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Dinner Party

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"Where have you been?" He finally speaks. He stands from the tip of my bed and walks over to me slowly. The minute he was close enough, he pulls me towards him automatically pressing my body against his. He tightens his grip on me as if he hadn't seen me in forever.

"I was worried about you." He breathes in my hair and I can feel his lips on my hair. I breath in his scent getting as much in my system before he lets me go.

"Where were you? I've been calling you." His voice was husky, I couldn't tell if it was out of anger or worry...or both?

"Don't be mad..." I say slowly. It occurred to me that the worst thing I could have done was start a conversation with 'don't be mad' because as everyone knows it's a universal rule that the next words started in that sentence will piss the other person off. He lifts his head from my hair resting his chin on me still holding me. He sighs deeply. "Tell me." His voice was all seriousness.

"I spent the day with Justin." I felt guilt overcome me ones the words were out. It's not like I did anything bad and technically Sebastian and I aren't a thing, right?

He takes a another deep breath this time pushing off his chest to stare into my eyes. I wanted to hide. "You know me threatening him to stay away from you only works if you agree to it." He rolls his eyes but I know he meant it.

"I know, but he was just apologizing and I think this time he might actually have meant it." I explain.

"I don't like you hanging out with him." He frowns.

I shake my head. Was he..."are you jealous...?" I ask in a low voice. He looks at me if I'd insulted him. "I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous. I'm possessive, it's a different story. You're mine and that's that. I thought it was clear that you're officially not allowed to be alone with any man without me being present. You being my girlfriend and all."

The word girlfriend threw me off guard.
"Girlfriend? Is that what I am now?"

He brings his hand to my face caressing my cheeks gently with his fingertips. He nods his head slowly. "This is me announcing it, although I realized I never actually asked you." He shakes his head playfully.

I can't help but smile uncontrollably at this playful side of him. He was being too playful tonight, more so than he's ever been. Was this him finally opening up to me? Or maybe it was him drunk?
"Well, Isobelle Archer, will you be my girlfriend?" I couldn't focus on anything else but his lips and the words that just came out of it. I bite my lips unsure of what to say and because right now I wanted nothing more than to press mine on his.

"You know as patient as I am, I am going to need an answer before I panic and think this is just one sided." He mimicked my smile picking my face up with his hands. I wet my lips. "Careful love, I'm a little drunk. You keep biting your lips—"

"I know. You'll throw me to that bed and rip my clothes off." The words leaving my lips scared me but sent a shock of excitement through out my body. His eyes sparkled and for a second I thought he would actually do it. I wouldn't have stopped him. "Don't be smart. Now come on, I've been waiting a whole day to take you somewhere. I promised you dinner remember." He winks tugging on my arm. He guides me downstairs and out the door. He opens the car door for me and willingly hop inside the car.

"How'd you get in my house?" I frown our of curiosity.
He shrugs pulling something from his pocket. "I might have used your special key." He suppresses a smile and I grab it from him half laughing. "That's suppose to be for emergencies!" I tell him. He shrugs again. "It was. I had to see you." He leans in to kiss me on the lips. It was a short blissful kiss but enough to make my world slow down.

He steps on the gas and drives out of the driveway. I wasn't allowed to know where we were going. Only that it was somewhere I've never been to.

"I thought you were going to be busy today?" I mumble in my seat as he drives. He nods.
"I did too, but everyone needs a day off." He smiles my way.

"So how come I can't know where we're going?" I ask.
"We're going to a dinner party." He tells me. I look down at myself. "I don't think I'm dressed for that." I tell him honestly. Last time he took me to one of his party I stood out with my jeans and plain shirt. I don't really feel like playing dejá vu. "You'll be fine." Besides, I kind of need you to keep me sane tonight. I'm taking you to meet my extended family." The playful Sebastian disappeared.

"Extended family?" I repeat out loud. He nods. "We won't stay long. But there are a few people I would like you to meet. My uncle being one. He practically raised me." He smirks.

A part of my brain was afraid that his family wouldn't approve of me. The other part was happy that he wanted me to meet them.