Look Who Can't Keep His Hands Off Me

Siena was getting on his nerves. Now, he saw every reason to divorce her—but not yet, not when she had wounded his ego far too much. He stared down at his suit, now stained with her vomit, his jaw tightening. Her mouth was slightly parted as he placed her on the bed.

"You can leave, Sir. We’ll take care of Mrs.—"

"No. I’ll do whatever she needs myself."

He knew how she had secretly craved him for so long, but now she resented his touch. He somehow hoped it was just an act—a ploy to get his attention. Well, if that was the case, he would make her even madder when she woke up. She would find out that he had stripped her and taken her to the shower himself to rid her of the stench of alcohol.

His jaw clenched as he recalled the guy at the club—the one who had his hands on his fucking wife. And when he had come to get her, she had asked him to let go. Let go? He scoffed at the thought as he began undressing her. His breath grew heavier with each inch of skin that was exposed, his hands tightening on every piece of clothing he removed. For the first time, he grew impatient to see the body of a woman.

This woman had been under his roof for years, yet it was as if he had been blind to all of this.

"Fuck it."

His hels his hand back before he could pull down the straps of her bra. He couldn't be sure he would stop himself if he stripped her bare.

He glanced down at the hard-on pressing against his pants, frustration searing through him. With a sharp breath, he turned away from the bed and left the room.

"Clean her up," he ordered the maid, who still stood at the doorway.

MORNING

Siena woke up to strange voices in her room, her brows furrowing before she lazily pulled her eyes open to find an older man in a white coat staring down at her, a slight smile dancing on his face.

"Good morning, Mrs. Harper." Harper's family doctor??

"Morning… what are you doing h—"

Another voice cut in. "He is here to check on my baby."

A smirk played on her lips before she turned slightly on the bed to find the father of ‘’the baby’ watching her. Her hand came under her cheek, supporting it slightly. She saw his Adam’s apple bob as he stared down at her side curves, and she knew that wasn’t some made-up imagination… It couldn’t be that he was staring at her stomach for his baby. Was Sebastian Harper into her after several years of her trying?

She didn’t care if her hair looked like a bird’s nest. Wanting to taunt him, she pushed her fingers into her hair, wetting her lips as her hand moved to the short nightgown she found herself wearing, hiking it up further until it reached her lower thighs.

"Good morning, hubby. How has your night been? Dreamt of me?"

His jaw clenched as he glared daggers into her, not with her returning seduction for defiance.

"I dreamt about how you'd pay me back for puking on my clothes."

She widened her eyes, a smile curling on her lips as she traced circles on her thigh, forgetting the doctor was still in the room.

"Really? I did that? Ever told you you actually disgust me?"

A throaty laugh tore from Sebastian's lips as he straightened his tie and got closer to the bed, his face daringly close to hers.

"Should I check how much I d.i.s.g.u.s.t you, my dear Siena?"

He grabbed her waist tightly, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she got closer to him, that smile of mischief still evident on her face, making Sebastian swear he would have her with a much different expression later on.

"Seems you are suffering from amnesia if you can't remember how you tried to get close to me at every family dinner or whatever occasion… how you'd kill to be in my bed, but I wouldn't let you, and you'd run around with those stupid-ass puppy eyes of yours for Grandfather to see what a brute I am."

She tried not to let that get to her, remembering her pitiful self. That was why she needed to leave—run away from him, this family, and this country. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling, her smile growing wider so he wouldn’t see the hurt in her eyes.

"And now look who can’t keep his hands off me… Tell me, how jealous were you last night when you saw me with the man I would have been so glad to ride on his dick?"

"Cough… cough… I will be taking my leave," the doctor interjected. "You don’t have anything to worry about, Mr. Harper. She and the baby are fine."

After saying that, the old man was quick to leave the room, not waiting for a reply.

Sebastian pushed away from her, turning his back, not responding to her earlier words.

"Grandfather is returning tonight, and we are going to the family house to welcome him."

"We? Thought you've always gone alone, huh? Leave your wife to your guards like they married her while you go out with another woman, is it?" She scoffed. "I’m not going with you, darling. I’d preferably go alone like always while you go with Erica."

The fucker didn’t respond to that. Instead, he changed the topic again.

"You are moving to my room. I need to keep a close watch on my baby growing in you," he said, still backing her.

"Pfft. You are not fucking serious—"

He cut her off, leaving the room and locking the door behind him.

"Bastard!!!" she yelled.

Tonight, she was going to tell her father she wanted out of this damned relationship. And she wouldn’t let anyone else find out about this pregnancy—not even Sebastian would stop her tonight.