Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 16

(Monday, June 7, 2021) One Week

(Y/N's POV)

I stood my tired ass in front of a group of my peers, the board members of my company, talking about upcoming contract renewals. I made sure everyone knew that they needed to discuss with Rachel or myself if they wanted to continue as a board member or step down.

"Make sure that if you decide that stepping down is the best choice for you, come with a couple of people in mind that you believe would be a good fit in taking your place," I continued, my eyes meeting with every pair staring back at me.

My breath got caught in my throat the second I laid my eyes on Sebastian standing in the doorway of the boardroom.

"Um, that's should be it for today. Please, have all reports on my desk by the end of the week," I added, dismissing the group.

I felt my cheeks turn red as Sebastian strutted ever so slowly in my direction. Black jeans hugged his ass and thighs just right. A black tee accompanied the jeans, clutching his well-toned body perfectly. His brown hair looked as it did when I left his bed early this morning, messy and still laying just right on top of his head.

"What are you doing here?" I blushed as he placed himself on the edge of the large oak table in the middle of the room. "How did you even know I'd be here," I continued to ask, folding my arms over my chest.

"You left," he pointed out, eyes roaming down my body, covered in a white dress that bottomed completely down my front, stopping above my knees.

"I have work," I reminded him, trying to be as confident as I was with him this weekend.

"You left me naked in my bed, alone," he whispered, running his fingers down my cheek.

My tongue ran over my upper lip at the very thought of him naked. "You know my Mondays are busy."

"So I've noticed. You're kinda a big deal," Sebastian mocked, his eyes locking with mine.

I sighed, "So about this weekend..." I trailed off, not knowing what I really wanted to say to him. I felt nervous being alone with him again, especially when all I could think about was our time together.

"This weekend was fucking amazing," he whispered, speaking those words in my ear. "Very exhausting," he added, nibbling my lobe.

I swallowed hard at his words, gripping his forearm. A chuckle escaped his lips at my response."Maybe it was a little irresponsible," I remarked, causing him to pull away, a frown on his face.

"No," he disagreed. "More like hot, sexy..." he grinned, gazing down at my cleavage that peeked out the top of my dress. "Delicious."

I quickly turned away from him. "Chris told me to have fun. I did, but part of me feels guilty," I admitted, turning back around to look at him.

"Why?" he questioned, taking a step towards me. "Because it wasn't your husband making you..." I quickly placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him from speaking.

"Please, don't finish that sentence," I begged, trying not to smile.

I felt him smirk under my touch, kissing the inside of my palm before pulling it from his mouth. "You need to stop overthinking it all. You overthought our first date. You overthought the whole media shit. Now you are overthinking this. We are having fun, a lot of fun, and I want to continue to have fun with you."

"Sebastian, I don't know you. All those times we hung out doesn't really count as me getting to know you, and yet I slept with you after only a week of dating," I pointed out.

"Do you want to get to know me?" he questioned, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. "I want to get to know you," he expressed, reaching up, drawing a single finger down my face.