Semua Bab Her Body, His Signature (A CEO's X Deal): Bab 31 - Bab 40

( Ocean's POV )The morning sunlight barely pierced through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, yet the room felt suffocatingly hot. Not because of the sun, but because of Sebastian. His presence was everywhere, dominating the space with an intensity that made my pulse quicken even when I tried to be rational.I tried to tell myself I had gotten used to it—his obsession, his possessiveness—but standing there, watching him from across the room, I realized that I hadn’t. I could never get used to it. Not fully. And part of me didn’t want to.Sebastian was dressed in a tailored black suit, his tie loosened at the collar, but even in disheveled elegance, he looked like a man capable of anything. My pulse jumped as his eyes found mine. That dark, unyielding gaze promised both danger and devotion in the same heartbeat.“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “You can’t hide it from me.”“I’m… thinking,” I whispered, trying to keep my composure. “About Paul. About everything.”

(Ocean’s POV) The city was alive below us, though it is glowing similar to neon lights flickering like fireflies, so bright but all I could see was Sebastian. His presence dominated the penthouse making each movement calculated, each glance sharp, as if he could anticipate any threat before it even emerged. “Another message,” Sebastian muttered, his fingers tightening around his phone. I leaned over his shoulder to see Vanessa’s name flash on the screen, followed by Adrian’s. The text was innocuous, but I knew better—they were circling again, testing the waters, looking for a weakness. “What's with these two? They really annoy me....Where are they absorbing such audacity? They won’t stop,” I said softly, a shiver running through me. “Not until you—” “They won’t touch you,” he interrupted, voice low, rough, and unyielding. “Not you. Not Paul. Not anyone close to me. I’ve already made it very clear what happens to anyone who tries.” I swallowed, feeling the heat of his possessive g

The night was unusually still. The silence inside Sebastian’s penthouse was so thick it pressed against Ocean’s chest as she padded barefoot across the polished marble floor. Sebastian had been restless all evening, his usual sharp composure cracking at the edges. She’d seen the way his jaw tightened during dinner, the way his hands lingered too long on his glass of wine, his dark eyes clouded with thoughts he wouldn’t share. Ocean also noticed that he had dismissed himself early, claiming fatigue, and disappeared into his bedroom. Ocean was left alone, pretending she didn’t notice how tense his shoulders were as he turned away. She sat in the living room for a long time, scrolling her phone over a book of the new author Trendsterchum Chronicles that she's following at Good Novel App, a book she didn’t really read. Her mind wandered back to Vanessa’s threats, Adrian’s smirks, and the way Sebastian 's anger always seemed like a double-edged sword—both terrifying and strangely comfort

The storm that had been pounding the city for days finally cleared, leaving the world washed clean, the streets glittering under scattered lamplight. Sebastian 's penthouse, perched above the skyline, was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Ocean noticed it the moment she walked inside after running an errand for Paul’s hospital needs. Normally, Sebastian would be at his desk, still in his suit, pouring over documents with the kind of intensity that made the entire room bend to his will. Tonight, however, she found him sitting on the edge of the couch, his shirt unbuttoned, hair slightly mussed as though he’d run his hands through it a hundred times. “Sebastian?” she asked softly, placing her bag on the console. “You’re home early.” His gaze lifted, shadowed, sharp—and yet distant. He didn’t respond immediately, and that silence sent a chill down her spine. He was never a man of hesitation. “You've arrived. Come here. Sit,” he finally said, his voice low, commanding, but not in the usual w

The city lights outside Sebastian’s penthouse bled into streaks of gold and silver, casting faint reflections on the tall windows. But Sebastian barely noticed the skyline. His attention, as always, was on her. Ocean. She was in the library down the hall, curled up with a book she had pulled from his shelves earlier in the evening. From his seat in the dimly lit study, Sebastian caught himself staring at the faint crack in the door that led to her. He should have been reading contracts, reviewing the upcoming mergers, or preparing for the volatile confrontation with Vanessa and Adrian that still loomed over their lives. Instead, he sat there like a man possessed, unable to focus on anything but the presence of the woman he had once promised himself would never matter beyond the confines of a contract. But Ocean mattered. That realization alone sent a ripple of both anger and something far darker through him. He wasn’t supposed to want this. Not like this. The arrangement had been s