Page 48 of Bastian

Our numbers have multiplied, and so have the amounts of comments, shares, and replies.

It’s insane how one reaction can change the course of a company for the better.

And as much as I’m happy, because who the hell doesn’t want their baby, and this company is my baby, to thrive? The fact that Sebastian made it happen has me on edge. I don’t want to owe him a damn thing and this makes me feel like I do.

I don’t want my success to be tied to him, but I guess there’s not much I can do since I chose to publish articles about him and it was a no-brainer that it would gain popularity.

Still, I rather swallow shit than admit it’s all because of him.

Him and his incessant need to meddle in my business.

And that’s not the extent of it.

The tyrant upgraded his status from tyrant to stalker.

I won’t even entertain the question of how he got hold of my email address because there’s no doubt that there’s little to no information that he does not have access to.

My inbox is full to the brim of emails from him. Some are short and to the point, asking how my days are going or asking one thing that makes me smile, and others are long letters with the subject line that reads letters from a man in love.

I haven’t read or answered a single email, not wanting to fall for his shit. He’s very convincing. I must give him that, persistent, too, but his attempts to soften me are in vain. Last night, everything happened so fast and caught me off-guard. I imagined a million ways of reuniting with Sebastian Kenton, and none of them ended in a scenario quite like last night’s. He’s a smart man. The most brilliant man I’ve ever met, and he knows how to play the game just as he plays his rivals. I guess I learned from the best.

I also know that he detests being ignored, and the more I hide from him, it’s plainly obvious he’ll seek me out. I am aware that the emails and texts won’t be the end of him.

Then I think about how things have changed completely. For years, I planned to make Sebastian’s presidency a nightmare and expose his dirty secrets, and I still intend on doing that, but now that I know that Ellaiza knows who I am, I need to be careful because fuck, the asshole might use her against me. Knowing him as I do, Sebastian must realize that Ellaiza is the only card he has against me.

And how can I succeed in ruining Sebastian when his kid, my girl, thinks of me as her mother. It all seemed so simple when I believed he erased me from her life and memories.

Ugh.

What a mess.

I also still have no single clue what exactly happened at the gala. All I know is that my girl grew up thinking I was away reaching for dreams instead of being by her side. That her asshole father lied to me when he implied that Ella would forget me eventually, and in other words, told me he was never speaking of me.

Then, that kiss.

The bastard kissed me, and what is most annoying is the fact that even a day later. I can still taste him.

That big, egotistical, selfish prick.

Yet you can’t stop thinking about him… the annoying voice in my head taunts me.

But I ignore it as always.

Sebastian’s mind has always been a mystery to me. Yes, I thought I knew him before, but maybe there are too many layers that he kept from me.

And now I’m not in the mood to uncover the Pandora’s box that is Sebastian Kenton’s mind.

My phone vibrates in my hand, alerting me to a new email. The man is spamming my work email without care.

Standing in front of the black marble double doors of my office, I twist the knob and open the door. The moment I do, I wish I hadn’t.

“Uh, this was delivered for you. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting, so I signed for the packages.” My assistant, Oliver, stands next to my desk where there’s a large white box with a balcony bow on it. Oliver is my age, good-looking, brilliant, and efficient.

He’s been with me since I started the company with less than fifteen employees. He does his work, gives his best, and never asks many questions.

The man is greatly appreciated.

But now all I want to do is rip his ass a new one for allowing this mess inside my office. Stepping inside, I look at everything from dozens of bouquets of gold-plated roses to countless boxes of all sizes spread all over the office.

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