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“Focus, gossip later. Just find out what you can.”
“Fine, fine.” She sighed.
“I think I heard Cas say something the other day. Lemme call him.”She disappeared into the loo with her phone and reappeared barely three minutes later.
Got the goods, Cassian says Sebastian’s been hong up on some girl for years. Problem is, she’s got a boyfriend. He never had a shot, but apparently he’s still not over her. Hasn’t dated anyone ele since.”I stared at my drink, my fingers tightening around the glass.
So that was the ghost in his closet.
Yvaine went on.
“But that was ages ago. Sebastian went off to Europe, and Cas doesn’t exactly have eyes on his love life over there So whatever intel he’s got could be totally outdated?
“Or he’s still not over her,” I said, half to myself.
Yvaine gave me a long look. Then-bam realisation hit.
Her face morphed into a cocktail of pity, sympathy, and full-body cringe.
“Wait. Oh no. Honey, you’ve actually fallen for him? Are you serious? I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And richer than every ancestor I’ve got going back to the Bronze Age. But if he’s still hung up on someone else and you go chasing him… isn’t that just you and Daniel all over again?”
“Exactly,” I said.
And that was the point.
If Sebastian was still pining for some long-lost ex, that just confirmed one thing-he wasn’t expecting anything from me..
Then this marriage was exactly what he said it was.
A cold, clean, no-strings deal.
“If that’s the case,” I muttered, “marrying him doesn’t sound too bad…”Yvaine shrieked.
“What marriage? Who the hell are you marrying?”
She didn’t even wait for me to answer.
“Please tell me it’s not Rotten Daniel. Elean, babe, I swear, if you’re even thinking about going back to that sentient trash fire-“
“It’s not him,” I cut in.
“It’s Sebastian.”Her jaw hit the floor.
She stared at me in mute horror for a full two minutes.
Just blinking. Processing.
Probably trying to remember if I’d hit my head recently.
Then finally: “You drunk? Did you eat something weird? Did Daniel spike your drink with stupid pills? You’re marrying Sebastian Laurent? Like, for real real?”I nodded.
“Thinking about it.”Yvaine reached out and felt my forehead like she was checking for a fever.
“Darling, are you okay? Do we need to call someone? The Grangers have clearly scrambled your brain. You think you can just marry a Laurent like ordering a cake?”I grabbed her wrist and gently lowered her hand.
“Let me explain,” I said, then walked her through the whole quickie marriage proposal situation.
The more I talked, the wider her mouth got.
By the time I was done, she looked like someone could’ve shoved a tennis ball in there and she wouldn’t even notice.
I reached over and gently shut her jaw for her “That’s the deal. He came to me, not the other way round. I’m still hinking it through.”Yvaine rebooted after about a minute of blank staring, then shot off the bar stool like her arse had caught fire and grabbed both my hands in a death grip.
“What’s there to think through? Elean, don’t think, just do! Marry him tomorrow! He’s, like, a million times better than Rotten Daniel. There is literally no man in Skyline more gorgeous and loader than Sebastian fucking Laurent!”I pulled her back down onto the stool.
“Okay, calm the hell down. Marriage is still kind of a big deal, don’t you think? This feels… too fast.”
“Fast is the new normal,” she fired back.
“Half the city’s out here getting hitched after three Tinder swipes. Say yes first, panic later. Worst case, you divorce. Best case, you get to stare at that face every morning over coffee. Win-win.”Then she smirked, her whole expression going full perv.
“And let’s be real, you marry him, things are bound to liven up in the bedroom. I mean, you’ve got first-hand experience, haven’t you? He probably fuc-“I smacked the back of her head.
“Jesus, get your brain out of the gutter!”Yvaine dropped the act, her voice going serious.
“Look, all jokes aside, Sebastian’s solid, at least from what I’ve known about him so far. Plus, can you imagine Daniel’s face when he finds out you married a Laurent? He’ll have a fucking meltdown. I’ll throw a party just to rub it in.”By the time we’d dissected every angle, drawn diagrams, and ranked Sebastian’s abs on a ten-point scale (he scored twelve), I’d already made up my mind.
After work the next day, I was lying on my sofa like a corpse, clutching my phone.
I’d written and rewritten the damn message so many times, my thumbs were sore.
Every time I hovered over Send, I chickened out and hit backspace By the time the clock hit eight, I’d typed a whole novella and deleted all of it.
And then the lights cut out.
Dead. Black. Silent.
I just lay there blinking like, seriously?
My old apartment went dark every time someone sneezed too hard Now this one was on the same bullshit?
I shot upright and jabbed the property management number.
No answer.
Tried again.
Still nothing.
Third time-voicemail.
“Brilliant,” I muttered, already half-pissed.
Wasn’t Oakwood Apartments supposed to be under Laurent Global Holdings?
Sebastian Laurent owned the place.
He even had a flat here, so unless he liked showering in the dark, be should’ve sorted this crap out ages ago.
I shoved on some fluffy slippers and padded out into the hallway.
When Eleanor knocked, Sebastian was rising time off his hands.
He’d just been down in the stairwell, flipping the main breaker.
Manufactured blacken.
It wasn’t an original move, but it was effective.
Three days.
He’d given her three whole days to respond.
She hadn’t.
He was already losing his mind.
He’d spent the entire day in the office glued to his phone.
Every notification made his pulse spike, but none of the messages was from her.
Cassian had asked him out for drinks that evening but he shut it down.
He was too restless, too wired.
Having wrapped his work early, he drove straight to Oakwood Apartments.
He knew she was in her flat, but if she wouldn’t come to him, then..
He cut the power.
A minute later, he was in the stairwell, fiddling with the fuse box while she held up her phone as a torch.
A few seconds later, the lights snapped back on.
“Thanks!” Eleanor sounded relieved.
“I’ll go check if everything’s okay.”
“Just a minute.” Sebastian turned.
“Miss Vance, have you made up your mind?”She blinked.
The hallway lights lit up the hesitation on her face as he closed the distance.
She stepped back instinctively.
He still towered over her, close enough to catch the way her lashes fluttered.
The way she chewed her bottom lip as if it could help her decide.
Christ. That mouth.
He remembered exactly how it tasted, that night in the hotel room He remembered how it had moaned through clenched teeth, how it had gone slack when she came.
It hadn’t said his name, though.
That was the one imperfection in an otherwise flawless night.
She hadn’t known who he was then.
She would now.
Sebastian clenched his jaw and forced the thought away.