Hidden Pasts | 18+|

07

Anastasia's POV:

"That's it. You're coming with me, I'll call my chauffeur, Taylor, and he will pick us up immediately. I'll call Sawyer to escort your friend home too" Sebastian smirked after our last interaction.

"Victoria's awake?" My voice escalated in surprise.

"Yes she is, and she's doing well, but she will recover better at my mansion because I have all of the best nurses at my disposal" he replied.

The nurse walked in and said "Excuse me Mr De Luca, but I can't let you leave without a proper discharge."

His demeanour changed and his face was set in a scowl, his dominance radiating off his muscular frame.

"No. I'm taking them both home and if you have something to say about it, my men will drop you like a fly and I can guarantee you, that your future will be no longer" he said in his husky voice, making me feel a type of way.

He collected himself and said "can I please have a few moments alone with her?"

The nurse quickly ran away, not willing to risk her position because when Sebastian said something, he meant it.

"Anastasia, we need to talk about what just happened." Sebastian lowered his voice and demanded my answer.

"What happened?" I questioned and my lips were pulled into a sly smile across my face.

"Don't play with me Ana, I'm serious. Did you feel the same way I did because I know for sure I've never felt this away about anyone."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Am I dreaming or am I still in a coma? Come on silly bitch, wake up. I pinched myself and to my surprise, I was very much awake.

After moments of tense silence that could be cut with a knife, I replied, "I feel the same way."

My eyes casted downwards to my fiddling hands, suddenly nervous, before I felt a harsh pulling on my hair, making me look him directly in the eyes, trying to find the answers to my uncertainty in his hazel orbs.

"Good," his lips met mine and then my cheek before pulling away and I immediately missed the feeling of him beside me.

Before I had time to process it, Sebastian demanded, "Anastasia, grab your stuff, we're leaving."

"I- I can't move Sebastian" I whispered.

His voice softened as walked towards me and gathered me into his arms bridal style.

"I'll carry you then, darling."

We walked through the door and Sebastian talked to the nurses on the way out and they quickly filled out the papers we needed to leave and with that, I was walked to his car.

The back door was opened by an older gentleman, who I assume was Taylor, and I was gently placed onto the black leather seats of his Mercedes before being buckled in by Sebastian. His hands brushed my chest and I let out a soft gasp, catching his eyes and I saw them light up with need.

He knew what he did and he used it as leverage. Oh my god. The sexual tension in the car was indescribable. Luckily there was a wall in between the driver and the backseat because otherwise I imagine he would be becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

I don't think Sebastian would actually do anything past kissing because of my condition but I couldn't help but want to do more.

This was completely out of my comfort zone but I felt at ease. It wasn't forced and I wasn't scared. I should be though. Shouldn't I?

I looked out the window, resting my head on the door and tried to ignore the hazel eyes examining my every move beside me.

It was quite difficult but I managed to make it to his house without much awkwardness.

Shocking, I know.