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“From now on, every time you say something I don’t like, or pull some stunt I didn’t authorize, my father’s ticket hoe gets delayed another year. Do the math. Figure out how many idiotic things you can squeeze in before le drops dead over there.”
“Sebastian-“Gwendolyn started, panic sharp in her voic Reginald slapped his hand over her mouth again.
“We won’t say another word. About anything. Especially not Eleanor. Never again. She’s family. We love her. Lige a daughter.”
He turned to me with a forced smile.
“Truly. Like our own.”
When Sebastian’s shoulders eased just slightly, Reginald let out a breath and rubbed his palms together.
“Sebastian, listen…” he started, voice syrupy.
“You’ve come all this way to see me. Look at all these outsiders cluttering the place. Don’t you think it’s better if we clear the room and just have a proper father-son chat?”
“About Africa…” Sebastian dragged it out.
I watched Reginald’s face twitch with hope, like an idiot unwrapping a present he’d already peeked at.
“You’re still going.”
Reginald stiffened. The color drained from his cheeks.
He started coughing, hand to his chest like he’d been punched.
“Can’t we… negotiate?” he wheezed.
“You can walk out or be wheeled out. Those are the only options.”
Heavy, dragging steps echoed down the hall.
A short while later, Edouard Laurent appeared in the doorway, hunched, cane digging into the floor.
A nurse hovered beside him, one arm hooked under his elbow.
He looked half-collapsed already, sweat beading under his gray hair, lips pale, breathing ragged.
Even his hospital gown hung lopsided on his frame, like it couldn’t be bothered to cling to someone so close to expiry.
“Sebastian,” Edouard rasped, “this is disgraceful. He’s your father. You’re behaving like a goddamn thug-
“Grandpa, you’re not well. You should stop talking. And you’re old. Stay out of this.”
The old man stiffened.
His knuckles tightened around the cane.
“I’m tired,” he muttered, and turned around before ever crossing the threshold.
“Dad!” Reginald shouted after him.
Edouard didn’t look back.
Sebastian looked down at Reginald.
“Have you decided?”
Reginald didn’t lift his head. His voice came out hoarse. I’ll go.”
“Good.”
Sebastian flicked a look at Dominic, who snapped to attention and motioned to the four men by the door.
They closed in on Reginald without a word.
One of them took his suitcase.
Another opened the door.
Reginald didn’t resist. He just let them walk him out like a convict on his final stroll.
The room emptied in seconds.
Gwendolyn dropped onto the mattress, spine bent, face pale.
She looked like a wind-up toy that had finally stopped ticking.
Sebastian didn’t let her catch her breath.
“I’ve noticed you’ve had a lot of free time lately. You’ll be staying home from now on. No shopping. No luncheons. Your cards are frozen.”
Gwendolyn stared at him, her mouth slightly open.
“The house allowance? Gone. Since Grandfather’s in hospital and my father’s going to be deep in the jungle, the staff is being cut. If you want to keep your driver, your chef, your cleaner, pay them yourself. Oh, and your year-end dividends from LGH? Cancelled.”
Her head snapped up.
“What?”
He didn’t repeat it.
Her eyes rolled back.
She tipped sideways and collapsed onto the mattress, limbs stiff, face slack.
Sebastian and I looked at each other.
I asked, “Did she just pass out?”
“Looks like it.”
I turned and bolted for the hallway, found a nurse halfway down, and waved her over.
She brought a doctor and two more nurses.
All four rushed in, crowding around the bed.
One held Gwendolyn’s wrists.
Another pressed hard under her nose with a knuckle.
The third adjusted the monitor.
Gwendolyn’s eyes cracked open about twenty seconds ler.
She blinked, caught sight of Sebastian standing in the middle of the room, and made a strangled sound.
Her head flopped sideways.
Out cold again.
Chapte I reached for him, rolling the condom down over his length.
Sebastian groaned low in his throat, his body tensing above mine, hips jerking at the contact.
His hands braced on either side of my head, his knuckles whitening slightly.
He murmured my name, his voice rough with pleasure.
I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking up to his face.
There was no alcohol clouding my senses this time, no hazy veil to soften the edges.
Every sensation was vivid, raw.
The memory of that first night in the hotel came rushing back-not just the physicality, but the vulnerability, the reckless thrill of giving myself to someone who made me feel both fearless and fragile all at once.
That night, I’d been drunk.
Now, I was wide awake, and drowning in feeling.
Watching me closely, Sebastian pressed inside slowly, inch by torturous inch, letting me stretch and adjust, his jaw clenched tight as he fought for control.
I gasped softly, arching into him, my fingers curling into his shoulders.
My body softened around him, opening, welcoming.
He didn’t move at first, just held himself there, buried deep, his forehead resting against mine.
“You good?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, blinking back tears I hadn’t realized had formed.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He kissed me then, slow and sweet.
Each thrust was careful, coaxing my nerves alight until warmth pooled low in my belly.
My body responded instinctively, my hips rising to meet his rhythm, shyness melting under the weight of desire When I moaned into his mouth, Sebastian exhaled sharply through his nose, his pace beginning to quicken.
His control began to slip.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper my nails tracing lines down his back.
I met each of his thrusts with a roll of my hips, my earlie hesitation entirely forgotten.
He shifted, angling deeper, and I cried out, clutching hit tighter.
The bed groaned beneath our movement, the air thick with sweat and want Our bodies moved together as if we’d always known how as if we’d never been apart.
I stared at her, then turned to the doctor.
“Is she dying or just being dramatic?”