Chapter Eleven

Alina

The pain was immediate and excruciating but I kept myself together. I didn't cry, I didn't move, I didn't react. Not for long anyway. It was a good thing that I had learned self-control.

“Mother!” Sebastian yelled angrily. He walked up to his mother and pulled her away from me. “Now you listen to me, that isn't what happens. You don't get to hit her, you don't have a say in this!”

“Seb, let go of your mother this minute!” His father screeched. “I don't have the patience to deal with your temper tantrums”

“She is nothing but a common prostitute” Mrs Wolfe chirped in. “Why would you protect her”

“I am not! Don't talk about me like this, especially when I also have the power to make and break your company. You want to be a part of my grandfather's company so bad, my rejection wouldn't hurt you now but we all know you'd barely survive. Don't push me” My voice was raw, filled with rage and anger, as my emotions were overflowing. I didn't realize it but I was holding back sobs.

The whole place was silent and one could hear a pin drop. No one moved nor breathed, everyone's eyes stayed glued to me. I knew they could tell that I was not bluffing.

After what felt like forever, Mr Wolfe, the older Mr Wolfe broke the silence. “Very well then, let's get it done” he then got up and left the room. I don't know what he meant by that but Everyone followed him except Sebastian who stood still without moving an inch.

“Take me to my room” I ordered him quietly and without looking at him.

Surprisingly, he led the way, and I followed behind him in complete silence. Once we reached the door leading to the guest rooms, Sebastian stopped walking.

“Do you regret what you did?” His question was almost nonchalant. Like he didn't really care whether I liked him or hated him.

“Did you give me an option?” I answered coldly while staring at the floor.

“No” his answer was simple, honest, and unhesitant but there was something in it.

“I need to change my clothes, give me something to wear. Charles … I mean my grandfather will send all of my belongings soon. I also need to be left alone”

For a few seconds, he didn't respond, but in the end, he pointed to the wardrobe “You can get something of mine in there that would fit” His voice came out low and quiet, almost as if I was hearing it through a dream. He walked past me as if he didn't even notice the tears gathering in my eyes.

“What do you mean something of yours, is this your room?”

“Yes,” he said shortly.

“Why?”

He turned to face me, and I noticed that he was avoiding my eyes. “Because we are married and we will stay in the same room”

I shook my head. “You're wrong. I want to have my own room”

“I know but you don't have an option here”

I knew what that meant.

“I am sorry about my mother” He surprised me. I was expecting to hear more excuses or lies, but instead, he apologized, and I wasn't sure if it was genuine or not.

“Don't worry about that. I understand” I mumbled, as I started to walk towards the wardrobe.

“Leave please” I demanded and the next second he disappeared out of his room.

Once I was safely locked in, my shoulders slumped and I cried quietly. Why did I always feel like this?

I finally pulled the dress off of my body and put the plain shirt I had picked from his wardrobe on. The shirt wasn't so big and neither was it so small. It hugged me perfectly in places where it should've been tight around my chest and waist. It ended below my knees.

Sebastian did return to the room after a while, and he started undoing his buttons without saying a word. For a moment I tried to pretend that I hadn't seen him undressing himself, but eventually, I gave up and stared.

He only had his pants on but his upper body was bare. He had his back turned to me and I could see how the muscles of his back tensed and relaxed.

I gulped. I didn't know that his body looked like that. It was too toned, strong, and well-defined. I never thought that someone could have such perfect muscles. It made me want to touch him, no touch his muscles.

Where did that thought come from? I was still drooling only realizing when he cleared his throat that he caught me staring, which only caused me to blush.

He grabbed a new shirt and put it on before turning to face me. My cheeks heated up as our eyes met. There was a long silence between us, and I was scared.

“You like what you see, don't you?” He smirked. His expression was dark but he somehow managed to keep a straight face.

“Don’t flatter yourself” I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed.

He pulled me back down onto the bed and pinned me back on the bed, his legs on each side of my body. “You can't deny the obvious,” he whispered seductively in my ear.

I gasped.

He was staring at me, our faces were inches apart, our lips were almost brushing and the tension between us was thick.

He licked his lips slowly and his gaze dropped momentarily to my mouth. Without breaking contact, he brought his hand slowly up my jawline, stopping just above my neck. Slowly, sensually, he moved his finger along my jaw until he reached my lips, and then he brushed them with his thumb. My heart raced as his eyes fell to my lips once again.

The door opened suddenly and we snapped our heads towards it. There she was, ready to take off our heads.