Sebastian felt his heart still for a minute. What the hell did she mean she couldn’t do this anymore? Was it because he had been displeased the day before? Any man would have been offended! He was accused of harassing a woman. The last thing he would ever want to be associated with. “You can’t do what, Ava?” He asked tentatively. She had to be clearer and had better not be messing with him to make him feel guilty or some shit like that. Natasha had done shit like that several times, playing his emotion and conscience with her wiles. He wasn’t going to put up with that type of nonsense from a woman he was literally paying to be with him. “The interview,” She mumbled. His shoulders slumped in relief. At least she hadn’t said relationship. He had been gearing himself to tell her there was no fucking turning back. She had signed the contract consciously with her whole senses with her. He wasn’t about to get into a scandal that could ruin his relationship with his investors. Wait a dam

"If you're done ogling, may I go back inside?" Sebastian taunted, placing his hands on his hips. Her reaction was... Interesting. He hadn't expected her sweet intense eyes to run all over him like that. Line burning hot trail that left a sizzling sensation behind. Was he misreading things or had he seen the desire in her eyes? His cock stirred. He wanted to see it again. His eyes took in the dress she wore. A simple yellow modest gown that did nothing but spur his imagination. What lay beneath the damned dress? He could bet her breasts were in cupped bras, tanned beauties that he wanted so badly to uncover. Her back was still to him and he used the opportunity to study her, closing his eyes at intervals when his imagination ran a little too wild. Would she hit him if he approached her right now? If he reached his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest? If he took possession of full lips, lips that made him hunger for more, for all of her, would she reject him? "I wa

Ava sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall as she thought about the event she had to attend with Sebastian. It was just a couple of days away, and she was already feeling the pressure building up inside her. She had agreed to be Sebastian's fake fiancée to help him impress his investors, but she never thought it would be this hard.The night before had been intense! Sebastian had practiced being affectionate with her. He had gently caressed her face and neck, telling her it was just for her to get used to his touch. But the truth was, Ava yearned for more. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, to run her fingers through his hair, and to lose herself in his embrace. Ava knew that things couldn't escalate between them. They had signed a contract stating that they couldn't fall in love, and she was afraid that if they crossed that line, she would be the first one to fall. Sebastian was attractive, charming, and everything she had ever wanted in a man, but she had to remind herself t

As Ava and Sebastian stepped out of their car, they were immediately swarmed by a pack of paparazzi, who thrust cameras and microphones in their faces. Ava felt her body tense up as she was blinded by the flashes of the cameras.Sebastian, however, seemed unfazed by the attention. He put a protective arm around Ava's waist, pulling her close to his body. She could feel his warmth and strength, and it made her feel a little more secure."Just relax," he whispered in her ear. "It's all part of the show."Ava nodded, trying to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. The paparazzi were shouting out questions, asking about their relationship and their plans for the future. But Sebastian was right - they were just playing a role. Ava reminded herself to stay in character.As they made their way towards the entrance of the hall, the paparazzi continued to swarm around them, snapping photos and shouting questions. Ava could feel the intensity of their stares, and she was grateful for Seba

During the ride home, Sebastian was quiet. Ava had no idea what to say to fill the awkward silence. What was there to talk about? The party had gone well. Laura was convinced that they were in love and that only meant they were successful. Yet somehow it seemed something had gone wrong. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked Sebastian as she drove but he raised his shoulders in a shrug and continued looking outside the window. "That's not helping Sebastian," she murmured. He remained quiet however much to her sadness. Giving up on making a conversation, she drove quietly until they reached his penthouse. As they stepped into the elevator, Sebastian leaned against the wall, closing his eyes."Ava," he murmured, his voice low and husky."Yes, Sebastian?" Ava asked, her heart racing a little."Did you... Have a good time?" He asked. She nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Yeah. Thank you.""I'm glad." He said. The doors pinged open, his living room right in view. "Your keys,"