Chapter 12 Sebastian #2
“Courtney, do you need another drink or a muffin?” Starling asks.
Now, without even glancing in Tom’s direction, Courtney shakes her head. “I’m good.”
Tom’s jaw twitches, but he keeps his expression neutral as he nods, then turns and heads into the coffee shop.
“So, how have you been? Tell me everything,” Starling says, her tone too upbeat, too happy, as she toys with the necklace around her neck, running her finger along the links then back again.
Courtney’s attention dips to the necklace, her lips pursing. “That’s a beautiful necklace.”
“Oh, thank you. Sebastian got it for me, he loves to spoil me,” my little bird says with a dramatic sigh as she turns and presses a kiss to my lips.
“That’s quite the gift. It’s Cartier, isn’t it?” she asks.
Starling shrugs, because truthfully, she has no idea where the jewelry I get her is from or how much it costs. Without even realizing, Starling’s acting like a Cartier necklace is nothing special, although I doubt she’d be as nonchalant if she knew how much it cost.
“Seriously, how have you been? Are you still living on campus?” Starling asks, leaning her chin on her fist.
“Oh, yes, I’ve been in Livingstone House since I was a freshman, although I’m looking into an off-campus property because the college scene is getting a little old.”
“Honestly, moving off campus was the best thing we’ve done. It’s so much nicer having your own space,” Starling gushes. “You should come and see our house, you’d love it.”
“Your house,” Courtney chokes, trying to make it seem like a cough.
“Oh my god. I have the best idea. Skip your afternoon classes and let’s go back to ours. It’s on the beach. We can have some drinks and lay out by the pool. It’ll be so much fun.”
Courtney’s eyes are so wide, she looks like she’s going to be sick. The timing couldn’t be more perfect as Tom returns with Starling’s muffin on a plate. Unable to mask his expression, he starts to move toward Courtney, concern etched across his features.
“Oh, Tom, thank you so much,” Starling says, turning fully to look at him and stopping him from moving mid-step.
Clearly unsure what to do, Tom’s eyes dart between the woman he’s pretending not to know and Starling.
“James,” Starling calls, turning to look at her main bodyguard and, as of recently, driver. “Courtney is going to come home with us. We’re in the two-seater, but you have room for her in the SUV, don’t you?” she asks too sweetly.
We haven’t told James about his nephew’s betrayal, partly because there is a concern that he might have known about Tom’s agenda, but also because when we ruin Tom’s life, it’s important that the destruction is never linked back to us.
James’s eyes narrow a little as he assesses Starling.
He’s spent a lot of time with her in the last few weeks, and he knows that her behavior right now isn’t normal.
He knows her routine and is aware that not only is she finishing her degree online, but that beyond visiting her therapist and occasionally doing a little shopping, she rarely leaves the estate and only ever socializes with Bunny, January, and Sammy.
I’d guess right now, he’s probably wondering what the hell is going on and why my beautiful wife is acting like a vapid, spoiled princess, but instead of commenting on it or questioning her, he merely nods. “Of course, Mrs. Lockwood.”
Smiling, I silently remind myself to give him a raise once we’re one hundred percent confident that he is clueless to his nephew’s treachery.
“This is perfect. We can have a proper visit and catch up on everything that’s been happening in the last couple of years.
There’s also some beautiful property for sale in our neighborhood.
Imagine if you bought one, we could hang out all the time,” Starling says, so enthusiastically she sounds like she just got gifted a car by Oprah.
“Baby, could you message Armand and ask him to make lunch for us? Some salads and maybe some sushi,” Starling asks me.
“Who is Armand?” Courtney asks, her expression shell-shocked.
“Oh, he’s our chef,” Starling says.
“You have…” Coughing again, Courtney tries and fails to hide her sneer. “A chef?”
“Another gift,” Starling says. “I’m so lucky.” Turning, she flashes me an eye roll, then forces a smile back to her face as she looks back to Courtney.
Barely pausing for long enough for Courtney to get a word in, Starling talks incessantly, boasting about our home, our life, and our many vacations until her coffee and muffin are gone.
“I’m so happy that we ran into you,” she says, pushing out of my lap and making grabby hands at Courtney until she stands too.
The moment she’s upright, Starling hooks their arms together and drags her away from the table, waiting for me to follow and for our convoy of security to surround us.
Once we’re all encased in the circle of guards, Starling starts walking again, chatting animatedly as she tows the bitch who’s dared to try to threaten us toward the valet station.
The moment Courtney is safely ensconced inside our security’s SUV, Starling lets the spoiled princess act fall away and slumps in her seat. “Jesus, being peppy and vapid is exhausting.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh. “Little Bird, I love you so much,” I tell her as we pull away from campus and turn toward home.
“We need Clay to get to our house so he can do his thing and clone her cell or whatever. I want to know how they contact each other and what they say. But first, I want her to see what she’s never going to get. Then we can decide how to ruin her life.”
“Little Bird, you’re the perfect fucking psycho. I’m going to enjoy putting a baby in you later tonight. But first, take those shorts off and spread your legs.”
Blinking, she pauses for only a second before she unfastens the button on her shorts and pushes them down her thighs until they slip to her ankles.
“Panties too.”
Her panties slip down next, leaving her perfect pussy bare to my eyes.
“Push your fingers inside your cunt and make yourself come.”
“What if someone sees?” she questions, her breathy voice belying her pretense at concern.
“Then we’ll ruin them too,” I growl, struggling to keep my attention on the road as she smiles, then slips her fingers between her legs and starts to finger fuck herself.
I barely see the road as her fingers move between her thighs, and my dick hardens until I’m on the verge of losing control and ruining my pants.
“Are you close?” I growl.
“I don’t know,” she pants, turning to look at me with wild eyes.
“Perhaps you need a little motivation. If you don’t make yourself come before we get home, then you’ll have to wait until tonight when I fuck my baby into you. I’ll keep you on edge for the rest of the day, but I won’t let you come until it’s on my dick.”
Like my threat was the motivation she needed, she comes with a cry, throwing her head back, and letting the sound of her pleasure fill the car.
“Fuck, Little Bird,” I growl, reaching down and squeezing my dick until it hurts.
Reaching over, I grab her hand, dragging it from inside of her and pulling her fingers into my mouth, sucking the arousal from her skin.
Laving her fingers with my tongue, I lick every drop of her flavor off until all I can taste is her.
“Get dressed before I pull over and fuck you,” I growl. “But when we get home, excuse yourself to the bathroom, then bend over the counter and wait for me. I want you full of my cum while you show that bitch how fucking perfect our life is.”
The scent of sex fills my nose as we wait for the gates to open and drive into the private estate that houses all of our homes. A part of me wishes that Courtney was in our car with us, just to see the look on her face. But the SUV behind us has internal cameras, so we can watch later.
Following the road around to our house, I park the car in the driveway, then kill the engine. Climbing out, I open Starling’s door and pull her to her feet. Claiming her lips, I kiss her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth and sharing the taste of her orgasm with her.
I don’t pay attention to anything but her, and by the time I finally free her, Courtney and a clearly amused James are waiting behind us.
Flushed a little pink, her pupils dilated and lips swollen, Starling sways a little as I step to the side, revealing my ruffled wife to the serpent we’re bringing into our home.
“Come on, Court, let me show you around,” Starling says, reaching for Courtney and towing her excitedly toward the front door.
“Sir,” James says, making me pause as I start to move forward to follow Starling.
Turning, I wait for him to say anything, but his eyes slide to the retreating backs of the ladies before they move back to me.
“Sir, I know it might not be my place to comment, but Ms. Ortega…” He pauses. “I remember an altercation between Mrs. Lockwood and her a few years back. She said some things to Mrs. Lockwood that almost had me breaking cover and stepping in.”
Exhaling, I nod. “You’re a good man, James,” I tell him. “And you can call her Starling, I know she’s asked you too.”
Instead of commenting, he nods again.
“My wife is a very intelligent woman. She knows what she’s doing,” I assure him.
His eyes widen, then narrow a little, before a vague understanding settles across his expression. “Yes, sir.”
“Sebastian, or Bastian,” I tell him.
Nodding once again, he takes a step back, and I turn for the house, following the sound of my wife’s voice.
“Don’t you just love it?” Starling says enthusiastically when I find her and Courtney on the patio. “Sebastian had the architect work in every tiny little thing I said I wanted. He’s so good to me.”