Chapter 2 #2
“Want me to grab us some food? It’s a bunch of fancy stuff, but we can get pizza after.”
“Sounds great, Jer. It’s your night. You don’t have to worry about me,” I reassure him.
He kisses me on the cheek and walks away.
I lean against the bar counter, sipping more wine as I glance over the partygoers.
My phone buzzes and I reach into my small clutch to pull it out. I roll my eyes at my brother’s text.
Matt
Where’s your head?
Gianna
Clear. Go to bed.
Matt
Love you.
I sigh, putting my phone away. My brother has always been a rock, and I know when I confessed what I saw that night, it changed both of us.
He changed everything about his life to accommodate me back into it.
I figured it had to be harder this time, after having a small taste of peace for the couple years I was at college, and he’d been able to live without taking care of me.
“Gianna!” a high-pitched squeal calls out. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”
I turn to face Brittany, Jeremy’s assistant.
I’d recognize her voice anywhere. She is almost like a second roommate when Jeremy stays at my apartment for weeks on end, especially during significant cases.
The best part is she’s the exact opposite to me.
While my hair is dark, hers is a bright blonde.
While I’m more somber and subdued, she’s bubbly and outgoing.
It’s like Jeremy gets the best of both worlds by spending time with each of us.
I embrace her with a small smile. “Tonight is important for him.”
She nods, giving me a pitying look. “It is, but if it becomes too much, my boyfriend and I can always take you home.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Her cheeks stain pink and she giggles into her drink. “I mean it’s probably too soon, but I have a good feeling.” Brittany looks around with a small frown. “He probably got caught up with one of the men. He’s a large investor.”
Jeremy comes back to us, setting my plate on the table next to me. “I just grabbed a little bit of everything and some water.”
Relief soars through me as I grab the water. “Perfect. Thank you so much.”
He grins, popping an olive in his mouth before facing Brittany. “I thought you were bringing that guy you met at the bar?”
She clears her throat, waving her champagne glass around. “He’s around. You know how Easton and the boys are.”
Jeremy groans. “If they get their claws into him, I doubt you’ll get him back for the rest of the night.”
We stand there silently eating before he sighs, running a hand through his loose curls. I smile because I convinced him to leave it unstyled tonight.
He smiles back at me. “What?”
I kiss his lips. “Nothing, just looking at how handsome you are.”
“They’re going to announce it soon, then we can leave shortly after,” he replies, gripping my waist tightly before letting go as Easton and a few other partners drag him up to the stage in the center of the rooftop.
Anxiety makes me feel nauseous, and the prickly feeling that I’m being watched has sweat forming on the back of my neck.
I can barely hear the speech as they start to talk about the backstory of the firm while I try to push away the paranoia forming inside me.
I focus back on Jeremy, tilting my head to the bathrooms, needing a moment to center myself. He nods at me.
People are cheering as I make my way quietly, keeping my head down as I open the door to the private room and walk to the sink.
I grip the cold counter, inhaling deeply through my nose and exhaling slowly through tight lips.
Maybe after all these years I’ve developed a genuine anxiety at being out in public because I want nothing more than to go home.
The door opens and I jump up, realizing I had forgotten to lock it. When I turn, whatever I’d been about to say dies.
“No,” I gasp out, ensnared in the eyes of a monster.
Sebastian James stands before me, just as devastatingly gorgeous, maybe even more, than the last time I saw him.
The black suit is tailored to perfection over his lean body.
His hair is shorter and styled back, leaving his strong jawline on display.
Memories of running my hands through his long, unkempt hair and tracing that jaw cause a fluttering sensation to begin in my stomach.
God, I had forgotten. I had forgotten how much his mere presence affects me.
The words get out rest on the tip of my tongue as he locks the door, but I’m stuck frozen.
“And to think I almost skipped tonight, but I didn’t want to turn down an easy pussy.” He smiles, his harsh tone sending a chill down my body.
“Get out, Sebastian,” I try again, my voice shaking as I ignore the searing pain from his words. I shouldn’t care who he fucks, but I hate how he’s bragging about it to my face.
I back up as he stalks toward me, the cold wall meeting my back as I struggle to open my clutch. “I’m not afraid to hurt you.”
“You already have. In the worst way.” His eyes flash dangerously, and I finally grab onto my small taser and attempt to aim at his chest.
His hand wraps around my wrist before I can comprehend that I missed, and with a quick jerk of my arm, he spins me in place.
My body trembles as he moves me into the wall, his hard body pressed against mine, and his spicy citrus scent clouding my mind.
He even smells the same, and I lick my lips.
I can almost remember his taste. I gasp as his other hand grabs my hip, pulling me closer, and his erection rubs against my ass.
“Stop.” I try to speak, but he lets go of my arm to wrap his hand around my throat, squeezing in warning.
“Have you missed me?” He breathes into my neck, sending goosebumps down my back and hardening my nipples. Being so close to him again is fucking with my mind, relishing in his touch is overriding my fear.
I try to shake my head, but his grip tightens, denying the answer he doesn’t want to hear.
“I should fuck you right here. Remind you what it’s like to be fucked by a real man and not your pathetic farce of a boyfriend.” He sneers.
I tense. Fuck, my boyfriend. I forgot about Jeremy. I was more concerned with how my body is still responding this man. I try to buck and push him away, but Sebastian’s hands don’t move, and he presses me harder into the wall, turning my head to whisper into my ear.
“You might be a liar”—he runs his nose down my neck and sniffs me—“but your cunt isn’t. And I know she misses me.”
My chest is heaving as I pant from his words. My breasts start to ache for his touch, remembering how he used to cup them harshly. I already know what he’ll find if he reaches into my panties, even if shame fills my chest. Sebastian had been my first everything, and my body hasn't forgotten.
“Tell me to stop again,” he commands, softly kissing the juncture between my neck and shoulder. It’s a test, and the denial is on my lips but it doesn’t fall as I shake in anticipation.
He presses my gathered dress into my hand smashed against my stomach, and I hold onto it mindlessly. This is how it always is between us, he commands and I listen. It feels almost freeing to fall into old habits.
He doesn’t wait for another response as he dips into my underwear. The first swipe of his fingers across my dripping slit has us both groaning.
“So wet,” he mutters. “Tell me it’s only for me.”
I don’t say anything as he runs a finger through my wetness, dragging it to my clit and circling slowly. The sound of him playing with my messy pussy is barely audible over my escalating pants.
I should try harder to stop this, but I don’t want to. I want to remember how it feels when I’m full of him. My butt wiggles into him before I can think of my action, but he understands what I’m asking for. He obliges, pushing a finger into me, and I close my eyes, shuddering.
Sebastian always knew what to do with my body, but the reminder of that truth feels like a slap as my orgasm starts to build already.
He chuckles when he feels me tighten around him, adding a second finger inside me.
I can’t catch my breath as he continues, curling his fingers to reach that spot with my legs trembling as I try to stay standing.
“Give it to me.” He groans, thrusting his hard cock against me in time with his fingers. “It’s mine.”
The last word sends me over the edge as I come with a loud moan.
Sebastian pulls out of my panties quickly, moving my shaking legs together as he straightens my dress before turning me to face him.
I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.
The evidence of what he did glistens on his fingers, and I watch as he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before sucking them into his mouth with a moan. My fluttering core clenches harder.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember.” He smirks as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine before they darken. “Next time—”
“There won’t be,” I say, interrupting him. My heart is still beating like crazy from my release and being in his presence. “This was a mistake. I should have never allowed this to happen.” I pull my shoulders back and tilt my chin up. “I left you for a reason. And now, I’m with Jeremy. I love him.”
Sebastian’s eyes turn cold at the name, and his jaw tics. “I give you a week before you come begging me to fuck that pussy. There’s no way that prick knows what you like.”
Anger washes through me, and I scoff, desperately trying to cling to my dwindling courage. “You don’t know what I like anymore. And why would I beg for anything? Do you not remember how I left you? Pathetically tied to my bed. How long before someone came to your rescue?”
Sebastian grabs my throat, pulling me into him again. “Watch how you speak to me, Gianna. I might have desired to taste you, but I do not forgive you.”