Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 82 - Welcome to the Five A.M. Club

I put my heavy suitcases on the bed. This task requires a considerable effort from me, as my arms are painful because of the intense workout of earlier at the gym, rowing and lifting all those weights, and because I'm as weak as a baby kitten too. I leave my amplifier and Flying-V in the hallway. I will decide, later on, the best place to set them in Sebastian's tiny studio. Well, his studio is not as small as Sarah's, but it is still smaller than the monumental mansion I lived in for the last two months.

I let out a long sad sigh, as I'm still broken-hearted of having to leave the manor without warning. Thus, it intrigues me the extra care of Viktor Bartholy towards me what only increases my curiosity about what kind of relationship he had with my grandma.

"Where in the Earth I would be more protected than in one of the Original's fortresses? However, if the Descendants of Templar have suspicions on the Bartholys, there is no safer place than afar from the mansion, indeed. It isn't without a reason that granny called him an old fox."

I open Sebastian's wardrobe to check how I can arrange my clothes in. For my luck, like any man, he doesn't have many garments. I have plenty of space to organize my stuff, but not everything will fit in there, and I have to keep some clothes in the suitcases. As the winter approaches, I decide to leave all my summer clothes inside of them because I won't use this type of clothes any time soon.

I'm distracted, organizing my stuff when Sebastian comes close to me. He is wearing just a small towel wrapped on his waistline. I glance at him, but, fast, I move my gaze away from this perfect masculine specimen of the human race. I know he does it on purpose, in a try to mess up with my poor hormones, but I have to remember that I'm mad at him, and that won't be a second round of sex for now. Things must be discussed and clarified first.

He gets a pajama's trousers from one of the drawers, removes the tiny towel, throwing it on my face, teasingly. I get the towel and shoot him dead with my look. Even though he is completely nude in front of me, I'm so pissed on him that it doesn't turn me on... Well... I keep staring at his nakedness...

"His cock is really gorgeous, large and thick, and always rubs the correct spots of my femininity..."

I bite my lower lip. I can feel my pussy contracting in excitement, claiming to have him inside of it. I get flushed and soaked. Sebastian knows very well what he is doing with me and how I feel like a she-cat on the heat next to him. He knows he has the upper hand and that I surrender to his wishes and wills in a finger-snapping.

"No! I won't surrender this time! Good sex won't make me forget what he has done!"

I look back at my clothes, selecting what goes inside the wardrobe and what will remain inside the suitcases. Sebastian laughs out loud, as he knows that I'm mad at him, although he is not sure why, as we have just made love in the bathroom.

Sebastian: What's up, little fairy? Why are you in a bad mood after I made you scream my name?

He asks while getting dressed. He feels so cocky and sure of his manhood for making me cum many times during love. Well, how doesn't it be if he is a master in the art of the pleasures of the flesh? And his magnetic dangerous wild aura also helps in unleashing the female hormones all around, including mines. However, he doesn't have the upper hand over me this time.

I shout at him with an aggressive and accusatory tone of voice, displaying all my frustration and anger towards him in being part of the conspiracy trio.

Khawla: What's up?! What's up is that no one asked my opinion or informed me what's going on and shared with me the right to decide about MY life! I'm not a small kid that others make decisions on behalf of! How I hate this! Because my grandmother thought she could decide on behalf of her son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter that she has destroyed an entire family! I'm perfect sound, and I can make my own decisions on what is best for myself! No one has the right to decide on my behalf!