Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
He probably did. Who else could have done it?
I had very fuzzy memories of last night and I must have fallen into a deep slumber before waking up this morning. The last thing I remembered was that I…
Sebastian made me came so much as part of his punishment…and my body was still feeling the consequences of that.
25 more days with Sebastian in this penthouse. That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I woke up. I didn’t put up a calendar to strike out the days that had passed because there was no need to. I would accurately count down the days until these 30 torturous days ran out and I could return to my normal life.
I showered, got dressed in casual clothes and left my bedroom. This has become my morning routine since I moved into this penthouse. As usual, I didn’t expect to see Sebastian today. I thought that just like the other days, Sebastian would be out and avoid contact with me.
However, it seemed that today Sebastian had other plans in mind as he sat there at the dining table eating chocolate cake and sipping tea from a blue and white porcelain teacup.
Chocolate cakes and tea did not suit the image that I had of him at all. He seemed so at peace and unlike his drunken self from the nights before. I watched him silently as I felt a heat rise in my face as I remember what he did to me last night…
Sure, I broke the rule, but it wasn’t intentional. It was an emergency, and I did it for his own good. What he did was clearly wrong, and I could feel his touch on my skin even though I’ve taken a good long shower.
Unlike before, I knew now that he wasn’t drunk and that he remembered everything that transpired between us the night that I entered his room and he definitely remembered what happened between us last night. I hated the fact that we lived together because that meant that I had no real place to hide, not that I could hide away from him forever.
However, that did not make facing him this morning any easier. I still didn’t know what to say to him or what face to make. Sebastian’s presence still disturbs me, and I feel insecure and anxious whenever he was around.
Putting on a brave act, I slowly came out of where I was hiding and slowly approached the dining table where Sebastian was seated.
We’re supposed to live separately, and I couldn’t agree more to that, but I had to keep my part of the deal. I had to do something for Sebastian today and cooking breakfast for him and just leaving it on the table was no longer an option. What should I do for him?
“Well, good morning, Miss Grace. Would you care for some cake and tea?” Auntie came to my side and asked cheerily when she saw that I had seated myself opposite to Sebastian on the dining table.
Sebastian, on the other hand, continued to concentrate on his tea and the phone in his hand as if I didn’t exist in the same plane of universe as he did. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at him, but I was sure that he didn’t even see it.
“I’ll just have the tea, thank you,” I replied with a friendly smile at Auntie.
“Eating cakes seemed to help cure Master Sebastian of his hangover and puts him in a better mood,” Auntie chimed in happily as she poured tea for both Sebastian and me.
I took a sip of the tea that Auntie had poured, feeling slightly surprised at the aromatic fruity smell of the tea. Sebastian is drinking the same tea as me, was this the kind of tea that he likes. Sweet cakes and fruity tea just didn’t seem to suit his ultra-violent and overbearing image at all.
I watched Sebastian intently from the rim of my teacup as I continued to sip tea. Sebastian was dressed in a simple white shirt with very few buttons buttoned, exposing his well-toned chest muscles, and a pair of light blue jeans. His light blond hair was still damp making it appear darker than normal and combed back roughly. His blue eyes were focused on his mobile’s screen.
“What are you staring at? Liking what you see?” he spoke up so suddenly that I gasped in shock before I could control myself.
Sebastian didn’t even look at me, his eyes were still glued to his phone screen while he typed away with the pad of thumb.
“I wasn’t…staring,” I denied softly.
“Oh yeah? Well, not that it matters,” Sebastian replied without a care.
Sebastian went back to pretending that I didn’t exist as he sighed and continued typing on his phone faster as his brows knitted together. Soon after, his phone started vibrating and he cursed under his breath before answering the call.
“I told you that I’m not going…” Sebastian said loudly.
Clearly, he did not mind if I overheard his conversation. Although, I had to say that I had no idea what he was talking about or who he was talking to.
“Fuck it…it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not going,” Sebastian spat through the phone, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
After what seemed like a short while of convincing from the other end of the line, Sebastian heaved a loud sigh as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. He looked bored, annoyed, and very frustrated at best.
Whoever was on the other end of the line was probably pestering him to do something that he didn’t want to do or go somewhere that he didn’t want to go.
“Fine. I guess I do owe you from before…I’ll get you out of this one…” Sebastian said in defeat as he heaved a sigh.
I could hear a loud cheer and laughter from the other end of the line before Sebastian quickly hung up the call. I wondered what that was all about. However, as always, it had nothing to do with me. Now, I have to quickly come up with an idea of what to do for Sebastian today so that I can get that over and done with.
Easier said than done. Nothing was coming to mind. I had just finished my first cup and tea and no good ideas were popping into my head. I started furrowing my brows together and I looked around the room for some inspiration. Should I just ask Sebastian straight out what he wanted and get it over with?
“Get dressed. You’re coming with me,” Sebastian said in a commanding voice as he looked at me for the first time since I entered the room.
“…Huh? Me?” I exclaimed in shock as I pointed a finger towards myself.
“Who else is here?” He asked sarcastically.
Sure, we were now the only two people in the room but that was not that I meant. Did he seriously want me to go with him? Where? Why? I was so confused that I didn’t know what to say for a moment.
“Where are we going?” I asked, confused.
“I said…get dressed…” Sebastian repeated, his patients running thin.
“Get dressed…as in…” I said, confused. As far as I was concerned, I was dressed.
Does that mean that we’re going somewhere fancy where I needed to dress up more? These casual clothes were not enough, I guess. It wasn’t like I had any fancy clothes or anything in my closet, but I guess I do have something that looks better than shirt and jeans.
Still confused, but with Sebastian’s pressuring glare, I headed back to my bedroom to slip on something dressier. I opened my closet and picked up one of the few dresses that I had. It wasn’t like I had a lot of options to choose from. Out of the few dresses that I had, I picked out a light pink knee-length dress with rose print that I felt looked decent.
“Are you done?!”
I heard Sebastian shouting loud and clear as he banged on my bedroom door. That guy is clearly out of his mind. How fast does he expect me to change clothes? Seriously!