Epilogue
Mia
It’s been two weeks since we buried my father. It’s been two weeks since Sebastian’s treated me like I’m a new kid for him to take care of.
It’s worse than when we first made it to Hong Kong.
He’s taken care of all the family affairs and set my mother up in a luxury apartment across town.
He’s been nothing but perfect, but I don’t want perfect. I want messy. I want passion. I want the kind of love Sebastian and I shared in London only a few weeks ago.
I want it all, but I don’t know how to broach the subject with him. He’s been relentless in making sure I eat and take care of myself when I’m missing my father.
Dean and Sebastian have also made sure I’m watched around the clock since Bishop still hasn’t surfaced. There’s still no word on how the other daughters are handling lockdown either.
I sit in my apartment, waiting on Sebastian and Dean to finish installing a second security camera in my hallway.
I watch as Sebastian turns the screwdriver in his hands. He smiles at me.
I don’t stop watching, staring at him and remembering the way he held me tight after he made love to me. I want that feeling again.
“I’ll be right back,” Sebastian tells Dean.
He gives me a look and I stand from the couch in my living room, following Sebastian to my bedroom so we can be alone to talk.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask, slamming my door shut.
“What do you mean?” He shoves his hands into his pants pockets.
“I mean. You haven’t touched me. You haven’t even looked at me since we’ve been home. Was I just something to pass the time in London?”
Sebastian’s eyes widen. “What? No, Mia.”
“I just don’t get it. Do you hate me or something?”
“Hate you? I’m trying to make everything perfect.” He steps closer to me, reaching out his hands to touch me and then draws them back.
“I don’t want perfect, Sebastian. I want messy. I want you and me... the imperfect way we are.
A slow smile spreads on his handsome face. “I can do messy.”
“The kidnapping, ironically, actually gave me freedom to discover things about myself… I want my business, and I’ll get it on my own terms without anyone dictating my life. I’m kinky and I’m not ashamed of it. I like seeing the world and plan to see a lot more of it. With you.”
He pulls me in. “I don’t say this often, actually, I never say this… I love you, Mia.”
My heart swells, aches, and finds its purpose. “I love you, too.”
And then he picks me up and swings me around. “I can do very messy.” And then he kisses me and when he sets me down back on my feet, Dean crashes through the door.
“Just got a hold of Stefan. Bianca’s not with him.”
Sebastian’s smile drops. “Where is she?”
“Bishop’s man got to her.”