Open Marriage (ON HOLD)

Chapter 32

"Baby, do you need anything before I leave," Y/N asked her son Sunday morning, getting ready to leave the hospital.

"No, mama. Dad should be here soon," Josh smiled. "So go have fun. Don't worry about me."

Y/N frowned, turning towards Josh. "Did you just tell me to have fun on my date?"

"I don't like that you are with Mr. Stan, but you are happy," he pointed out. "That's all that matters."

The woman placed a kiss on her son's cheek. "Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Can I go home tomorrow?" he asked, placing that dopey smile on his face that matched his father's.

"I think we are shooting for Tuesday," she expressed, causing Josh's smile to fade. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too, mama," he responded, hugging his mother.

Y/N took a few to admire her son before leaving his room and the hospital. Part of her didn't want to leave him, but she knew Zac would take care of him in her absence.

She thought a lot about canceling her date with Sebastian due to radio silence for two days. She didn't even know if he would show, but it was Chris' birthday and the man still wanted to go golfing.

After surprising the birthday boy at his hotel, Y/N went home to prepare for her date. She took her time in the shower, grooming properly every inch of her body. She placed her favorite carnation pink golf skirt around her waist, confirming in the mirror that her ass looked good. Part of her felt upset for Sebastian shutting her out. She wanted to make him suffer a bit, so she paired a white polo with her skirt. Her toned stomach came into view each time she lifted her arms a slightly. She figured, no hoped, that her little outfit would rile him up enough to talk.Once completely dressed, Y/N pulled a few strands of hair back out of her face, curling the rest. Sebastian loved the way her hair cascaded down her back. Another ploy of hers to get him to speak to her.

With very little makeup on her face, she grabbed the bag she needed for tonight's festivities, along with her phone and keys. Once everything was in the car, she drove in the direction of the country club Chris belonged to.

She did her best to push away all the anxiety coursing through her body, walking into the air-conditioned building. She placed herself at the bar, ordering an Old-Fashion, waiting for her friends to show. She took a quick peek around the room, looking for a familiar face, turning her attention back to her drink. A little liquid courage would help her deal with Sebastian.

"Has Chris Evans arrived yet?" a voice questioned, drawing Y/N attention.

Her breath got caught in her throat, seeing the man dressed in white pants and a dark blue polo. She let her eyes drift from his body to face, finding a bit of stubble on his chiseled jawline. She sighted bags under his eyes, feeling as if she could be the cause. She downed the rest of her drink, slowly rising to her feet.

"Sebastian," she called out.

The actor's neck snapped in her direction, a small smile creeping upon his face. It quickly faltered when she walked towards him. The photos of her and Zac flashed into his thoughts, hating himself for letting it get to him this much. He felt his mouth go dry when he took in her appearance. He didn't understand how she could make golf attire sexy. He scolded himself for letting his mind go there, not sure he could deal with this woman.

"Hi, Y/N," he greeted, placing his hands in his pockets.

Y/N's smile faded a bit, hearing him speak her name. "It's good to see you," she said, reaching to fix his collar, only he pulled away.