Hidden Pasts | 18+|

06

Anastasia's POV:

Is there a fucking weighted blanket on me? I swear I can't move my body. My eyes pried open as I was finally released from my state of despair. Despite my complete loss of time, I vividly remember Sebastian sitting by my side every night, clasping my hand and talking to me. He was the sweetest man towards me, but by the way he talked about his job, he saw himself as a monster. I could never think about him that way. Henry is a monster and I'm almost completely certain that Sebastian is nothing like him. Otherwise he wouldn't do what he's done for me so far while I've been in the hospital.

"This hospital room is kinda dampening the mood. Where's my cute decor and candles- oh my god, candles" I thought as I could feel the cold sheets around me, making me shiver and pull myself further under the covers. I don't know how long I've been asleep for but I'm pretty sure at this point I should be dead.

I could hear many people walking down the long halls of the hospital, some slowly while others quick. However, the approaching footsteps were different, they made my breath hitch and freeze in anticipation.

There he was. Looking as beautiful as ever in his black dress pants, gucci belt, black button up, topped  off with a gold watch and chain. He had no right looking this good while I look like a heap of garbage. But I mean, I did just come out of a coma so I think that's fair.

His hazel eyes flickered with warmth as they rested on my features, his hands slightly trembling, I couldn't tell how he was feeling but from the way my heart was thumping uncontrollably, I could feel our unspoken connection.

His long legs allowed him to stride with such confidence and it asserted his dominance to anyone walking by. He arrived at the side of my bed and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck.

I was done fighting it, I let him do it and I enjoyed the feeling of him. 

"Anastasia. I thought I lost you" he slowly exhaled.

"Not that easily, big guy" I said as I teasingly ran my hands down the hard plain of his back muscles and landing on his toned abs. Damn, what medicine did they give me??

"Don't tempt me Ana," his deep voice whispered into my ear, making my body shiver and tremble under his hands.

"What are you going to do about it?" I leaned up and brushed my lips against his.

His hand grabbed the hair at the base of my head and pulled my lips to his. It was aggressive- passionate and it made heat rush down to my most sensitive part. I moaned against his lips and that only urged him to place his hand on my jaw and hold it to keep me in place. I opened my mouth to invite him in and he took the opportunity as his tongue explored for the first time. He bit my lip as he pulled away and our foreheads were resting on each other's.

"That was nice, Mr De Luca" I said, earning an angry glare from Sebastian.

"Nice? You won't be saying it was nice when I finally have my way with you, Miss Hill." He smirked with a devilish glint in his eye, "that is- when you get better" he winked.

"Oh, I'll get better just for you Sebby. Right after I pull myself together because I probably look like shit right now, right?" I asked, laughing half heartedly.

His gaze turned serious, reflecting his assertion.

"Listen to me," he gripped my face with force and I couldn't help but take in a sharp inhalation of breath. "You, and only you, are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Is that clear?" He said through gritted teeth with a sense of sincerity underpinning it.

"Yes" I replied breathlessly. "Sir."

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.