Page 8 of Sebastian's Secret

The query bounced around his head. That wasn’t his normal style. Usually, Sebastian checked his partner was well, thanked the woman for a lovely time, and walked out of the door. He hadn’t chosen to stay for years.

“Come on,” he muttered, furious at himself for the constant impulse to second-guess. What was done, was done. He could no more go back in time and leave after their session had concluded than he could resurrect his father. Sebastian had to accept his choices. And their consequences.

Swallowing at the realization, his attention fell over a pile of clothes at the side of the sofa.

“Thank goodness,” he murmured, dashing to the clothes and finding his underwear.

Dressing quickly, he resisted the insistent voice inside that urged him to wake Rebecca and say goodbye.

It’s the last chance I’ll ever get. I won’t see her again.

“Yes,” he answered in a hushed tone, rising to fasten his shirt. “That’s the point.”

“What’s the point?” She stood in the doorway to the bedroom, red hair tumbling in waves over her luscious curves.

Fuck.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Pushing his hands into his pockets, Sebastian felt every inch the naughty schoolboy.

“Obviously.” Her tone was wry as she scanned his attire. “Seems like you were desperate to get away.”

“It’s not like that,” he explained, but it was. Sebastian should have already walked out of the suite’s door. He shouldn’t even be engaging in the conversation.

“Don’t bullshit me.” Spearing him with her gaze, she padded over to where he stood. Even after virtually no sleep and the remnants of last night’s make up, she still looked amazing. “We’re both adults. If you want to go, then you should go.”

“Yeah.”

It didn’t sound as satisfying when Rebecca said it.

“I’m sorry.” He tensed at his pitiful tone. “I didn’t mean anything by it. We just never talked about me staying, so…”

“So, you thought you’d fuck me and leave me?” she finished the sentence for him with a sardonic smile.

Yes, something like that. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I think you disturbed me already.” Her hand rose to her tresses, her lips curling as she glanced around the room. Only a matter of hours before, they’d fucked in just about every part of it.

“True.” Gods help him, but he couldn’t resist the grin that painted his face. It had been a scintillating evening.

The best, ever.

Sebastian’s brows knitted at the lingering voice’s analysis, realizing it was right. It was the best he’d ever had.

“What time is it?” she asked, stretching theatrically as she strolled past to the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, glancing at his watch. The pit of his stomach knotted at the sight. “It’s nearly eleven.”

Eleven? Heart thundering, he reached for his phone, noticing the four missed calls. Sebastian had missed the Vaughn family meeting at ten and apparently both Cole and Balthazar wanted to know why. Cole might have already guessed the answer, of course, but Sebastian doubted it would have been well-received by their eldest brother, Balthazar.

“Would you like coffee?” Her voice was casual as she filled the machine with water.

“I should get going,” he answered, though his eyes lingered over her wonderful body, conveying the opposite impulse.

The least he needed to do was touch base with Balthazar. Sebastian wasn’t usually the one of the four of them who went AWOL and Balthazar would be understandably worried.

“Problem?” Her brow rose as she switched on the coffee maker and motioned to his phone.

“My brother,” he answered, unsure why he was still standing there explaining it to her. “I have to call him.”

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