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he asked, completely pissed off. Simon straightened on his seat and pointed his index finger on Sebastian again with a sour look on his face, "You have a dating rumor with Sis Bammie!" he exclaimed which made Sebastian instantly surprised. "What?!" he spatted, with eyes as wide as saucer, "You've got to be fvcking kidding me!" he scoffed in disbelief.

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

he said and licked his lower lip, seductively. " You have a weird way of making a request. I don't want to hear the universe's voice" she snapped " Your choice" " Yes, my choice" " Are you sure you won't regret it? I mean the universe's voice is beautiful" he said " I would rather listen to a dog bark" she snapped She is a hard one to crack, but he won't give up just yet. He is Maverick Madon he gets whatever he wants. "I guess you don't want to know the secret person too," he said referring to the person she is going to give the invitation card to.

I don't remember leaving the CazoS tower that night. The ride home in Sebastian's black car—the one driven by the armed, silent security chief—was a blur of shock and humiliation. My mind was screaming two opposing truths: He knows everything, and He kissed me. The knowledge that Sebastian had systematically researched my life, identifying every vulnerability, should have solidified my resolve to quit. Instead, the raw heat of his kiss, the possessive declaration that I was his asset, short-circuited all logic.

I warn, glaring playfully. “I’m just saying,” she teases, following me to the door, “you’re living in a romance novel.” "Am I now?" I thought to myself as Elise's words bounce off my ears. I step outside, and my breath catches. Sebastian waits just outside the apartment, exuding power and sophistication in a sharp black suit that molds to his frame like it was designed to intimidate. His dark hair is slicked back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the piercing blue eyes that lock onto me like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You taste so good. Like fucking honey." Sebastian whispered, pushing one of his fingers inside her as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. Lorraine's eyes were rolling back in the pleasure that was taking over her body, control slipping steadily out of her hand as she got lost in her high. Sebastian Phoenix was a drug, he was a living, breathing drug which made you submit to him and made you feel just how much you need him. Pushed and pulled and took and gave and he was so intense. He added another finger, moving them at a steady pace as his mouth did wonders to her body. Panting hard as she took support of his shoulders to stay still. The hot pool in her stomach growing.

All the young girls around him went crazy over him. A man like him ticked all the boxes of a woman’s fantasies of Prince Charming. However, despite the burning gazes around him, Sebastian didn’t even look at anyone else. Right then, a beautiful lady who looked like an internet celebrity walked up to Sebastian. “Hey, handsome guy, do you mind adding me on WeChat?” “I’m not interested…” Sebastian frowned slightly. Right after he said that, another beautiful lady, who looked like an internet celebrity, walked over to him from somewhere nearby. “Hey… Mr. Brenand, didn’t you say you hated queuing up for things? Why did you personally queue up today?”

"Oh hi, I'm Sophia." "Anna. I'm Michael's mate." She said seriously. "Chill girl. I'm not trying to steal your man. I was just happy to see him again." I raise my arms in surrender. "Then move your sexy ass back here, love, before I decide to kill my Gamma." Sebastian said obviously trying to stay calm. "Oh please. I'm not scared of your empty threats. And how many times do I have to tell that you are not the boss of me."

His words made us gasp because we did not expect him to be so expressive about it. “Are you? Are you referring to Maria?” When I asked that question, Sebastian looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head then he rolled his eyes. “Yes, I was referring to Maria Bellucci. I am madly in love with that woman. She makes me lose my train of thoughts with just one touch.”

I could see it in his eyes, that predatory glint which spoke volumes of his intentions—intentions that undeniably involved Michael. "Thinking about your new lover?" Sebastian's voice was soft but menacing, insinuating itself into my thoughts, unbidden. “Yeah, I have heard of you and rich-boy Michael. I am going to make sure he gets it inside his head, that he is messing with the wrong guy.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to give voice to the storm of anxiety his presence conjured within me. My silence was my shield, my armor against the assault of his dark promises.