Chapter 28
Sebastian
“Earth to Sebastian!” Fingers snap in my face and I jerk backwards.
“Sebastian…. Helllllo???” Jonathan says waving his hand in front of me annoyingly.
I glare at him and he leans back in his chair casually.
“What the fuck man, what’s going on with you? This is the third morning meeting this week you have zoned out on us?” Jonathan asks.
Before I get a chance to answer, Xavier pipes in, “He’s probably tired from all the ass he’s been scoring since coming back from his trip with his intern last month.”
“My man!” Jonathan yells, raising his hand in anticipation for a high five. “Fucking your intern, hell ya!”
“Put your hand down Jonathan,” Jamison says, without looking up from his phone. He’s typing a mile a minute and quite aggressively. I wonder who he’s messaging.
“He’s not fucking Riley. In fact, he’s fucking everyone but her at the moment in what I assume to be an attempt to either make her jealous or get thoughts of her out of his system,” Jamison says matter of-factly.
“What gave you that impression?" Xavier says sarcastically.
“Kaz,” Jamison states plainly.
Jonathan‘s head whips towards his brother quickly and he asks “When were you with Kaz?,” a slight hint of jealousy just barely there.
“I wasn’t. I overheard Riley speaking with Kaz about her trip and came to my own conclusion. She mentioned a blonde and a voyeuristic experience inside the villa. Although she did sound quite upset about the situation. I believe her exact words were, "I can't believe he let that bimbo suck him off…”
“Enough!” I yell, slamming both my hands on the table. “I have work to do,” I growl, storming out the door.
“Oh man, it was just getting good,” I hear Jonathan say while Xavier chuckles.
I don’t know if I’m more pissed that Riley told Kaz what happened on the trip or that Jamison overheard them talking and I didn’t. I can’t stop thinking about how she said it. Was she angry or jealous or maybe both? Is she still thinking about it, wishing it was her? What is she doing with Nate? Is he treating her well?
He better not be putting his hands on her. If I find out he grabs her again like he did at the Christmas party, I swear I really will break all of his fingers. I shake my head. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I think to myself. Why do I even care? I can have practically any woman I want. Why am I wasting my time thinking about one who clearly still wants her loser husband?!
Because she’s not a loser, I internally argue with myself. She’s fucking beautiful and brilliant. She is perfection. She is a goddess only worthy of a god. No man will be able to give her what I can. I shake my head again. I need to get the fuck out of here and blow some steam off.
I’ve been so immersed in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’ve made it all the way down the elevator to the bottom floor when the door dings to open. Riley is standing there ready to walk in, and her eyes light up upon seeing me. She looks like she wants to say something to me, but I can’t deal with her hot and cold right now so I storm past her, not even sparing a glance in her direction. I hope she enjoys having a taste of her own medicine, I think to myself and head to my second favorite place in the world. The gym will get me out of my head for a bit and if that doesn’t work, I have a cute redhead blowing up my phone who will.