The Invitation

Chapter 9

SEBASTIAN’S POV

It was dawn. Soft, golden light poured in from the open windows, casting a warm glow that bounced around the corners and textured surfaces of my castle.

A mug of brewing coffee and a plate of crackers sat on the table in front of me. I took momentary sips and bites as I glanced through the pages of a local newspaper. I had woken up earlier than usual, due to obvious reasons.

Catherine sat at the end of the table, her coffee mug in her face with fingers curled tightly around it. I could feel her glaring at me from the corners of the mug. She was still wearing that red seductive nightwear from last night but draped it with a blanket that looked like a long scarf which she let fall off her shoulders, settling on the inside of her elbow that held it in place.

It was very obvious she was still brooding over last night’s incident but I cared less. I wondered if she was expecting some sort of apology or makeup sex from me.

It was true I had never resisted her