The pickpocket and the billionaire

Chapter 12

And finally I managed to write another chapter! It's been busy, guys! Dedication to momotc101 for the input!

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12

"How do you know my mother?" I asked. It was such a strange scene. He was lying in bed, shirtless, with his hands folded behind his head. His muscled showed beautifully. The sheet had fallen down, so it rested around his waist. I didn't mind the view of his bare chest, not really.

I, on the other hand, stood against his dresser, brushing my hair with a brush he never used. Contrary to him, a shirt was the only thing I was wearing. There was this strange atmosphere between us. I didn't know if he felt it too, but we were so at ease with each other. It had never been like that before. Everything was always so tense and sexual. This felt good.

"When your father did business with my father, in the early years, your mother often came by." He said, and unfortunately, that was everything he wanted to say. He should know better, because he knew Paige Hartley.

"Let me do some calculations, shall I?" I asked sarcastically. Yep, by the look on his face, he knew what was coming. "How old are you?" He hesitated, and a defiant look passed his face. "You don't want to tell me?" I taunted. "Come on, there's no need to hide it anymore. We already slept together."

He scowled, and dropped his relaxed attitude. He lowered his hands and was on the defensive immediately. "If you so strongly insist on knowing, I'm 27." He said coolly.

"Okay, let's see. My mother left  when I was seven. I am eighteen years old, almost nineteen." I pretended to count on my fingers before I continued. "That means you were around fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. You were a teenage boy. You don't befriend grown women at that age. You may have met her back then for the first time, but how do you really know her?" I asked. "Did you sleep with her too?"

"Paige!" He exclaimed indignantly. "Of course I did not sleep with a woman who's twice my age." He looked like he was just about ready to spill the beans, but he still needed a little persuasion. I walked forward and crawled on the bed. I sat opposite of him, cocking my head to the side.

"I know next to nothing about my own parents, Sebastian. I saw the woman who gave birth to me yesterday, and she couldn't get away from me fast enough." I rested my hand on his leg, which was covered with a sheet, and leaned forward a bit. "Please." I emphasized the word. After everything that happened, I knew he wouldn't be able to resist me.  

"I'll tell you what I know about your mother, but I have a condition." A devious look appeared on his overly handsome face. I studied him long and hard, before licking my lips, and replying.

"I'm listening." A flirtatious smile made its way to my lips, without my consent. We looked deep in each other's eyes when he responded.

"You have to let me take you on a date. And you can't see any other men." He talked slowly to let the meaning of his words sink in. There was really no problem with those requests, except that he tried to bribe me.

"That are two conditions, not one." I said.

"Take it or leave it." He easily retorted.

"Ask me nicely." I ordered, trying to keep a smug look of my face.

"Do you want that information on your mother or not?" He asked. I crawled closer to him and lifted my leg over his until I was straddling him. I placed one hand on his chest and cocked my head to the side.

"Don't you want me anymore?" I asked sweetly. His eyes grew dark and unreadable, and his lips parted slightly.

"Paige, do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked, giving me his answer. One thing I liked about him, was that even if I defeated him, he would not show it. It always looked like he was in control of the situation, and I admired that. Aside from that, it made me feel safe.