Your Guardian Demon (Sebastian Michaelis X Reader)

Chapter 18

Honestly, the trip outside to the alley was a blur. But the moment you got a whiff of the summer night air, you stumbled away from Sebastian and gripped the brick wall in front of you and vomited everything you had in your stomach.

It was painful. Sebastian took a spare hair tie out of his pocket and tied your hair back swiftly. He always kept one with him. You were shaking as you gagged and would throw up just a little more. You expected your butler to scold you right about now, but he didn't. He rubbed your back gently and stood by your side the whole time.

Although, a part of you wished he wasn't. This was embarrassing. After a moment or two, you seemed to calm down and spit the lingering taste out of your mouth.

"Did that help?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Yeah...fantastic." You wheezed.

The demon sighed lightly and looked to the crowd of people mingling outside in the street. "I believe our night is done. It's time to go home."

"Yeah..."

He stood straight and pulled out the car keys. "Shall I carry you to the car?"

You shook your head quickly and turned so your back rested against the cool brick. "No, no...I can't move right now. I just need to...sit here for a sec."

Slowly sliding down the ball, you sat on the filthy ground and stared at your aching feet.

"I will bring the car around. Just sit tight for me."

You merely glanced at him and nodded. He gently moved a loose strand behind your ear and then made his way out to the street to get the car. The moment he was out of sight, you instantly began to cry. You leaned your head on the brick wall and silently sobbed, your shoulders bouncing up and down.

Why am I so stupid? What possessed me to act like that? I am a Countess, here on a job, and I completely screwed it up! In front of Sebastian! No wonder he doesn't want to be with you anymore, cause I act like a child!

"Rough night, love?" An older woman's voice spoke up.

You gasped a bit in surprise and opened your eye to see a taller woman in a skin tight cocktail dress standing in front of you. You couldn't see her face all that well because of the street lamp lighting, but she looked pretty built. You wiped the tears off your cheeks and sniffled.

"Not my best moment, no ma'am." You awkwardly laughed.

"Aye, don't call me ma'am now I ain't that old. Here, sip on that." She handed you a cup of water,. You hadn't noticed it at first.

"Uh, thanks." You took it and sipped on it, swishing your mouth around before spitting and taking another sip.

The cockney woman moved beside you and leaned against the brick wall. She had smooth, curly brown hair and she had such profound facial features. Not that she was ugly, but she wasn't necessarily beautiful either.

"Looked like you were havin' some fun, though. That boy you was dancin' with was real handsome."

You pressed your lips into a thin line and looked to the ground. Great, so she saw you and that whole fiasco. "He's not my type, really."

"Hm, must be nice though. Bein' able to grind on a nice man's cock known' you don't like 'im and also knowin' he wants to fuck ya. Should be lucky, ya know."

You furrowed your brows a bit as the conversation took an uncomfortable turn. Offensive, even. You took a look at her face again, and this time, you got this funny feeling. Like you've met her somewhere before.