The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

28. Beach party.

"Where the hell did you put all my clothes, Steff?" I questioned, frantically searching through my bag only to find skimpy, revealing outfits that were clearly not mine.

Steff was nowhere to be found, and I could feel my anger rising.

"Steffon, you're in big trouble!" I yelled, storming around the lavishly decorated room in search of him. Finally, I spotted him standing outside on the balcony, talking on his phone.

"She's perfectly fine. I did what you asked of me and I got the information for you!" As soon as he saw me, he quickly ended the call.

"Who was that?" I asked, suspicion in my voice.

"Oh, I was just letting everyone know that we arrived safely," he replied casually.

"For a moment there, it sounded like you were arguing with someone," I pressed.

"Nope, just my mom being overprotective as usual. So, what did you want to talk about?" he deflected, changing the subject.

"Uh, yes, where the heck did you put my clothes?!" I shouted, remembering the reason why I was here in the first place.

"Well, not to sound rude, but they were plain and horribly tacky, so I had to get rid of them," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"You had to? Are you freaking kidding me?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. How dare he decide what I should wear?

"No, I'm not kidding, and besides, we're here to have fun, not attend a funeral," he replied, trying to downplay his actions.

"My clothes were perfectly fine the way they were, and I'm not wearing any of those revealing outfits you picked out!" I declared, furious at his audacity.

"Well, you could always go naked. That would be so much sweeter," he teased, his smirk widening.

"I'll get you back for this, Steffon. You better mark my words," I grimaced, feeling a mix of annoyance and determination.

"Woah, it does seem like Kristen taught you a thing or two about being feisty," Steff teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, so what if he did," I sassed, not backing down. "And by the way, why do we have separate rooms? We've had sleepovers before and slept in the same bed."

Steff let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm sure you'd love it if I brought a girl to our shared room for some action," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever," I mumbled, feeling weary of our playful banter and his dismissive attitude.

Seeking some solace, I retreated to my room to take a soothing bath, hoping to clear my mind and figure out my next move. As I relaxed in the warm water, my thoughts drifted to Kristen, wondering if he would reach out on my birthday.

Suddenly, my heart dropped when I saw a familiar name flashing on my phone's screen. Mixed emotions flooded over me, a combination of disappointment and a tinge of delight.

"Hello?" I answered cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

"Happy birthday," Sebastian's voice rang out, and a small smile tugged at my lips.

"Thanks... but if you don't mind me asking, who told you today was my birthday?" I curiously inquired, grateful for the unexpected call.

"A little birdie told me," he replied playfully.

"Listen about what Kristen did...." As we talked, I couldn't help but bring up the situation with Kristen once again, seeking some understanding and reassurance. Sebastian's words were comforting, though his candid assessment of Kristen stung a little.