Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated Mate: Spoiled by My Ex’s Uncle.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

LEILA MILLER.Not in the least bit able to think clearly. Sebastian devoured my lips so quickly that I had little time to respond, and I was forced to yield to his touches.The only thing that came to me in the hazy mess that was Sebastian was his kisses, his touch, and the way he made me feel hot and fuzzy inside. When I tried to kiss him back, I was unable to equal the passion of his kisses, but I was able to free my hands from his and wrap them around his neck.I knew that I should keep my distance, pull away, and keep him at arm's length, but none of those things mattered to me in this situation. I am not sure whether I was caving in because I am too caught up in lust, or whether my heart was starting to sway to him but I knew one thing for sure: I am craving his touch, intensely so.So, I melted in his arms, throwing away all those thoughts that were making me second guess the situation, and simply caved into the passionate kiss. Sebastian's lips finally left mine, allowing me t

LEILA MILLER.I let out a sigh as I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the faint glow of light peeking through the drapes. As I drew the pillow in my arms closer to me, I closed my eyes once again and let out another sigh of relief and satisfaction. However, I stopped when I smelled something.Taking another smell of the scent emanating from the pillow, my eyes sprung wide, and sure enough, it was Sebastian's... I was reminded of everything that had happened the previous evening, as though the aroma had opened the gates to memories that came flooding in almost instantly. From his picking me up from work to the fundraiser dinner, to dress shopping at Lerouxe, and even sleeping together.I clenched my eyes shut immediately, silently screaming in my head as I realized I had slept with Sebastian after all. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I buried myself under the pile of duvet before I realized there was no point in regretting really. What is done is done, and though I still feel like sma

LEILA MILLER.Sebastian left shortly after breakfast, leaving me stunned by his sudden confession. I did not know what to make of it, or how to wrap my head around it really. Everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours seemed like a messy blur to me, almost as if it happened all in the blink of an eye—as if I am living a dream. After a while of simply sitting there staring at nothing, I decided to get up and get ready for the day. I am late already, and I hate being tardy. So, I made my way back to the bedroom, took a shower, and the changed into a work outfit of my choice. I did however decide on a high neck blouse, just to cover up the marks that decorated my skin. It took me less than an hour to get ready, and by the time I was done, i picked up my car keys on the way out before heading down to the underground parking lot where I got into my car, and then drove off to work. My apartment is not far from the office, just about fifteen minutes drive if there is traffic, an

LEILA MILLERMatt left on his own, but the damage caused by him was left in its awake--exactly what he wanted.He had managed to instill the ideas in the mind of those that were present, ruining my reputation, and in less than thirty minutes, the news has spread round the office. I saw it in the way the workers stared at me when I am passing, in their hushed whispers in between themselves, and what they gossip to each other in the restrooms, unaware that I am there as well.But, I did not address it, there was no point in it. One, none of them can come to my face and say those words to me, and two, rumors disappear as fast as they come—especially since there is no concrete evidence as well.One thing I am grateful for however, is that Dylan was not back yet. His flight is scheduled for night time, so he will not have the time to come to the office much less, hear about what happened with Matt. Even though Matt should be the one worried if Dylan hears about it, I did not want to deal w

LEILA MILLER“I cannot believe you agreed to marry Rick,” I said, wishing I could muster as much enthusiasm as she wants to me to. I held her hand in mine, staring at the marquise rock seated there on a gold band.It’s beautiful sure, but my issue is not with the ring but rather the one that gave it.“It’s a dream come true,” Gracie, either oblivious to my tone, or just chose to ignore it. It’s obvious she is over the moon though, and I hate to be the one to rain on her parade. But still, it’s Rick we are speaking of here. “I mean we have been together for almost six years now, you of all people know how long I’ve been waiting for him to pop the question.”“Yeah, and I also know you’ve broken up a dozen times over those six years because of his inconsistent ass.” I deadpanned, holding back an eye roll as I took a sip of my drink.In case you haven’t noticed, I do not like the man in the slightest. But my reasons are valid. Aside from him stringing her for six years in a toxic relation