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Chapter Sixteen

                  

The taste of his lips overwhelmed my senses as the kiss deepened and my body pushed against the door that I left ajar. I was lost in a thick fog of hormones and hysteria when his hands moved from around my face to my hips, holding them firmly as I walked backwards into my hotel room. Swiftly, he slammed the door shut without breaking the kiss. A soft playful moan left his mouth after he cupped his hands around my ass, liking what he felt.

I was too enamored by his luxurious cologne that bathed his skin and the heavenly way his body felt so perfect pushed into mine to tell him to stop. Nothing about what we were doing felt wrong. My subconscious was silenced by his rough hands roaming freely along my body, grabbing for more. He was ruthless and I was no better. Holding on his collar, pulling at his shirt, running my hands up and down his face and neck. Finding my fingers lost in his long dark locks, I knew I didn't want to stop at just that.

My fingers discovered the row of buttons on his shirt, tugging at them. I was only half way through unbuttoning his shirt when our bodies collided with the mattress. My hands fell away from his chest and curled around his waist, holding him in place over me. But that was no use because the second our lips parted from each other he rolled his back onto the bed and lifted me up on top.

I raised a brow, smiling. "Are sure it's okay I'm on top? Aren't you worried that'll deflate your ego?"

The typical Sebastian would snap with his own comeback.

"Shut up and take off that dress for me," he ordered, so low and gravely that I wasn't sure if that was the Sebastian I was used to seeing. When I didn't quickly move for the zipper of my dress, he grumbled, clearly irritated. "Take off the dress yourself or I'll rip it off."

Okay. So hormonal Sebastian was a lot more aggressive and straightforward, I thought, taking note of that in case I needed it for future reference.

I reached around my back and unzipped it, feeling a flush of heat dance all over my skin when the fabric fell around my hips. It was the first time I was partially exposed in front of someone since I was a teenager, in that dirty van back in High School. Insecurity stabbed into my once confident smile, causing my head to turn away from Sebastian, lowering my gaze down to the floor.

He had been with countless girls before me, girls that looked a hell of a lot better than me. Super models and Pop Icons like his ex-fiancé. The fact that I'd gotten this far with him without him pushing me away, glaring in disgust was a complete shock. I wasn't the type of girl he usual went for.

He lifted my chin, forcing my face up and to look right at him like he knew what was racing through my vulnerable thoughts.  His gorgeous blue eyes were locked on to mine. I could swear on it now, in that moment of close proximity, that the blue skies from above looked down at him with pure envy. No one should be allowed to be this handsome. It's bad for my health.

"You're undoubtedly breathtaking, Maddie." His hungry eyes graced over my bare body. "Every inch of you."

He didn't say I was beautiful. He didn't call me pretty or cute or any of those other disposable words every woman wanted to have whispered into her ear by her lover. Words he's surely called many women before me. But something in the way he said 'undoubtedly breathtaking' told me he'd never used those two sets of words before to describe his previous sexual conquests.

"W-" He began to say.

"Shhh," I said and leaned forward, rejoining our lips. I rolled against the mattress, shifting who was on top again. The kisses grew longer, drawn out, deeper. His lips made a trail down my neck, over my collarbone, and to the valley of my breasts.

"No," He snapped at himself. "I shouldn't do this." He lifted off me abruptly, moving like a blur. "He wouldn't want me doing this."

"He?" I echoed, muddled.

His fingers went up to his buttoned up shirt. He said something under his breath as he rushed to the door, shutting it behind him. I was left alone, half naked in my hotel room with a more than confused look on my face. It was like something had ripped him away from me.

"What is up with him?" I whispered to myself in the emptiness of my hotel room.

*

That next morning, I paced the length of my hotel room. I couldn't sleep last night. There was no way I could close my eyes after what happened between Sebastian and I. Or what didn't happen, actually.

Would I be crossing the line if I brought it up to him today during our trip over to the headquarters of Lockhart Inc.? A lot of me didn't want to confront him about how he walked out on me in the middle of things. But I would be kicking myself for ages if I didn't get it out of him now.

Heaving a deep breath, I grabbed the door knob of my room and went into the hallway. I repeated the same words I'd told myself all morning, cheering myself on to get out of my room and talk to him. I wasn't nervous. I honestly wasn't.

Alright. That was a lie. A big, awful, stupid lie. I was scared out of my mind. He was still my boss in the end. And I'd clearly recalled the papers I'd signed, saying I wouldn't be involved with a worker. It was policy that we didn't get involved with each other. What if he fired me?

He kissed you first, Maddie. I reminded myself. Or did he? I was the one who put my lips on his.

I shook my head, clearing it of the madness going on in my head and reached his door. My hand went to knock on it, but I froze when I heard giggling from the other side.

Was there someone in there with him? Seriously? Already?

He was unbelievable. Fucking. Unbelievable.

Infuriated, I banged on the door a lot harder than I had intended at first before I heard the giggling. Displeased would be the wrong word on how I felt when I saw who opened the door. Heartbroken was slightly off. Pissed off was the correct choice.

A woman with fire red hair, cascading down her back in long waves greeted me at the door. She was dressed in nothing but his white button up shirt that he had on last night.

She grinned, holding on to the door. "Sorry. We won't be needing room cleaning today."

"Do I look like a fucking maid?" I spat and pushed against the door, hard. As I walked further into the hotel room, I saw a second girl still sleeping in the sheets beside a shirtless Sebastian, who was on his phone. I turned back to the first girl. "I don't know you. And frankly I don't think I want to know you. So please. Before I do something I regret, get the hell out of this room."

"Who are you?" She puffed.

"Out." Sebastian joined in. "And take your friend."

"I thought you said we'd-"

"Get out before I have to call security." He huffed, bored out of his mind. He didn't even look up from his phone once. He was such a gentleman.

I remained standing near the wall with my arms crossed till the two women left the room. Waiting a moment, I composed my thoughts and stared at him.

At last, he looked up from his phone. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Wh..why...am I..s..staring?" I huffed, unsure on how I should start.

"Use your words like a big girl, Ms. Clark."

"So I'm Ms. Clark again?" I hated the fact that my voice cracked in the process. "I should've known-"

"Why would it have changed?" He pushed back the bedsheets and stood up. It took him a second, but he finally got what I was referring to. And he laughed. "Oh, you think what happened last night was supposed to change something?" He laughed even harder. "I was drunk."

"All you had was water last night." I corrected.

"Then you were drunk," he concluded. "I don't think you remember that night as well as you think you do."

"You mentioned a guy. And how he wouldn't want you to do what you were doing."

His shoulders tensed up.

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