Sebastian
I slammed my fist back on the desk, biting down the curse crawling up my throat.
They'd called again.
For the fourth damn time today.
“I said I’m on vacation. Whatever it is, fix it yourselves,” I muttered into the phone, my tone clipped. I didn’t wait for a response before ending the call.
The line had barely gone dead when Olivia walked out of the bathroom, barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white robe.
"Everything okay?" she asked, towel-drying her hair as she studied my face.
I leaned back against the wall, jaw tight. “Just work. Nothing urgent.”
She studied me, then stepped closer. “Sebastian… I know how much you care about the company so maybe it’s time we headed back to New York? As much as I’ve loved being here with you, this place is starting to feel… off.”
Her voice was calm, but I could hear it—that quiet unease humming beneath her words.
I let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down my face. “You sure about that?”
She nodded gently. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
