Reel Shorts Sebastian Klein Novels & Stories

I notice his position-left ankle propped onto the right knee, exactly how his father sits. Just as I'm going to take my hand back out of defeat, Sebastian slowly pushes himself off of the couch, and I go from looking down at him to looking up at him. I inhale sharply through my nose at how tall he is, especially compared to my height. Being five feet, five inches tall, which is actually average contrary to what many people tell me, someone over seventy inches tall, Sebastian to be exact, is a little intimidating in the business world to me. Still, I blink twice at the sudden height change before smiling flatly and waiting for his hand to make contact with mine.

I conceded as I crossed my arms over my chest and fell back into the soft cushions of the couch. “I like to think I’m efficient and prepared.” Sebastian unfolded from his leather recliner, chuckling. I shamelessly looked him over as he stretched and then walked toward me. He was a tall Italian drink of water, a perfect specimen of a man. His body moved languidly, like he was completely comfortable in his own skin. His broad shoulders framed his lean body, and I could make out the outline of a six pack underneath the T-shirt he wore. His bare forearms didn’t need to be flexed for me to see the strong muscles where his veins popped.

“Another one?” Adrian nodded toward the large screen. “Watch.” The video played. Elara’s breath caught instantly. It was Mira. In a hospital room. Unconscious. Machines beeping softly. Alive—But fragile. Then— The camera shifted. And Sebastian appeared. Standing beside her. Smiling. “No…” Elara whispered. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists. Sebastian looked directly into the camera. “You’re slow, Adrian.” His tone was almost amused. “I expected more from you.”

He picked up the phone, the screen illuminating his sharp, emotionless features in the dark room. There was a video file waiting. He tapped it with his thumb. The screen buffered, then played a high-resolution clip of a beautiful blonde woman tangled in expensive white silk. She was completely bare, arching her back for the camera, her eyes half-closed as she moaned his name. The text underneath it blinked: Miss you. Sebastian watched it for exactly three seconds.

Owen offered introductions, squeezing her shoulder encouragingly, “and Seb, the keyboardist.” Seb was a pretty brunette man with stunning hazel eyes fringed with eyelashes she only achieved with magnetic falsies, the sort of almost androgynous good looks that underwear companies seemed to prefer for their models, and Sebastian was high-school footballer handsome, square jawed, clean shaven, with a grin enhanced by good orthodontics.

Upon entering his parents mansion he heard someone familiar call out to him " Sebastian I cannot believe you have made it for today. I did not think you would come, im so happy". Said the 5ft 10inch blonde who was dressed in her designer pencil dress which hugged on to her body like a second skin. Haley was one of Sebastians closest friends, though Sebastian was never expressive and only ever discussed business with her, she was still considered as one of his close allies. He trusted her as he knew Haley was one who cared for him unconditionally and would never betray his trust.

Everything fit perfectly, tailored to Kai's frame. "Try this," Sebastian said, holding up a pair of shorts that were barely shorts at all. White linen, short enough to show most of Kai's thighs. In the dressing room, again with Sebastian following, Kai pulled them on. "Turn around." Kai did. Sebastian's hand immediately went to his ass, visible under the short hem. "I can almost see the plug base," he murmured. "That's perfect. We're getting these." "I can't wear these in public!"

I say as I lean against the whiteboard. "Easier being said than done, Maximilian." Sebastian shifts in his chair and looks at us. "Her skirts seem to be getting shorter and I have to rip my eyes away from her constantly." I hear Nathaniel mumble something but can't hear what it was. "What?" Sebastian says. "I know her shorts have been getting shorter. I bumped into her this morning." He turns off his phone and places it on the desk next to him. "She was with Kol and Aiden Laneyard. Her thighs and ass looked-" He trails off.

What did Kim do, tie Phillip up in the barn? Celine looked up from her phone just in time to see the crowd part, revealing Sebastian walking toward her looking like a vision. He was still wearing his riding costume, which consisted of very tight white pants and a turtleneck, a navy blazer, and tall black boots. Celine couldn’t help gaping at him. Why did he have to be so delicious? “Hey.”, he said. “Hi.”, Celine said and began twirling her hair. She was doing her best not to look at Sebastian’s body, especially his legs. Especially the bulge between his legs. Was this what it was like for men when women wore tight pants?

I left the tables I was setting and went closer to them, he circled his arms around my shoulders, making my heart flutter as a smile escaped my lips. I lifted my gaze to Sebastian but his gaze was blank like he hadn't seen me from anywhere before. “Keira, this is Sebastian Klein, my best friend. We have been friends since we were little” George introduced Sebastian to me. He reached out his hands to shake mine. “A pleasure to meet you” He mumbled as we shook hands. “Keira Miller” I introduced for a second time even though I had introduced myself yesterday. “What a cool name, heard your name from George already” He remarked and turned his gaze to George. Why was he acting like we hadn't met b