Chapter 3

Lorraine went towards Ana with an inevitable sulk on her face. Ana was officially the biggest cockblocker of the planet.

"You know what you did was illegal right?" Lorraine said as Ana winked sheepishly.

"Illegal goes for your brother." She answered, handing Lorraine her phone. Lorraine smiled secretly at the mention of her brother, wearing the bathrobe a maid had handed her on the way before pressing the phone to her ear and walking away to the corner.

"I'm way too high for this, little one." She groaned out on the phone.

"Couldn't you celebrate your Oscar victory sober?" Her brother joked as she chuckled breathily.

"Don't act like the elder one, okay." She scolded playfully.

He laughed and as it died away, there was a comforting silence. Lorraine swayed at her spot, waiting for him to say something.

"You did it, Raine."

"I did it, Tom."

"It might feel like a new you, wouldn't it?"

"I don't wanna think about it today. Just wanna enjoy."

"Yeah, right. I love you and I wanna see that award with my own eyes."

"You should have been here." She said, missing Tom. She knew her couldn't be here, he was in London, playing his lawn tennis matches. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Lorraine laughed, followed by him. "Can we do the sentiments afterwards I'm really high for all of this."

"Yeah, yeah, 'Kay bye."

Lorraine cut the phone call, as she went back to the pool, she found out that Matt and Ivey had already left. Ana was still in the pool and Sebastian was talking to someone on the phone. She decided to call it the best day of her life. Period. Before going to her room as well.

*

Sebastian strode around the vast corridor of the penthouse, looking around for an empty room. After talking to Xander on the phone and failing to explain him why he left the party, he finally decided to go to sleep. A door opened and none other than Lorraine stepped out of a room. She was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair still wet.

Their eyes locked and for a second Sebastian couldn't find his voice. She wasn't glammed up, she wasn't even doing anything yet he felt intimately enchanted.

"I told you before. Stare lingers any longer, I'll charge." Lorraine broke the silence, snapping Sebastian out of his trance. He smirked.

"I'll probably pay this time."

He stepped closer, trapping her between the door and himself. Less than twenty four hours ago if someone would have asked him what he'd do if he met Lorraine Acker he would have given such a professional answer, as if giving it in an interview. And now he was smoking weed with her, flirting shamelessly and drowning in how elegant she was.

He was infatuated.

One moment he was in a trance, in another his lips were on hers, electrifying his senses. His tongue was eagerly opening her mouth, teeth clattering and lips moving in an imperfect and heated rythm.

It was all about the way she was. Her eyes carried this boldness Sebastian could get high on. The way she smirked as if heq had given her just what she wanted. The way her lips were locked around that woman and he couldn't help but stare like a fucking teenager.

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, pushing her against the door by the force of his lips. She was twisted and he wanted to taste it. He wanted to savour her, worship her in ways, get addicted to her prison.

He didn't even realize when she had opened the door and they were stepping into room before he broke the kiss. There was a devilish smirk on her lips as if she had already seen it coming. Of course she had seen it coming. Because she had wanted it.

She let her bathrobe smoothly fall down her bare back before closing the door behind her.

*

Silk sheets sprawled across the bed, smooth naked bodies messing them even more. Sebastian slurred his eyes open, shuddering from the lack of clothes during the morning of mid-December. Also feeling a dull throb at the back of his head. Felix had warned him his migraine was going to haunt him in the morning.

His eyes were heavy but it was easy to open them, there were no blinding lights as it was perhaps snowing. No, he just realized he was in LA. But it was cold.

Sebastian took in a moment, it was as if his body was jammed. It was aching and the cold weather didn't help. He was facing a French window while lying on his stomach.

With a grunt, he pushed himself off his comfort zone, instantly falling back on the backrest. It was then he realized someone was sleeping beside him. His heartbeat sped up in an instant, flashes of last night invading his mind as he took her in.

She had to be a goddess. There was no other explanation.

He inhaled sharply, sucking in his lip. Her sight was enough to warm up his body. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a mixture of blonde and brunette and was fluffy– sex hair falling everywhere. Her lipstick – Sebastian completely licked that up – and her eyeshadow was distorded as well. Hot, hot mess.

She was sleeping on her stomach as well, the silk sheet only covering the lower half of her body. She would be bathing from honey, Sebastian decided as he trailed a finger down her shoulder blade. As he continued his sinful bliss of ogling down her back, he spotted a tattoo on the right side of her lower back. Shameless, it said. Half of the tattoo covered by the white sheet down her waist. Lorraine finally began opening her eyes.

He retreated his hand back as she woke up, scurrying through the sheets and sitting up. Her eyes were squinted in sleep as she messed her hair even more before she looked at Sebastian in utter confusion, seeming to have no problem with their current nakedness.

"Quick recap: You won an Oscar. You got drunk. You kidnapped me. You got high. We slept together."

She rubbed her face with both her hands, a grunt scratching the back of her rather sore throat.

"It's cold." That's all she said.

"Trust me, it wasn't last night." Sebastian husked out and Lorraine's stomach churned with heat. No, not this early.

"Need a shower." She declared with a sigh, taking the pillow from behind her back and pressing it on Sebastian's face, taking him aback and when he opened his eyes, Lorraine was already inside the shower stall.

A deep exhale left her mouth as the hot water numbed her senses. It was moderate but felt scaldaling on her feet which were always cold. Especially during winter. She really needed to have a chat with Matt about transparent shower stalls because that guy was drilling holes into her skin through the glass.

"Can you look away?" She questioned. "I planned to think of Oscar the whole day and you're making it hard. Let me have my time."

She raised her eyebrows at him and that seemingly teared his gaze away from her body. With a satisfied hum, she turned her back, stretching her spine and pushing her shoulder blades back, getting into the elegant posture she was going to maintain all day.

"I can drop you back." She said, smiling softly at Sebastian through her shoulder, who was making his way towards the basin and choosing one out of the three extra brushes placed there.

"Thanks yeah." He mumbled, settling for the black one. "Hey do you remember if we used protection?"

Lorraine's head snapped towards him, eyes wide. Sebastian panicked internally, looking for the dustbin near the washbasin.

"Man, I'm gonna abort your child without thinking twice." Lorraine said shamelessly.

"Thank you." He retorted but sighed in relief when he saw a used latex thrown in the dustbin. He clearly remembered Zavier slipping one in his pant's pocket, saying 'just in case'. He'd grimaced at that and had called his younger brother a pervert but now he was very, very thankful.

"Plus, your penis, you're paying for the contraceptive pills and buying me a chocolate bar for the dizzyness afterward–"

"It's there! It's there!" Sebastian reassured. "You're very demanding and arrogant for a versatile actress you know that?"

"Do I look like I care?"