The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter nine - Sebastian

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✨ Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time ✨
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
✨ Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight ✨
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I have been awake for a while now, but I'm waiting for the pounding in my head to lessen and the queasy feeling in my stomach to go away. My mouth is dry and tastes like toothpaste and a faint hint of vomit, and my throat is parched.

I need water, a shower, and a hangover cure. Not necessarily in that order.

I woke up in my room in Eva's house and I have no clue how I got here. Last thing I remember was Cole and I arguing over which Harry Potter book was the best. I have no idea what happened after the first three vodka shots. I'm dangerously lightweight, that's why Cole was supposed to look after me but he obviously didn't. I should call and check on him.

I get up slowly and look for my phone. Which I find in the pocket of my jeans that is under the pile of clothes on the floor. Horrified, I realize I had stripped down to nothing before passing out in bed.

I never sleep naked. The thought of waking up to a zombie apocalypse in my birthday suit is just too mortifying. I would have no time to change obviously, so I would be forced to face the remaining people alive butt naked. I would rather die.

I just hope no one was with me to witness my strip show.

I don't think I'm that lucky, though.

I call twice but he doesn't answer. Assuming he's still passed out or his phone is on mute - like always - I leave a message, telling him to call me when he wakes up.

I try to take a quick shower but I'm slow and my headache is worse than when I woke up. I want to know how I got here and if Eva saw me drunk. God, I hope not. She already doesn't think much of me and I talk a lot - more - when I'm drunk.

I also don't know if I am welcome in her house, especially after how I ran away like a child the other day. I should've stayed and talked to her like an adult but as she said, I'm a weak little boy.

After drying off and wearing my gray sweatpants, I run downstairs. It's already ten o'clock, so Eva won't be home now. I'll just grab a glass of water quickly and then-

I stop abruptly.

Eva is standing in front of the counter, slicing strawberries and arranging them neatly on a plate of pancakes. I'm frozen in place six feet away from her, staring at her beautiful face - that betrays no emotion of what she's feeling - and trying to get my heart to slow down.

She doesn't care about me. I can't still possibly be this affected by her.

She looks up. Before thanksgiving night, I would've sworn that her slate grey eyes warmed up just by seeing me, but now, I know it is just another act. Or maybe I am just a form of entertainment for her. "Good morning, darling! Take a seat. Breakfast is ready."

I'm still frozen, my gaze fixed on her face in shock as she pours me a glass of orange juice and places it next to the plates of food.

"Sit." I do. "Eat."

Only then, I notice how hungry I am. I skipped dinner last night.

I still don't understand what game Eva is playing but I am starving so the questions can wait for a few minutes. And the breakfast is actually really good. Not as good as Maria's, but still pretty good.

After devouring the food in five minutes, I finally lean back with a content sigh and rub my belly.

At that moment I notice two things. One, I came down shirtless so I am sitting here in front of Eva eating the breakfast she prepared for me, bare chested. Two, she has been uncharacteristically quiet and staring at me for the past five minutes. Her eyes are glued on the hickey she gave me on my neck.