SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA.The moment we were within the confines of my room, Leila slipped her hand out of my mine, and I was not entirely surprised. Rather, I was more surprised by the fact that she allowed it to be until that moment, even though I could understand why given there were so many prying eyes on us, and it would not do us any good to air our dirty laundery out for everyone to see.As she made her way further into the room, her eyes taking in everything, from the furnitures down to the photo frames on the shelves, I simply stood there, admiring her, afraid if I made my way over, I would make her uncomfortable. So, I stood by the wall, my arms crossed over my torso as I watched her admire everything.She took a longer time admiring the pictures, and I found myself looking at them all over again as well. I have gotten so accustomed to them that I can barely remember them all. Not to mention, I was not the one that put them all up there. Each and every one was curated and
LEILA MILLER.Sebastian has never spoke of his family. I did not know why, and thus, just assumed either he was not on good terms with them, or he just did not trust enough to speak of them. Then again, I never spoke of it either because that would be hypocritical of me.I have not excatly been open about my family to him either, so, I never brought it up.However, of all the places I had expected him to bring me, it certainly was not to his pack, and not to his family. Our relationship up to this point had been between us, and around our work--it never exceeded that, and at one point, I had almost forgotten that being Sebastian's mate meant being the Luna to his Pack.His big, and strong pack.I have heard little about his side of the family from Matt when he and I were still together, and I remember him roughly mentioning that Sebastian had two other siblings--Matt's mother, being his eldest sister, and a younger brother a few years younger than him. Then, his parents.I have met hi
SEBASTIAN SALVATORE DE LUCA.I had sat down and assesed our relationship these past few days that we have been apart--the thing I have overlooked and did wrong, and one of the things I realized was...I never brought her to my pack, our pack.She is my Luna, and I should have done this the very moment I found her. Yet, I did not, and for that reason, I guess a gap between us formed because I was not sharing my life with her in that way. It was not intentional on my part. I simply wanted us to have a stable relationship first before I introduce her to the pack--thinking she was a rogue. It did not matter to me, but I was trying to be considerate of her and how she would react to suddenly having a pack.But if there was one thing I came to understand since realizing her identity was, Leila's heart was with her pack. She grew up in a pack surrounded by love, and I was not giving her that in the slightest. So, I thought it was a good way to start afresh, to fix what is left of our broken
Sebastian Salvatore De Luca.I have messed up badly. I know. Trust me, I have been kicking myself for it internally for days now, but that is not a reason for me to let her slip through my fingers. I would be a bigger fool to repeat the same mistake twice. The time around, I was determined to redeem myself, and that was what I intended to do.I knew convincing her to do anything with me would not be easy. Especially considering how she was standing a firm ground this time around, and i do not blame her for it really. However, I did not realize how difficult she could be when she was pissed until now.It only made me realize just how badly I had messed up. And I was right. Because the moment I had said those words, she crossed her arms over her torso like a petulant child--her lips pressed firmly as she narrowed her eyes at me."I am not going anywhere with you." She stated firmly, standing her ground, and it took everything in me not to pull her into me and kiss those lips senseless
Leila Miller.I huffed out an annoyed breath as I stared at him with an arched brow, a look taht silently screamed. 'really, now? You have got to be fucking kidding me.'. A scoff escaped my lips as I rolled my eyes, and I know that if it were on a normal basis, he would have spoken to me about rolling my eyes at him, but things have changed.He was the one trying to get on my good sides now, and as such, he dared not say a thing about it."Quit the shit show with me, Sebastian." I found his gaze, and stared at him dead set in the eyes, before i spoke again. "I asked you a question. What the hell do you mean by all this?" I asked through gritted teeth.Still holding onto my eyes, Sebastian's eyes darkened before he responded. "And I thought I gave you an answer." He took a step closer to me, and I did not move back, but I did glare at him. It did not move him. Rather, he closed the distance between us, and towered over my figure with him, before he repeated in a low voice. "I want you.
LEILA MILLERI could swear Sebastian was doing this on purpose. I refuse to believe it was otherwise. Else, how many projects were overseen without the need for the one in charge to always be there, I simply cannot. And besides, it is not like they do not report to me at the end of the day, I make all the decisions before we give them any feedback.Regardless, I still found myself at Salvatore Group--my lunch date with Ian abruptly ended by the man I knew would have no remorse if he knew about it, leaving me to promise Ian another's treat. Deep down, I cannot say I was entirely not grateful for the disruption though, because things were becoming very awkward with Ian--I did not know how to handle it.I bypassed the receptionist, who made no move to stop me as they usually do for one without an appointment. They know me from when I come for my meetings before, but I doubt that was reason enough to let me freely walk in. They even tipped their heads respectfully as I stormed past them,