Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 64

CW: Mild sexual references and non-con right at the very end. Please take care!

Rosie laid on her bed staring at the ceiling.

Had there always been so many cobwebs in that corner?

She should clean those up later.

But first she should probably organise her dinners for the week.

"Mmm, you're so close aren't you?"

Shit.

"Y–yep. So, so good."

Spaghetti and meatballs sounds good...

Before she could mentally prepare her meal plan anymore, the heavy body on top of her grunted and groaned in the least sexy manner, "I'm coming!" he exclaimed, right in her ear. Loudly.

And then collapsed on top of her, groaned a little more and climbed off her, walking into the bathroom without a word.

Rosie sighed and looked down at herself, still sprawled out on the bed, though she remained fully dressed up the top.

She brought her hand up above her face and looked at the ring nestled on her left hand and then she cried.

She hated her life. She hated what it had become. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself Oliver Flint was a good person, she knew she was lying to herself.

Oliver was fine at first. They went on a few dates without the knowledge of their fathers, and Rosie did admit, sneaking around gave her a small spark of the adventure and fun she'd once experienced with Sebastian.

But then a quick engagement was forced on them. They moved out of their family homes and into a small and stuffy apartment together, Oliver chose it without her. And now here she was, staring at the ceiling wondering if this was truly all worth it.

With a heavy sigh, Rosie pushed herself off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Oliver was already in the shower, the sound of water cascading down drowning out any chance of conversation. She stared at him through the foggy glass, feeling resentment washing over her. Not the first time that had happened.

Was this all there was to life now? A boring routine of pretending to be happy and sacrificing everything she'd worked hard to change just to please her family?

"I'll suppose I'll start on dinner then," she said as Oliver emerged from the shower.

"Oh, great, could you? I don't know about you but I'm starved after that."

Rosie rolled her eyes.

She wouldn't consider laying on her back for 2 minutes while he drilled into her like a jackhammer with no regard for her or her pleasure as a workout, but she forced a smile and agreed.

"Of course," she replied, heading to the kitchen instead of having a shower herself.

As she began to prepare dinner, her mind wandered yet again. She made a simple pasta dish, one that made her want to cry every time she made it. Sebastian once said it was the best thing she'd eaten. And now she was here, cooking for a man who just treated her like a convenience.

The sound of Oliver's footsteps interrupted her thoughts as he entered the kitchen, inhaling deeply, "Smells good," he commented.

Rosie hummed and switched off the stove, serving them both a bowl.

"When do you go away again?" Oliver asked, mouth obscenely full of food.

Rosie cringed. For a pureblood he sure lacked decorum.