His thumb brushes along my lips unclenching them free.
"If you bite your lips one more time, I promise to take your fucking clothes off." He whispers in his deep husky voice.
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It didn't take long for Claire to appear right in front of my door. "So are you going to explain why Justin is walking around parading a bruise on his face?" She says as soon as the door was closed. I'm surprised my mom let her in considering how upset she was of me earlier.
"There's nothing to explain. What did you tell him when he asked about Sebastian?" My eyebrows creases.
Claire just shrugs sitting across the bed from me. "Nothing! I don't know anything about the guy but apparently you know him well enough to make out with him on your front porch where everyone can see!"
I blush at her words. Why did she have to say it like that.
"Look Belle, you're my best friend. You can trust me. I know when you're hiding something and right now, you're desperately hiding something from me! What is it?!" She begs and I can't help but feel guilty. I sigh in defeat. "Okay fine. Just...just promise me you won't say anything to anyone and especially Justin!" I frown.
"Okay okay I promise." She holds her hands up in defensively. "Now will you tell me who this Sebastian guy is?"
I take a deep breath looking away from her.
"He's sort of...I guess my boyfriend?" My voice was high pitched so it sounded like I was asking myself rather than telling her.
Her face lightens up at the word boyfriend. "So you are dating a college guy?! Oh my gosh Belle!" She nods in approval. "But you know for a college guy, he seems pretty mature." she adds.
I try to hold in my laughter. "Well he's not actually in college. He's a CEO of some company called STEELE " I tell her.
Her mouth gapes wide open. "What?! Oh god really? You're dating a billionaire?? Wait a minute he's Sebastian Steele??" She asks as if she knew him.
I raise my eyebrow at her "Yeah, why?"
"Are you fucking kidding me Belle? He's one of the youngest billionaires alive! That's why his face looks so familiar! I've seen his face on a magazine before!" She whales.
"Really?" I was surprised to hear it, although I know I shouldn't given that he was a billionaire, of course his face would be on a magazine.
"Yes really! So when are you going to see him again?" She asks impatiently shaking me.
"I'm not sure" I sigh. I let my body fall on the pillow feeling frustrating by my own words.
"What do you mean you're not sure? I thought you said he's your boyfriend." She frowns joining me in bed.
"My mom wants me to stay away from him. She thinks he's a drug dealer." I roll my eyes. Claire bursts into laughter.
"Seriously?" She laughs. "Well if you want I can go tell your mom he's actually a billionaire." She shrugs and I'm not sure if she was joking or what.
