luxe (sebastian stan)

Twelve

It was a couple of hours before I was needed. During that time I mainly slept, thankful that I was so fatigued that my dreams were a forgetful blur. When Sebastian burst into the room, adjusting his watch, he nudged my shoulder gently. "Dinner's in about thirty minutes you need to get ready," his voice was hushed, his command sounding like a lullaby. I groaned before ultimately sitting up on the bed, rubbing my eyes and putting my hair up in a bun. "I see you broke the bed in," Sebastian joked, "Is it up to your standards?"

"Is it sad if I say it's the best bed I've ever slept in?" I asked as I walked into the bathroom to rinse my face. I heard Sebastian chuckle from the other room, "I can't figure out if that says more about you or about Gregor's wealth." "Probably me," I opened a tub of skin cream I bought in Italy and applied it, massaging my face until the skin felt supple, "I don't even think my net worth would hit triple digits."

Sebastian entered the bathroom as I started on my makeup. He didn't tell me how to dress for dinner, so I opted for a lighter look that would work for both casual and ostentatious appearances. He leaned over the sink and watched as I did my makeup, and I glared at him suspiciously. "Do you need something?" I asked as I finished blending my foundation and began contouring my face. "Did your time at the club not set you up well financially?" he asked.

I shrugged, "It was definitely the best paying job I've had in the past five years, but I didn't see a lot of the money. I still had bills, loans, and rent to pay and I was putting a lot of it into the bank for when I could actually start my life." "Has your life not started yet?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "I mean when I actually get to settle down," I rolled my eyes, "I don't want to be waitressing at a strip club or dangling on your arm forever. "

"And what is it that you want to do?" Sebastian asked and I hesitated. Immediately flashbacks of my parents and aunts and uncles staring me down popped in my mind. I remember my mother yelling at me because I had wasted thousands of dollars only to want to be a vagabond. Thanksgiving dinners where my cousins bragged about their entry level corporate jobs while looking down at me swam along the forefront of my mind. I always hated telling people my dreams because my dreams weren't theirs.

Sebastian respected my silence as I pondered how to answer the question and did my eyeliner. Once the latter action was finished, I put the eyeliner back in my makeup bag, shifted my body to face him, and folded my arms across my chest. "Wander," I told him, "I just want to see the world. Live and then work, not vice versa." "I wanted to do the same thing when I was younger," Sebastian said, grasping my interest, "I was actually gonna give the organization to Gregor and Stelios when I took charge."

"What happened?" I asked and Sebastian smiled gently, shaking his head. He left the bathroom and after putting on setting spray, I quickly followed him. "It's not a conversation to have right before we have dinner with my brothers," Sebastian opened the closet doors, pulling out a dark blue dress shirt, "But I will say it's the reason for the animosity."
He then proceeded to take his shirt off and replace it with the dress shirt. I also focused on getting ready, but I couldn't help but sneak a glance or two. Though it was his person I found myself desiring, his physical appearance was unmatched. He always said that I was his arm candy, but good God I was nothing compared to him. He makes Apollo cry.

I pulled out the black dress I wore the night we had dinner with Vincent. As I looked at it, memories of the night flooded my mind, but I shook them away. One bad night was not going to stop me from wearing a dress I looked hot in. Especially a dress that begged for assistance with the zipper.

"I love that dress on you," Sebastian said from behind, apparently a lot closer than I realized, "It rivals the gold one from the first night." "I didn't know you had such a keen eye for fashion," I scoffed as I tried to zip the dress up on my own. Sebastian pushed my hands out of the way, replacing them with his own. He zipped the dress up horribly slow, and I was torn between telling him to hurry up and embracing the moment. "I don't," he chuckled, his breath kissing the back of my neck, "You just wear them so well."