All Chapters of My best friend's billionaire husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lydia’s POVCould it be the guilt that made his tongue on my skin feel so much better?His kisses trailed all over my body. “Oh fuck, baby,” a cry came out of my mouth.“Open up for me, Lyd,” Sebastian said, his eyes fixed solely on me.I opened my legs slowly until they spread over his face. His tongue slowly licked my thighs until it went deeper. He spat on my already wet pussy. It felt warm, and I let out a silent moan.His hands found my prickly boobs even in the heat of the moment. He took control of them, grabbing them like they owed him rent, stimulating them and making me beg for it. His fingers dropped down to my pussy. From five fingers to two, he thrust them inside of me, twisting them. His lips sent stimuli down my spine, his warm tongue on my nipples.In that singular moment, I didn't care who he was. The guilt subsided into nothing but primal pressure. Only he could do something like that.A man I wanted but couldn't have.My thoughts escaped me as he brought his finger

Sebastian's POVI hope Lydia liked the gift I gave her, I said while my eyes slightly burying at my computer and the other trailing to my phone.The thought had been sitting at the back of my mind for most of the evening, refusing to disappear no matter how many times I tried to redirect my attention toward work. The office was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that made every small sound noticeable, from the faint hum of the air conditioner to the occasional movement of traffic several floors below the windows.My computer was filled with numbers.Bar charts.Pie charts.Expense reports.Quarterly projections.Figures that normally demanded my complete attention were now nothing more than colorful shapes on a screen because every few seconds my eyes wandered toward the phone resting beside my keyboard.I only texted Lydia in my office phone to prevent Isabelle from snooping into business. She has no reason snooping.It wasn't that I thought Isabelle was incapable of respecting priva

It was finally time for the dinner.The venue was splendid, filled with glamor, expensive cologne, watches that probably cost more than some people's houses and dresses that caught the light every time someone moved. The waiters were all dressed in perfectly fitted tuxedos as they moved with practiced confidence between each table, carrying trays of champagne and expensive meals while soft music played somewhere in the background. Everything about the evening screamed money, status and people who had never needed to ask how much something cost before buying it.I stood near the entrance for a moment, taking everything in.Then I saw them.They were already sitting at the edge of the hall, and Isabelle immediately spotted me. She raised her hand and waved enthusiastically, and somehow I could catch that hand even through the sea of people.She wasn't dressed like plain old Isabelle tonight.She was adorned with what money could buy, wearing a seamless long dress that could dazzle even i

The handle rattled and I knew for a fact Isabelle was about to burst through that door in no time. Sebastian's hands went cold, and so did mine. For one terrifying second, neither of us moved. The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller than it had a few moments ago, the silence between us replaced by the sound of the handle shaking again.I pushed him away from me, my heart pounding against my chest.“Fucking hide here, keep your shoes off the floor she might see you.”I shoved him into the stall before turning around and trying to make myself look normal. My hands were still unsteady as I fixed my clothes, checked my hair in the mirror and reached for my chap stick.I applied it slowly.Carefully.As though I had been standing there alone the entire time.The door finally opened.“Lydia, are you okay?”Isabelle stepped inside, genuine concern visible in her eyes.I turned toward her.“Yeah, why would I be?”My voice sounded steadier than I felt.Inside, my legs were almost shaking.I co

“Lyd, take Isabelle home. I'll handle this.”Sebastian said it without looking away from the street. His gaze was still different, the strange card clenched tightly between his fingers as though whatever was printed on it had dragged him somewhere none of us could follow.“No. What's going on?” I tried to protest.He stepped toward me and stiff armed me gently but firmly toward the car. Isabelle was already at my side, her face drained of color, her eyes still swollen from crying.“This is not the time to argue. Just listen to me.”His eyes fixed on mine, then twitched toward Isabelle.That was when I understood.Sebastian was being serious.Whatever had happened to Jayden had changed something inside him. The man who had spent the entire evening trying to keep his emotions under control was suddenly gone. There was no polished billionaire standing in front of me anymore, no calm husband who knew exactly what to say when everyone else panicked.There was only a father whose child had