Cursed Love

CH-8

Author's Pov

Do you even know who am I?

I don't and I don't care!

He slowly unfolded his dark grey eyes glaring at the table in front of him, her words, her eyes and even the slightest thought of her weren't ready to leave his aching head. She was just stuck in his mind like a stubborn magnet not ready to free him from her unwanted thoughts.

Clenching his jaw hard he narrowed his eyes at the glass table before a familiar face flashed on the table, and this time it wasn't the look that scratches his ego instead it was the same image of her he wasn't able to forget. The picture of him holding her in his arms, and her being completely bounded by him. That soft body and teary blue eyes again invaded his senses making him sigh disrupted.

His elbow was resting on the arm of the couch he was sitting on, he swirled his index finger over his rough thumb while keeping his sharp gaze fixed on the glass table, he wanted to halt the venomous memories of her but it just wasn't in his hands anymore. She was just stuck in his mind and no matter how much he tries she wasn't ready to leave him.

Confining his eyes he heard her voice filled with nothing but mocking and taunting. He just wanted that little firefly to leave his head but even after all his tries he wasn't able to think or do anything else except dwell in her memories, but why? Why does she attract him so much? She has nothing special in her for him to actually be smitten by her but then again. Why does he keep on thinking about her if she's not any special?

Maybe because of her stubborn attitude, or maybe her bravery, or maybe the way she doesn't even flinch when he invades her personal space, he has no idea what is about her that tempts him to no end. Nowadays he has lost himself, he doesn't even act like the Sebastian he used to.

Jaw clenched, teeth clasped hardly remembering what he did last night when he attended the party his mother asked him to. There his mother introduced him to one of her friend's daughters. The woman was hot and has everything that he used to find enough worthy to take her to his bed. Keyword used to.

Flashback

"Sebastian." He looked up hearing a soft feminine voice, his slightly drunk grey eyes met with unfamiliar green ones. She softly smiled at him but the man was too smart to not understand the meaning behind it, the way she slowly took the seat on the couch in front of him it was obvious she was trying to seduce him.

"You completely disappeared after meeting me, I thought you would want to know me more." Her voice came out a little low and rasped than usual. He chuckled chugging a full glass of alcohol down his throat before moving his eyes toward her exposed leg.

She was one hot woman he has to admit. She was looking smoking hot in her ankle-length gown with a side slit starting from her inner thigh, and he understood the purpose of her showcasing her leg right before his eyes. He bit his lower lip feeling a little hot because of alcohol and thinking about all the dirty deeds he wanna do with this seductress.

He placed the empty glass on the table before leaning forward and staring at her with his hypnotizing eyes, the girl had to clench her legs together feeling the wetness staining her panties. The man was indeed a walking sex god. She bit her lower lip leaning forward as well giving him a full view of her cleavage.

"Wanna get out of here?" He whispered in his deep raspy voice and the girl desperately nodded her head. She wanted to get a taste of him badly.

He stood up feeling a little light-headed because of the toxic drink he had earlier and made his way towards the bathroom. The girl instantly followed him letting him understand how desperate and needy she was for him right now.