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I wobbled sideways like a baby deer on ice, nearly twisting my ankle into a right-angled tragedy.
Sebastian’s arm shot out, catching me before I could fully embarrass myself.
Still dizzy-high, really-from that kiss (or was it kisses? That series of escalating, breath-stealing, life-shortening assaults on my self-control), I seriously considered letting him carry me inside.
But we weren’t alone.
The driver was still there.
He was no doubt discreet-he worked for Sebastian, after all-but I could practically feel the popcorn in his mental hand and the gossipy sparkle in his eyes.
I patted Sebastian’s arm to tell him I was fine and that he should let go.”
The moment he did, I bolted into the house.
Behind me, I heard a low chuckle.
I scrambled up the stairs, half-limping, half-flying.
Just legged it to my room and flung myself face-first into the bed, pulling the blanket over my head.
My lips still tingled, swollen and slick, haunted by the memory of his mouth-demanding, consuming, like he was trying to suck the soul out of me.
And God help me, I’d let him.
Melted into him like butter on a hot skillet.
Yvaine’s voice rang in my head: “Hot guy. No emotional baggage. Ride him like a stolen bike and get the glow-up your love life needs.”Maybe she had a point.
Maybe I’d been clinging too hard to an outdated model-emotions first, sex later.
With Daniel, it had been all longing gazes and high-minded ideals, Ike I was in love with the concept of him more than the man himself.
But this was different.
No strings, no expectations.
Just heat. Hunger. A one-year contract and a man who kissed like he wanted to rewrite my DNA.
Maybe it was time to reframe this whole fake marriage.
Call it what it really was: a one-year stand.
I propped myself up on both elbows and stared towards the door.
I didn’t know what I was thinking.
Didn’t know what I was expecting.
The bedroom door was unlocked.
Maybe he would…
My gaze lingered on the handle, half-daring it to move.
Half-terrified it might. errupted Sebastian watched her bolt into the house, all flailing limbs and flushed checks.
He let out a short, low laugh.
Then he turned to Gino still hovering by the car door.
“Next time, don’t drive so bloody fast.”The driver nodded.
“Yes, boss.”He didn’t argue the obvious that Sebastian was usually the one barking at him to step on it.
He valued his job, and his kneecaps.
Sebastian walked into the house, loosening his tie as he went.
The living room was quiet.
Eleanor was already upstairs.
Probably in her bedroom.
Probably thinking about the kiss.
He was.
Sebastian took the stairs two at a time.
Would her door be locked?
Would she open it if he knocked?
His mind was already undressing her again-he hadn’t even taken off her shoes earlier, and the thought was driving him insane.
He quickened his pace, rounded the corner-
His phone buzzed.
Sebastian froze mid-step, jaw tightening.
He yanked the phone out of his pocket, saw the name flash on the screen, then glanced back at her door.
Then down at the raging hard-on in his trousers.
He let out a muttered curse, turned on his heel, and stalked to the study.
The door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the frame.
Inside, Sebastian stood by the window, the overhead light catching the hard angles of his face.
He held the phone to his ear like he wanted to crush it.
“What.”
“Where have you been? You’ve been dodging my calls all day,” Reginald snapped.
“The Harbourview District mess. What are you planning to do about it? And when are you planning on notifying the board?”
“Harbourview’s not your concern,” Sebastian said.
“Stick to the branch office. You run Laurent City Estates, not LGH.”
“Don’t forget, I still hold shares in LGH. And Harbourview’s a major deal. I told you and that Langford boy-both too green, too eager-that this would blow up in your faces. Now look. I heard the scaffolding collapsed in the wind and hit a guard. If even I’ve heard of it, half the city probably has by now. Are you trying to get us sued?”Sebastian’s jaw flexed.
He thought of the hospital room.
Fluorescent lights buzzing.
The stench of antiseptic.
The dull beeping of machines doing what a broken body couldn’t.
Ramon Vega-thirty-four, married, father of two-had taken the full weight of a twisted scaffold bar across the side of his skull.
Skull fracture. Internal bleeding. Coma.
No prognosis yet.
“It wasn’t the wind,” Sebastian said evenly.
“I was on-site within the Four. That frame didn’t buckle from gusts. The welds gave out. Shit materials.”Someone had greased the wrong palm.
He’d known it the second he’d seen the bent beams.
Steel like aluminium foil. Cracks running through weld seams like veins in dry clay.
No way it was up to code.
He and Cassian had pulled an all-nighter, elbows-deep in supplier logs, invoices, shipping manifests.
“Half the structure would’ve crumbled if someone sneezed,” Sebastian said.
“I shut it down. Full audit’s underway. We’re reordering materials. There’ll be delays.”
“Delays? You think the city’ll eat that?”
“They’ll have to. I’d rather take the hit on the timeline than have another body bag on site. If that’s a problem for the board, they can bring it up at the next vote.”Reginald simpered.
“You’ve got a lot on your plate. If you can’t handle this, maybe I should come back and supervise.”Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose.
The hard-on was long gone, and in its place, a headache was settling in nicely.
“Sure. I’ll bring you back. You can personally check the stability of every single scaffolding pole. Daily.”
“What? I was thinking more of a management position.”
“No.”Reginald spluttered on the other end.
“I’m your father! You think I’ve got the stamina for that kind of grunt work?”
“You wanted to be involved. I’m making that happen. I’ll have the appointment letter drafted by morning.”
“No-no, wait, forget it, I’m good where I am…” Reginald backpedalled fast.
He might’ve been arrogant, but he wasn’t suicidal.
One full day on-site and he’d be carried out in a body bag-or at least a neck brace.
“This is a government project,” he switched tactics, tone suddenly cautious.
“The press already caught a whiff of it. Some trash blogs are reporting it. If this trends, stock will drop. You should’ve killed the story the second it broke.”Sebastian’s patience snapped clean in half.