Chapter 5: The dinner

It was finally time for the dinner.

The venue was splendid, filled with glamor, expensive cologne, watches that probably cost more than some people's houses and dresses that caught the light every time someone moved. The waiters were all dressed in perfectly fitted tuxedos as they moved with practiced confidence between each table, carrying trays of champagne and expensive meals while soft music played somewhere in the background. Everything about the evening screamed money, status and people who had never needed to ask how much something cost before buying it.

I stood near the entrance for a moment, taking everything in.

Then I saw them.

They were already sitting at the edge of the hall, and Isabelle immediately spotted me. She raised her hand and waved enthusiastically, and somehow I could catch that hand even through the sea of people.

She wasn't dressed like plain old Isabelle tonight.

She was adorned with what money could buy, wearing a seamless long dress that could dazzle even in dim light. Her hair was perfectly styled, her jewelry understated but obviously expensive, and there was something about the way she carried herself that made her look completely at home among all the wealthy people surrounding us.

I moved toward them.

“Lydia, I'm glad you could make it,” Isabelle said as she flung her hands over my shoulder.

“I wouldn't miss it, baby.”

She pulled away with a huge smile.

“Hi Aunt Lydia.”

I turned toward Jayden.

His speech was still slightly mumbled because of his age, but I could hear him just as well.

“You look really cute, Jay Bear.”

I scrunched my face into an exaggerated funny expression, making him laugh.

Then my eyes moved toward the man sitting beside Isabelle.

Sebastian.

For one second, the entire room seemed to disappear.

He looked dashing.

His suit was polished, perfectly fitted across his broad shoulders, and his hair was pushed back exactly the way I liked it. There was something almost unfair about how good he looked tonight.

Fuck, he looks dashing.

I quickly looked away before anyone could notice.

Sebastian gave me a half nod, nothing more.

A complete ruse.

Just enough to make everyone believe we were connected through Isabelle and nothing more.

Like he hadn't been inside my thoughts all day.

Like I hadn't spent the entire afternoon wondering what would happen when I saw him.

Like he hadn't become the one person I could never look at normally anymore.

I took my seat.

Dinner began.

The conversation around us grew louder as everyone settled into their meals, but our table remained relatively quiet. Sebastian and Isabelle were quiet, like usual, while Jayden concentrated on his food without any care for the expensive surroundings around him.

I tried to focus on my own plate.

I really did.

But Sebastian was sitting close enough that I could feel his presence without even looking at him.

Every few seconds, my eyes betrayed me.

They wandered toward him.

Then away.

Toward him.

Away.

It was ridiculous.

I reached for my glass and accidentally knocked my fork.

It slipped from the table and landed on the floor, rolling until it stopped close to Sebastian's shoe.

I stared at it.

Maybe I meant to do that.

Maybe I didn't.

Either way, I leaned down to retrieve it, making the movement look completely innocent.

My hand reached toward the fork.

For the briefest moment, my attention met Sebastian's.

 My hands took a detour and grazed his cock, just enough for it to twitch.

His expression remained calm, but I knew it affected him, I knew he was already hard.

I straightened and returned to my seat, pretending nothing had happened.

But when I glanced at him again, I noticed the subtle change in his expression.

He knew.

I knew.

That was enough.

The dinner continued, but the atmosphere inside my head had completely changed.

Halfway through the meal, I finally gave Sebastian a sideways look.

It wasn't innocent.

His eyes caught mine.

I smiled faintly before turning away.

“I'll be right back,” I said, pushing my chair back.

Isabelle barely looked up.

“Okay.”

I walked toward the bathroom.

The moment the door closed behind me, I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair and touching up my slightly smudged lipstick.

I stared at my reflection.

“Get yourself together, Lydia.”

The words had barely left my mouth when I felt someone behind me.

I didn't need to turn around.

I knew.

His presence alone was enough.

Sebastian.

His hands settled around my waist, and a warm kiss brushed against my neck.

Even with the air conditioning running through the room, the warmth of his presence sent a shiver through me.

“This is the girl's bathroom,” I whispered with a smile. As I swayed my waist towards his trousers, I did it again to show the first time wasn't an accident.

“Oh, I didn't know. I guess I got lost,” Sebastian replied, trying to sound innocent.

 His hands started moving from my waist to the base of my boobs, he copped a feel, and more as his hands passed through my cleavage that sat open in the dress. His touch felt so good as he tries to locate my nipples from behind.

I laughed quietly.

“You're terrible at lying.”

“So are you.”

I turned slightly, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

For a moment, neither of us spoke, he grabbed me by the waist and set me bare on the bathroom sink, fuck that was so hot. His hands began exploring.

The noise from the dinner outside seemed impossibly far away.

“You shouldn't be here,” I whispered.

His hands already finding the thong I wore, probably knowing this moment would come.

“I know.”

“Your wife is out there.”

“I know.”

I looked at him, his finger already at my clit, vibrating, lingering just enough to make my breath catch. 

He wasn't smiling anymore.

Something about his expression had changed.

The playful man who had slipped into the bathroom was gone, replaced by someone who looked at me as though the entire evening had been nothing more than an exercise in pretending.

“I fucking love you in this dress.”

His voice was low.

Something about his expression showed that he wasn't lying. It looked like a man waiting to devour me the moment I stepped foot in the hall.

I swallowed.

“Sebastian...” I said as I felt around his bulging trousers, rubbing his cock. I was ready to take his birth right there in the bathroom.

His gaze moved over me before returning to my eyes.

For a second, I forgot what I wanted to say.

Something about being near him always made everything else disappear.

“You're supposed to be sitting with Isabelle,” I whispered. Devoid of guilt, his finger is still deep into me, jamming in and out with every stride.

“And you're supposed to be pretending you don't want me.”

I gave him a look.

“You're impossible.” I said my hands grabbing his nipples, a kink I knew he liked all so well.

“So you've told me.”

A knock suddenly sounded against the bathroom door.

Both of us froze.

Another knock followed.

Then the handle rattled.

“Lydia?”

My heart stopped.

It was Isabelle.

I stared at Sebastian.

He stared back.

“Lydia, Lydia!” Isabelle called again from the other side.

And suddenly, the walls felt much thinner than they had a moment ago.