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(Ocean's POV)The ride to Sebastian 's office felt longer than it should have, not because of the traffic, but because of the man sitting next to me.He hadn’t spoken much since we left the penthouse, and I wasn’t sure if that was punishment or strategy. With Sebastian, silence was never just silence — it was a rope, slowly tightening.He was in a charcoal suit now, the kind of fit that made him look taller, broader… untouchable. He radiated power the way other people radiated body heat, and sitting this close to him felt like trying to breathe in a storm.We pulled into an underground garage. Two black-suited men were waiting near the elevator — both tall, built, with that sharp, scanning look in their eyes that screamed security. They greeted Sebastian with a nod and barely glanced at me, which somehow made me feel smaller… and yet more on display.Inside the elevator, Sebastian finally spoke.“There’s someone I want you to meet.”“You said that already,” I murmured, staring at our
(Ocean's POV)The first thing I noticed when I woke wasn’t the light pouring through the tall windows.It was the silence.Not peaceful silence — the kind that hummed with the memory of something unfinished.I sat up in the massive bed, my fingers automatically brushing my lips. I could still feel the ghost of his kiss, the bruising press of his mouth, the way he’d held me like he could crush the space between us out of existence.And then… he’d walked away.The bedroom door was ajar. Beyond it, I could hear the faint clink of glass on marble, the sound of a coffee machine steaming.I found him in the kitchen.Sebastian, in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, one hand braced on the counter as he scrolled through something on his phone.His eyes flicked up as I walked in. The pause was brief, but I caught it — that split second where his gaze swept over me in my rumpled shirt, bare legs, tangled hair.“You’re up,” he said, like it wasn’t obvious.I leaned against the doorfr
Chapter 11 – The Edge of Surrender(Sebastian 's POV)I’d told myself I could wait.That I could keep my distance until she understood what this life meant — what I meant.But Ocean had a way of looking at me, like she didn’t know whether to run or pull me closer, and every damn time, I wanted to see which one she’d choose.Tonight, I stopped caring about the answer.She was pacing the living room, her bare feet soundless against the polished floor. The city’s lights bled through the glass walls behind her, painting her in a cold, silver glow.“You can’t just—” she started, but her voice broke off when she saw me move.I didn’t stop until I was in front of her, until she had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes.“You think I don’t see it?” I asked, my voice low, almost dangerous.Her brows knit. “See what?”My hand came up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her th
(Ocean’s POV)The penthouse door clicked shut behind us, and the quiet was deafening.No more clinking glasses, no murmured greetings, no Carter leaning too close with his sly smile. Just the two of us… and the tension we’d carried home from the gathering.Sebastian shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch without looking at me. His silence was heavier than his words had ever been.I stood near the entryway, my pulse still erratic from the evening. “You didn’t have to do that.”He paused mid-step, his broad back stiffening. “Do what?”I swallowed. “Make a scene. The way you… the way you touched me in front of everyone. The way you—”“Claimed you?” he finished, finally turning to face me. His eyes were sharp, searching, and far too calm for the storm I could feel brewing in him. “Yes. I did have to.”“You don’t get to decide that.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted, but I pushed on. “You don’t own me, Sebastian.”He took a step closer. Then another. Each one deliberat
( Sebastian’s POV)The car rolled through the city streets, and all I could think about was how much I hated these fucking events.They weren’t just meaningless affairs; they were battlefields. Every glance, every word spoken was a strategic move — a test, a threat, an invitation.And tonight, it was no different.Isla sat beside me, her profile illuminated by the streetlights. She looked like she belonged in this world, despite everything. Her beauty was striking enough to make even the most hardened men pause, but I didn’t want anyone looking at her — not the way I knew they would tonight.Not without the right reason.The gathering was being held at Carter Jennings' penthouse. I could already feel the weight of his gaze in my mind, his smirk, the way he’d look at Ocean like she was another prize on display. I hated it, but I needed to be there. This wasn’t just about control; it was about ensuring everyone knew she was mine.The moment we entered, the temperature of the room shift
(Sebastian s POV)Control was my only constant.It was how I built my empire. How I kept my enemies at bay. How I stayed alive.But Ocean… she was undoing it one thread at a time.I stood in my office, watching her move across the living room on the security feed. She didn’t know the cameras were there — she thought the penthouse was just expensive marble and glass, not a fortress with eyes in every corner.She was pacing. Stopping to glance out the windows, then pacing again.That restlessness was dangerous. Restless people made reckless choices. And in my world, one reckless choice could be fatal.I buzzed Jacob, my head of security.“Find out why Ethan Vale is back in the city,” I said.There was a pause on the line. “Vale? Old money. Clean record on paper, but we’ve heard rumors. Wouldn’t surprise me if he’s tied to Carter.”My grip on the phone tightened. “Confirm it. And if he is—”“Understood,” Jacob said, and the line went dead.When I emerged from the office, Ocean was waitin