Last Goodnight

~°Chapter 23°~

I pause on my tracks. I carefully move toward the end of the hall on instinct being as quiet as I possibly can. I can hear soft music playing behind one of the closed doors. Once again I stop mid-step. I shouldn't spy on people. It was their right to be here in the confines of this place. I bite my lip debating on leaving right away, to pretend like I didn't hear anything. I make my decision until I hear the familiar voice of the skank talking. This time my eyes widen with glee. If I caught her in a compromising position I could hold something against her.

I make my way to the door placing my ear against it. It's quiet at first until I hear the skank talk again.

"I'm all yours tonight baby. See this? Feel this? All yours. All you gotta do is come for me." I hear her nasal voice demand seductively.

Ugh. I carefully pry the door open and don't even need to look further to see that she is on top of a man. The man was seated on a chair looking comfortable. The hags legs were dangling on either side of the man as she straddled him. Her back was turned toward the door so she couldn't even see that I was spying on this private moment between her and the sad bastard that had his hands on what appeared to be her breasts. She was blocking his view from the door with her body. Both of them were oblivious that they had an audience.
She was completely naked except for her panties that kept her privates from showing. Even then, it was a thong. I watch as her hands reach up to the mans shoulders as she grinds against him. The man at least still had his pants on. Wish I could say the same for her. To my utter horror she begins to gently bounce on the man and he encourages her movements as his hands come around her waist and help her, guiding her to his core.

"Let's stop playing these games. I want to feel you inside of me. Now." She demands as she moves from being on top of him and steps down from the mans lap.

I hear the tear of clothes being ripped and for a split second I think the hag has torn her thong. Thankfully it was only the mans shirt. I watch with narrowed eyes as she tosses it to the floor carelessly. She moves her body in between his and bends down to grab the buttons of his jeans. It is in that moment where I decide I'd seen too much and had barely closed the door when I recognize who the man on the chair is from the reflection of the mirror across the wall. Sebastian. I blink several times. My eyes are not deceiving me.

The sad bastard was Sebastian! My heart automatically stops beating for a few seconds as I watch the scene unfold in front of me. My whole body freezes as if the candle inside me flickers off leaving me completely cold. I try to breathe as my chest tightens. As if I weren't getting enough air into my lungs. I must of made noise without realizing because I suddenly have two pairs of startled eyes on me.

"Sorry." I mumble softly as I close the door behind them and desperately run toward the exit of this foreign hell hole. I hear Sebastian curse.

I turn the knob of the main door and run toward my dressing room, locking myself inside. What the actual fuck was that! Seconds later a fist connects with my door. 

"Adina, open the door." Sebastian demands.

I don't respond. I refuse to respond. I slide my back against the door until my bottom sits flat against the hard cold floor, holding my breath as I wait for him to leave. How could he do this to me? Him of everyone. For the second time in my life I want to scream and cry out as the pain begins to take over my whole body, wracking it in tremors as I struggle with all my might not to sob out loud. I climb back to my feet and hold on to the dresser as I glance at my expression in the mirror. My eyes are blurry from unshead tears. My skin is a sick pale white. My cheeks are flushed red with controlled anger and embarrassment for myself.

I had trusted him. Of course he would hurt me. His ego was too big and he was a fuck boy. Everyone had warned me and of course I was stupid enough to play along not realizing that the reality was that I had fallen for his charm. I had fallen for his personality. For a split second I naively believed that what we had was special and he wanted me as I did him. This sucked big time.
I push all thoughts and feelings aside as I slip into the connected bathroom and wash my face. It was my own fault for thinking that we could have more. At least now I knew where his intentions were. I fooled myself and played a dangerous game with Sebastian. It would have to end here. He was my business partner. I stupidly accepted the challenge that I could sleep with him and not fall for him. Damn it, my chest was aching so bad.
The pounding on my door only increases with each minute. I shut my mind despite wanting to break down. I had a job to do which I was very late for. I check myself out in the mirror one last time before gently placing my hand on the door knob. Ignoring my aching chest and the instinct to argue or fight with Sebastian I open the door. I remain composed and impassive as I stand in nothing but my new uniform.