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[Is that really Sebastian posting? Or did @MVanceJewels make a fake account to hype herself up?]
[Yeah, sure. And I’m Beyonc?. Check the gold tick, you moron.]
He looked smug and vindicated.
His thumb hovered, then started tapping again.
“Sebastian-“
Too late.
He hit post.
I swiped his phone out of reflex.
He didn’t stop me.
I read the new post:
[This is my wife @MVanceJewels.]
The new wave of comments hit within seconds:
[@MVanceJewels and Mr Laurent look insane together. Match made in heaven.]
[Think about it. If this was fake, it would’ve fallen apart by now. Obviously real.]
[Where’d all the shit-talkers go? Suddenly shy?]
[Still think Rowan Hale suits him more, but whatever.]
[Let it go, freak. Even Rowan said they’re just friends. You lot are embarrassing yourselves.]
[Who cares if Rowan’s famous abroad? She’s irrelevant here. @MVanceJewels” followers will soon outnumber hers. Sit down.]
[Is that really Sebastian posting? Or did @MVanceJewels make a fake account to hype herself up?]
[Yeah, sure. And I’m Beyonc?. Check the gold tick, you moron.]
Even the handful still trying to insult me were shouted down.
Sebastian tossed the phone on the bed and caught me before I could climb out.
His arms locked around my waist.
“I don’t like watching you get trashed by strangers.”
“You’ve been dodging interviews for years,” I said, frowning.
“Now you’re dropping back-to-back posts like a wannabe influencer. That’s not going to look good “
“Who cares how it looks?”
He dragged the duvet up and over both of us, stole my phone mid-reach, and flung it to the other side of the mattress.
His voice dropped low near my ear.
“Now there’s no more bullshit to deal with. We have time.”
Time to pick up where we left off last night and earlier this morning.
His eyes telegraphed the message to me,. I blinked back a reply.
He yanked the covers up again, sealing us in.
We didn’t get far.
Someone started knocking, fast and loud.
Sebastian cursed.
“Eleanor? You up?” Prescott’s voice came through the door.
“There’s a car downstairs already. The organizers want to take us to the venue soon.”
Shit.
I wriggled out from under the covers and lunged for my phone.
The screen lit up: 9:32.
The shuttle for the tour was coming at ten.
I slapped Sebastian’s arm.
“Get up. I’m late.”
I raised my voice.
“One sec! I’ll be down soon.”
I jumped out of bed and bolted for the bathroom.
“I’ve only got thirty minutes. Don’t distract me.”
I caught his reflection in the mirror as I wiped moisturizer across my face.
“Seriously. Don’t start. I don’t have time.”
He leaned against the glass door and drawled, “Relax. I’m not here to bother you.”
He didn’t come closer, just stood there, a few meters back, arms crossed, watching.
Igrabbesla brush and yanked it through my hair.
I nishest in under twenty Hair pinnest back, breath minty, light makeup-just enough to not look half-dead.
I slid on a pair of hoops and swiped the lipstick across my mouth.
“Time check?”
Sebastian glanced at his watch.
“Nine fifty.”
“Good. Team still make it.”
I strode to the door.
He stepped in front of it.
“Move”
“Nope”
I frowned.
“What are you doing? I’m seriously out of time.”
He tapped the corner of his mouth with his tinger.
I went up on my toes and planted a quick kiss right where he pointed.
It lett a red mark on his skin, a perfect smudge of lipstick that made his face look ridiculous,
I laughed.
“Happy now?”
He scowled on purpose, then grabbed my waist and shoved me up against the door.
His mouth landed on mine before I could dodge it.
My breath vanished.
I slapped his chest once, twice.
Between kisses, I muttered, “Lipstick. That’s my lipstick, you idiot.”
He didn’t let go.
One arm was locked around my back, the other gripping any wrist.
I squirmed, but he kept going like he hadn’t heard a thing Then came the knock.
“Eleanor? Are you ready? It’s nearly ten!”
Prescott’s voice snapped me out of it.
I made a muffled noise, wrestled Sebastian’s hand oft my waist and shouted, “Coming!”
He stepped back, lips stained red.
I looked up at him and burst out laughing I rushed to the mirror.
My makeup had held up, barely, but most of the lipstick was gone.
I reached for the tube.
“You made me waste all that lipstick.”
Sebastian came up behind me, wiped my lower lip with his humb.
“There, better now. Pink suits you.”