tough, that’s what, Sebastian and if you don’t like it, then you can go take a long walk off a short pier because whilst I’m here and I’m with you.” I stopped ranting to laugh at that part. “I have a say and my say is that something needs to be done.”

  “I know that.” He belted out, his voice vibrating off the walls of his office. I was even sure the window trembled a little. “Just stop and let me think.”

  I made a face. “Stop and let you think? We’re not talking about a car, Sebastian. We’re not talking about a piece of meat at the supermarket, about what cut is best. We’re talking about an innocent child that has been dragged into this situation because its parents were selfish.”

  And we all know how those kinds of kids ended up. Scarred is what.

  “You know what went on with Naomi and me. How could you say that?” he asked incredulously.

  “Yes, I do.” I nodded and pointed at him. “But look what’s happened. You thought she was bullshitting you when she told you that night six months ago that she was pregnant and now look, she wasn’t.”

  “I kn
ow that.” He shouted so loud and powerfully, his face reddened and his body shook with the force.

  “Stop saying that.”

  God, he was like a broken record.

  Obviously, I wasn’t getting anywhere and to be honest, I’d never seen Sebastian like this. He was on the edge and just about to pop his load and not in a good way either.

  I threw my hands up in the air and huffed out an irritated breath. I’d had enough. I shouldn’t have stayed here waiting for him because all it had done was wind me up and him coming in at this time was like a match to my flame. Not good, not good at all.

  Turning away from him, I moved to the door and jolted to a stop when Sebastian pushed into me from behind. His arms grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him, so his front was pressed to my back. His hot breath wafted over my ear. “Don’t turn your back on me, I need you now Victoria.”

  I snorted and pushed at his arms with the heels of my hands to loosen them so I could go. “That’s another one, Sebastian. We call it tough. Maybe you should learn it some time.”

  Sebastian spun me around so fast, I became dizzy. His hand slid up my back and gripped my neck almost painfully. The other hand snaked up until it cupped my cheek, his thumb resting just under my bottom lip. I looked up into his eyes seeing them bright and angry.

  I was beginning to know the colour of Sebastian’s eyes when he was in certain moods. Normal Sebastian as in good mood Sebastian was sea blue. When Sebastian was horny and extremely turned on, his eyes turned to the colour of dark denim and now when he was pissed and angry, his eyes went so light and bright it was like the blue had been diluted by parts of concentrated whites.

  “Don’t speak to me like that Victoria, I don’t deserve it”

  Another snort left me. “I’ll speak to you how I want, Sebastian. You forget, I am still Victoria Jennings and I’ll do what I want, when I want.”

  “Not to me.”

  I made a face and tried to get out of his grip but it was useless. I thought about raising my knee and giving him one in the bullocks but he must have read the look in my eyes and the thoughts running through my head because he injected a knee between mine and pressed himself into me. That’s when I felt the hardness of his cock press against my stomach.

  For some reason, even though a trickle of fear slithered through my body at seeing Sebastian this far gone, there was at the same time silky strands of arousal pulling and burning deep in my pussy, burning with need for him to fuck me and get it over with.

  “That’s right.” He chuckled and leaned into me, sniffing my neck then licking it slowly and thickly making me suck in a quick breath. “I can smell your pussy creaming for some of me. It wants me, Victoria. Just like you. You may be pissed at me right now but your body craves me.”

  “Fuck you.” I whispered fiercely even though his words made the burn deep in my womb, burn even more, burn with intensity.

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it. Admit it.” Sebastian’s grip on my cheek tightened as he looked me in the eyes. “You want me at this particular moment and yet, you hate me.”

  God, he knew me so well.

  “No, not really,” I lied and shook my head to try and dislodge his strong hands but it was futile. I gritted my teeth and fisted my hands against his chest. “I love you but I don’t particularly like you at this precise moment. You lied to me.”

  And let’s not forget that. He lied to me. This was becoming a habit, a habit that I didn’t like. I didn’t deserve it and I certainly didn’t ask for it and yet, he here was handing lies to me on platters. I wondered what was going to come next.

  Sebastian gritted his own teeth as his jaw hardened. His thumb swept along my bottom lip, pulling the plumpness down until he let it bounce back into place. “I lied to you, to protect you. Nothing more, Victoria,”

  “That’s bullshit.” I sneered, my lip curling up at the corner. “You lied to me because you didn’t want—“ I didn’t get to finish the rest of that sentence off because Sebastian slammed his mouth down onto mine and pulled my mouth open with his thumb so his tongue could thrust inside.

  This was the most intense kiss that Sebastian had given me. It was hard and unforgiving. It was brutal and bruising. His lips were punishing and unrelenting as his tongue forced it way into my mouth and dominated my own. His muscle scraped against my teeth and across the roof of my mouth and along the side of my walls.

  I was rapidly running out of breath, my lungs burning with needing renewed air. My hands clawed at his shoulders to get him to move away to give me the much needed air but at the same time, I was pulling him towards me, trying to climb up his chest to bring myself closer to him.

  Sebastian pulled away, panting heavily for breath. I closed my eyes as I swayed then squealed and clamped down on Sebastian’s biceps when he lifted me from the floor and carried me over to his big cherry wood desk. Sebastian set me down on the edge of the desk and with his free hand, swiped everything off in one great big swipe of his arm.

  I watched through arousal painted eyes as his belongings, paperwork and laptop all fell to the floor and bounced along the wooden planks. Bits of plastic and glass shattered and cracked and flew around the room.

  “Sebastian.” I croaked when he lifted me again and deposited me none to gently in the middle of the desk with a thud.

  “Enough.” he growled darkly and pushed me down so I was on my back. “I warned you.”

  My brows drew together as he placed his hands on the front of the pale blue shirt I’d worn for work. One minute I was wearing the shirt and the next; it was torn down the front into two pieces. White buttons pinged and flicked around us then my bra was next and my boobs bounced free. “What are you doing?”

  Sebastian’s eyes were wide and bright as his gaze took in my semi naked state. His hands smoothed over my boobs. I winced when he squeezed them tightly in his fists, no doubt leaving hand prints against the tender flesh. His hands slid down my belly to the button on my trousers. Instead of opening the button like a normal human being, he slipped his hands inside the tight material and pulled it apart, snapping the button and small black zip in the process.

  “Sebastian.” I said, panic tingeing my voice. He’d never been like this before. But at the same time, I was strangely turned on knowing that I was just about to get the fucking of my life.

  My trousers were pulled down my legs then my thong was removed next in two pieces so I was bare arse naked lying on his desk whilst he was still dressed. Sebastian ran his hands up and down my body, giving my nipples a tight pinch before looking me in the eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me now, Victoria.”

  “But you won’t stop.” And why didn’t that frighten the living daylights out of me?

  Sebastian hands moulded against my boobs, feeling and rolling them in his palms as he nodded. “You’re right. I won’t. So tell me now and I’ll let you get away from me beforehand.”

  “I want...” I didn’t know what I wanted. Part of me wanted to run away and be by myself, perhaps lick my wounds then another part of me wanted to stay and comfort him somehow like a partner or girlfriend whatever I was would do and then the last part of me wanted this anger from him, for his to match my own because I knew that together, fireworks would emit.

  “I’ll give you what you want.” Sebastian whispered as he stepped back a little and stripped out of his clothing, letting the expensive material fall to the floor. His light, brightened with anger eyes never left my own as he bared himself. I watched through heavy lidded eyes, his body come into view. His body was all hard and rippling with tight, rigid packed muscles that flexed and toned as he approached me.

  I swallowed hard at the sight of his rigid body then at the hard, aggressive cock bobbing heavily between his legs. His heavy swollen balls rolled in their sack as he moved towards me. My own legs opened instinctively for him, welcoming him. As he positioned himself between them, I opened my mouth to tell him to put something on that meaty cock but he suck
ed the breath right out of me when he entered me in one long thrust and a grunt. My pussy walls screamed in shock, palpitating against the intrusion.

  “Sebastian.” I yelped as pain as white as a blinding light railed through me like a steam train. Why the hell did he feel the need to slam inside me every time?

  “Fuck.” Sebastian shouted roughly. His hands bundled into fists against my chest. His hips receded until just the head of his meaty cock remained inside, easing some of my pain only for him to hand the pain back to me on a platter when he slammed back inside.

  I raised my hands as my eyes turned wet. “Sebastian.” I pushed against his shoulders as he began to withdraw and slam back against me. “Sebastian that hurt,” I gritted out, thumping my hands against his hard chest.

  “Take me, Victoria. I know you can. Just feel,”

  Was he taking the fucking piss? Feel? I did nothing but feel how much he’d torn me apart.

  “Feel it.” He ground out. His face pulled taunt as his hips fastened, snapping into me. Sweat beaded across his brow as his shoulders became even tenser than they already were. The lines of thick muscle across his shoulders tightened and strained with every forward movement.

  “I’m trying.” I said through panting breaths. I closed my eyes and held onto to the tops of his shoulders, my now shortened nails digging into his bronzed flesh as my back rubbed up and down against the cherry desk. I wrapped my legs around Sebastian’s waist and held on, feeling the pain beginning to leave me and pleasure take over.

  I gasped out a breath when Sebastian reared up and pulled me to the end of the desk. He stood up and held my legs in the crooks of his arms, forcing me to hold myself up or fall back. My nails scrabbled against the wood as he pounded into me, his big meaty cock hitting and aiming and shooting directly at my grappling pussy.