Page 121 of Sebastian's Baby

“I’m fine. I really am. I’ll see you later, gorgeous. Call me back if you change your mind about the phone sex.”

I hang up the phone and make my way over to Harrison, wishing the world would be a little more stable as I do, then narrow my eyes at him.

“Your wife just called me.”

He has the grace to look guilty. “Did she?”

“Yes. She wanted to talk to me about Lita,” I say coolly.

“We’re all just concerned for you, Seb. You arrived here drunk, and you haven’t stopped drinking since you got here.”

I snort in derision. “Wait,you’regoing to get high and mighty about me drowning my sorrows? Remind me how many times you went to Club Delirium while you and Heather were broken up? At least you knew she fucking loved you.”

Hayden sucks in a breath of air quickly, and Harrison’s face goes pale.

Declan looks between us and then raises an eyebrow at me. “I get the feeling that might have been a low blow.”

“Hey, are you going out after this to pick up? I’ve got the urge to fuck someone tonight,” I say in response.

“Sebastian, you can’t ditch Gabriel’s party,” Hayden says with a frown on his face.

“Wasn’t it Harrison who suggested I go home earlier?” I glare at him, but he’s still ghostly white as he looks at me. “So, Dec? Are you up for it?”

“I never say no to pussy.” He grins at me.

“I’m dropping the ground rule for tonight.”

“It’s not like I have any reason not to,” I say with a forced smile.

I ignore the fact that I have zero desire to fuck anyone but Lita. She doesn’t love me, and she doesn’t want me. She told me to do it.

“At least stay for the rest of our time here,” Hayden says. “We’re going to a club afterward. You can pick someone up then if you must.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Sure. Sounds good.”

Harrison still hasn’t said anything, and I feel guilty about what I said to him. Bringing up that time really was a low blow. I was just frustrated about Heather calling me, and maybe a part of me is jealous that he’s happy and I’m not. He’s always had her, and they’ve always loved each other, even when they were going through that shit. Meanwhile, I finally found someone who I love, and she doesn’t want me.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I tell my friends.

While I’m waiting to be served, I open Lita’s message and look at it again. Maybe I should reply? I start typing a reply but stop. I don’t know what to say, and her words from the plane ring in my ears.

“I’ve accepted everything you’ve offered me, Sebastian, but I can’t accept this.”

I hate how much this hurts. I hate that Heather was right when she told me I was in love with Lita. I hate that I had to go and fuck everything up by telling Lita today. She told me she wouldn’t fall in love with me more than once, but I think on some level that when I realized I was in love with her, I just assumed she would love me, too.

We’re taken through to another section of the club where we’re given a magic show while we eat food, and I make sure that I have alcohol in a glass at all times. We go back to the bar area afterward, and speeches are made. When it’s my turn, the guys and the rest of the guests look at me. I think I can recognize that my friends look concerned, but I have so few fucks to give right now.

“Gabriel, I’m so happy for you. I really am. Just because I can’t find someone to love me doesn’t mean that I’m not happy for you. I know I didn’t like Ariana for a while, but she’s actually really fucking awesome, and I’m glad you got back together.”

I think about that awful time when she left and shake my head.

“Okay, so it was stillreallyfucking shitty the way she left”—Hayden groans from nearby me—“but,” I add with a glare at him, “she came back, and that’s what matters. Now you guys are happy and in love, and that’s awesome. You’ll probably have a baby, and then you can be a baby daddy like me. Except your baby mama will love you, so that will be nice. But anyway, I’m really happy for you. Congratulations. To Gabriel!”

I raise my glass, and all the guests drink to my toast. A few more speeches are made, and when they’re finished, Hayden comes over to me.

“Did you have to bring up Ariana leaving?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t mean to,” I cringe. “It just kind of slipped out.”

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