~ Helen's POV ~Night approached with haste while I waited for him to arrive.Dinner was ready, but no one touched a plate until he did. The rules were unwritten but sacred. I sat stiffly, my eyes glued to the wall, tracing the shadows as the clock ticked in steady defiance of my nerves.“You’re still here?” Lisa asked, settling beside me on the hallway bench.I turned to her, feigning calm. “He told me to sort his documents for the meeting, but I couldn’t do them without him present,” I lied quickly.“Oh, okay. I’m just waiting for him to serve his dinner,” she replied, glancing at the untouched dishes.We sat in silence. Her presence grounded me a bit, but my mind was already spiraling.Where is he?Why is he late?Sebastian had never stayed out this late, especially not on a weekend.Had he found someone else?Someone more... pleasing?The questions swirled like a storm, every tick of the clock pounding into my skull like a warning.Then, thirty minutes later, the main entrance doo
~ Helen’s POV ~He left me all tensed up—my body wound tight like a wire strung too taut. Every nerve buzzed under my skin. She's a damn jacuzzi down there, bubbling, aching, and desperate for more of him. My nipples stayed pointed and hard, shamelessly exposed under the breast tube. I wasn’t just turned on—I was ignited, still riding the aftershocks of a man who lit me like wildfire and walked away like it was nothing.When Asha said he wanted to see me, I paused, heart pounding, breath caught. Why would he want to see me? I jumped out of whatever sleep state I was floating in and made my way to him—no questions asked, only hope and heat and a hundred dreams surging inside me.To be honest, if someone had told me a year ago that Sebastian Hartley—that Sebastian—would not only share a bed with me, but be inside me, I would have laughed in their face. Loudly. Rudely. That kind of fantasy didn’t belong to girls like me. Not in real life. But since the moment I first saw him, something i
~ Sebastian's POV ~She left?Did I do something wrong?I walked out to see if I could spot her around, but she wasn’t there.Her rhythmic moans lingered in my mind, echoing down the quiet hallway.Her expression with every thrust. The way she arched her back as I moved inside her. The way she bit her lips in pleasure. It all played vividly in my head.Finally, I’ve had a taste of her—one I’ll never forget.Making her mine is my goal, and I intend to achieve it quickly.Hard to admit, but Mena was right. I really did need to cool off. Fate brought her back into my life, and I’d be a fool to let her slip away again.“Breakfast is ready, sir,” a soft yet cautious voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts.I turned around slowly. It was one of the housekeepers. I didn’t know her name, but I knew she worked here.I only concern myself with those I need to: Lisa the chef, Zara the gardener, and of course, my Helen.Her gaze was fixed on the floor as she stood waiting for my response.“I’ll
~ Helen's POV ~I woke up with a deep sense of satisfaction.My legs felt numb, and a dull ache spread across my body—a soreness that reminded me of every moment from last night.Then I saw him.Sebastian.Lying beside me, one arm stretched toward the warmth of my body, his breathing slow and peaceful. His hair was a beautiful mess, tousled in a way that made him even more irresistibly handsome.Last night had been a whirlwind of heat, passion, and longing.It happened faster than I imagined, but every touch, every thrust, filled me completely—claiming every part of me.In a single night, all my hidden desires were brought to life.I had never been loved that way before. Ryker handled me roughly, leaving me bruised and bitter, filled with regret and anger.But this? This was different.The soreness I felt now wasn’t painful—it was satisfying. Deep, overwhelming satisfaction surged through me, far stronger than any physical ache.I tried to sit up, but my core was too sore to hold my w
~ Helen’s POV ~Test strip?Huh?I stared at her, confused.“Do you have a test strip?” she asked again, her tone sharper this time.“No, I don’t,” I answered, sitting upright. “What’s the issue?”But before she could reply, everything faded—and I woke up with a jolt.Lisa was tapping my feet gently. “Mrs. Hartley wants to see us now..”Huh?I'm reliving this day?Déjà vu.I blinked hard, my breath catching in my throat. This wasn’t just a dream—it felt too real. My mind slipped into two as,Everything unfolded just as in my dream: Mr. and Mrs. Hartley leaving for their vacation, Mena’s condencesion, the nurse leaving….everything was the same.Except Zara.And Sebastian.While I helped prepare avocado toast with Muna and set the dining table, When I went to Sebastian’s room to inform him about breakfast, he was already dressed in a dark tailored suit, ready for the day.Not half naked.He glanced at me—eyes unreadable—but said nothing.Not even a nod.I swallowed the knot forming in
~ Helen’s POV ~A gentle tap on my feet woke me up.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the soft morning light, only to meet Lisa’s face staring down at me.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice groggy.“Mrs. Hartley wants to see us. Now.” Her expression was deadpan, unreadable as always.I sat up slowly and nodded, pushing the covers off. A yawn escaped my lips as I reached for my phone on the bedside table.6:30 a.m.What could she possibly want at this hour?Is something wrong?My mind, as usual, wasted no time spiraling into a series of what-ifs. I quickly brushed my teeth and got dressed, not wanting to be late for whatever awaited us.By the time I got to the living hall, everyone was already gathered. Not just Mrs. Hartley, but the whole Hartley family.Lisa stood beside me, and I stood quietly next to her. The others were lined up too, all wearing faint, sleepy smiles. We greeted in unison.“Good morning!” Mrs. Hartley responded warmly.She was dressed impeccably, sitti