Hearing the loud music, I stomp around my bedroom and fume about what is going on downstairs.  I know damn well he will come up here and demand that I go down and participate.  What he doesn’t realize though is I am about to refuse his request flat out.  Even if he demands me to join him, I won’t.  He can’t make me.Folding my arms around my chest, I go to the window and stare out it right before I hear a knock on the door.  Jumping, I turn towards the sound and see his face peer at me with a smirk, before he asks, “Why aren’t you ready?  I told you they would be here tonight.  What did you not understand about my statement earlier?” As he finishes his questions, I watch as he stares impatiently at me.Refusing to say anything, I turn towards the bathroom and stomp into it before slamming the door behind me.  As soon as I sit down on the edge of the tub, the tears fill my eyes and then cascade

After quickly dismissing the group of guests’ downstairs, he rejoins me in my room and then says, “We have to talk.” Before walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge by me.  “Do you want to go home?  Because if you do, I will arrange it tomorrow.  I know you have been here too long, and this is clearly not your scene.  But you must realize that this is hard for me, because I am so used to women who do anything for me.” He pauses for a split second while he stares out the window at something, then he continues, “It’s a bit strange for you though, isn’t it?” His voice trails off and all that is left in the room is silence. Frowning, I feel bad, because he seems to be trying so hard.  He just doesn’t get it and never will.  I love him damn it, and this is too much.  I can’t change myself that much for someone I barely know, even if I do love him with all my heart.  Shaking my head, I answer him quietly.  P

We spend most of the night talking about our pasts and I feel strangely like I did when I talked with my mother all those times.  It felt so familiar and yet, like I had just gained a new friend.  Afterwards, I slept on her couch in her small house with one bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom with combined living and eating room.  When I woke up to her smiling face the next morning, I was quite surprised.  In all honestly, I had forgotten that I ever left Sebastian’s side.  What was more remarkable about this whole situation, is the fact that Rosalee even knows who I am referring to.  Because apparently, Sebastian comes in once a week like clockwork for lunch.  That is, he did until I arrived. “Are you ready to go?” She asks before pulling out her keys and opening the door.  “Yes, I am.  Thanks for everything, Rosalee.  You are the best boss I could have ever asked for.” As I say it, I hug her and then we both walk o

“Do you want to tell me why you left me in the middle of the night and didn’t bother to say a word?” He asks me as soon as we get in the car, and he turns it on.I turn my head towards the window and glare out it without saying a thing.  The whole time, all I can think of is the fact that he wants me to do things that I refuse to.  Knowing this, I must leave before I cave in. Shaking my head, I finally blurt out after a very long few minutes of silence, “Sebastian, I love you and that should be more than enough of an answer.Feeling his fingers on my shoulder, I turn my head to gaze into his eyes quickly before he returns his attention to the road.  But what I see there confuses me even more.  Does he care about me?“Kaitlyn, I need you.  There is just something about you.” He lowers his eyes before becoming quiet for a few seconds.  Continuing, he whispers, “When you were gone,

As he fakes a smile, he sighs and then replies, “I guess then I should get you that plane ticket.” Before he turns and leaves the room.Shocked that it played out this way, I am both heartbroken and relieved.  Because I know now that this would have all turned out very badly in the end.  Things usually do when it comes to the matters of the heart, and it is only one sided.  I had hoped though, that he felt at least something for me, but I guess not.I pack the things from last night and make sure everything is ready for when he returns to the room.  While I await his return, I decide that I had better grab a bite to eat before I leave.  So, I make my way to the kitchen and discover that he is standing there, drinking a cup of coffee while he stares out the window in deep thought. Had he not purchased the plane ticket?  I am confused, especially when he had just said he would.  Unless it will be hours before th