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Even my once hate for this man wouldn’t have made me go this far and stood so low.

Crumbling the paper in my hand, I take hold of Sebastian’s neck bringing his face closer to mine. His body is rigid, and his stance is…cold. “I did not approve of this, Sebastian, and if you believe I would do such a thing. If you believe I would do this to you now, after everything we’ve been through. To Ellaiza? Then you don’t know me at all.” I whisper harshly, trying to make him understand. At the same time, I try but fail miserably at controlling my temper.

Taking deep breaths, I notice his eyes are on mine, but it is as if he’s seeing through me. He’s not here but somewhere else. Somewhere dark where I can’t reach him. “You did swear you would make it hurt…” His voice sounds empty.

No.

Pushing closer to him, I press my forehead to his. “I know this looks bad, but I promise you, Sebastian. I had nothing to do with this and whoever did will answer to me.” I breathed out, trying to reach him. I admit, I am vindictive and impulsive most of the time, but I wouldn’t go this far. I specifically ordered Nessa to trash the article. What the hell happened? Taking another deep breath, I try to cool the anger and focus on the matter at hand.

Sebastian not trusting me.

“I did wish to hurt you once as you hurt me but this is too far. This trash of an article not only hurts you, but it also hurts the girl who I love most in this world, and that’s something I would never do. Never. So, you better get your head out of your ass now because we don’t do this. Not anymore. Miscommunication is for imbeciles. Is not for us.” My hand on the back of his neck tightens and a relieved sigh escapes me when I feel his hand gently hold onto my neck. Our noses are touching and our lips are inches away.

His hot breath caresses my face.

That is when I see it.

The pain and the doubt fade from his eyes and all it is left is love.

My heart settles in my chest.

He believes me.

His mouth might not tell me but it’s written all over his eyes.

Sebastian’s eyes never lie even when his mouth does.

Whoever betrayed my trust, and put my company at risk for lawsuits will pay dearly for not only that but for hurting Sebastian.

That garbage is not news, no.

That’s a cruel and cheap attempt to hurt Sebastian. Not his campaign. It is a personal attack.

The country is not stupid.

They were aware of the rumors of Sebastian dealing with the underground criminals yet they still left their beds, their homes, their places of work, whatever the case was, and voted for him.

Because they believed in him.

They believed the man represented change when other straight-laced politicians who played by the book failed them. I didn’t understand that before but I do now.

“I am sorry…” he breathes out, tightening his hand on my neck making goosebumps spread on my exposed skin.

“Don’t ever doubt me again, Sebastian,” I told him.

He gives me a soft smile before giving me a quick kiss. “I won’t.”

“Good,” I whisper before taking his lips in mine. Kissing him like I haven’t kissed him in a thousand days and then he fucks me showing me just how sorry he really is.

ARIANNA

FEAR THY BITCH

“Love or hate me… I still live inside your head rent free.” — A

One thing of value my piece of shit father taught me was that you should always make sure the people who work for you either respect you or fear you. I wanted to be different from him. I wanted my employees to respect me, and most of them do. Some even respect and fear me, and I am more than fine with that, but then there’s one who clearly feels neither.

Not respect nor fear.

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