Chapter Thirty

Alina’s POV

The next morning, when I woke up the next morning to find myself curled up against Sebastian’s chest – my head on his shoulder and his arm slung across my stomach with the hand resting lazily at my hip - I felt a bit like someone had hit me over the head with a frying pan, or thrown me down a flight of stairs.

I was lying, it felt so good.

But I quickly sat up and untangled myself from his arms without saying a word. My eyes wandered around his chest down to his cock that was swollen from morning erection, the realization of what we had done last night sent warm heat coursing through my veins, and my cheeks burned red hot like a virgin.

I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned the shower on full blast and let the water run for a few minutes before I began to wash off my skin in an attempt to wash away any memory from the night before – even though I knew that the memories wouldn’t be entirely gone if I scrubbed hard enough at them.

I didn't want them exactly gone, I just couldn't believe how easily I had given in.

By the time I walked out of the bathroom, Sebastian was fully awake on the bed and was staring at me from across the room. He watched as I wrapped myself in a robe and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail with a scrunchie, and then he smirked and said. “Good morning.”

“Good morning” I mumbled back not looking at him. “Get dressed or something, but I need to change” I added.

“I saw all of you last night.” Sebastian aid. “So don't try hiding anything from me, Mrs Wolfe.”

My cheeks flushed bright red again and I busied myself. I didn't want him to see that. “We are back to being barely cordial. Last night was just a part of making the agreement you forced on me come to life” I told him and turned to leave the room but he pulled me.

“Is that so Alina?” He teased me. “So you didn't want me to be inside of you, you didn't cry out my name?” He leaned closely until he was near my ear. “You didn't like it when I kissed you like this.” He pressed his lips onto my earlobe and ran down, tracing the line of my jawline and neck. It felt good – too good.

“Didn't like it when I held your breasts. Didn't like it when I put my tongue in places no one else can touch?” He backed away slowly, grinning triumphantly as I stood completely still, feeling every single brush of his body against mine, burning like flames in my soul. I stared at him with my mouth slightly agape, unable to do more than stand there like a deer caught in the headlights.

And then he smiled at me and started walking towards his closet.

“Asshole!” I muttered to myself as I stomped to the bathroom and closed the door. When I finally felt my composure return, I took a deep breath, and started to throw on the dress I took with me.

While struggling, the zipper got stuck halfway up my thigh and I cursed loudly while tugging on it repeatedly to no avail.

“Great.” I thought to myself as I tried to reach the knot with my fingers but I could only manage to get half of it.

With shame, I opened the bathroom door and stepped outside, finding Sebastian standing by the window, wearing nothing but his boxers and looking at me with interest.

“Focus Alina.” I scolded myself mentally and focused on breathing in deeply and letting the air out. This had worked fine the first few times. It would work this time too. And even if it didn't work, well, at least I could be sure I wouldn't get laid.

“I need help” I immediately turned my back to him.

“The zipper wouldn't budge,” I explained . “Can you hold the dress while I zip it? Or better yet, can you pull it down?”

“Sure thing.” He responded easily. He pushed my hair to the side and his finger grazed my skin as he grabbed the end of the zipper on the dress and pulled it down and up several times.

I heard his chuckle as he pulled the zipper up completely. “Are you embarrassed about what happened last night? You look red.”

I turned to face him and raised my eyebrow. “Thank you” I moved past him, grabbing a pair of brown Jimmy Choo heels and a brown Birkin purse and heading for the bathroom.

After adjusting my makeup, I stepped out without saying any other word to him and headed downstairs.

His family were having breakfast and I avoided them like the plague they thought I was.

I drove myself to my office.

Once I stepped out, someone followed me. “Alina?”

A male voice called behind me. I spun around, expecting to see anyone, but the owner of the voice I recognized.

“What are you doing here? I should ask for a restraining order” I snapped.

It was Victor , I thought to myself. What was he doing here?

“I haven't been myself Alina. I messed up, I hurt you, I know,” He said in response. “I'm sorry”

For a moment I considered telling him to go to hell, and then decided to humour him. After all, it was Victor.

“Why? Because I am now wealthier than you ever thought I would be?” I asked sarcastically.

“Because you have lost control of me? because you want endless favors as usual? You think I will fall for that old trick again? You really think I am that shallow?”

“No, because I care about you,” He replied quietly. “I care about you”

I sighed. “You don't care about anyone except your damn self! if you don't stop stalking, I will tell my husband.”

Victor frowned.

“Tell me what?” I heard an extra voice I recognized instantly behind us.