Page 80 of Sebastian's Baby

“No, that’s fine. Can you do me a favor, though?” Lita asks in a casual tone.

I’m very amused by this phone call, and it’s become the bright spot in my evening, so I tell her, “Anything for you, princess.”

Heather and Ariana’s heads both snap up to look at me when they hear my nickname for Lita and realize who is on the phone.

“Could you just, I dunno, fuck a woman in front of her or something? Whatever it is you have to do to prove to her that you and I are nothing more than fuck buddies.”

My eyebrows almost fly off my head at Lita’s words. Firstly, her suggestion that I should fuck someone in front of Heather, but also her assertion that we’re just fuck buddies.

Lita continues, “Then, fly here tomorrow so you can fuck the shit out of me in a hotel room in Seattle. Also, bring your checkbook because, by tomorrow night, you’re definitely going to owe me ten thousand dollars.”

My cock jerks in my jeans at the image she’s put in my head of her on her knees in front of me. I’m still reeling from hearing her say that she doesn’t think she’s more important to me than a fuck buddy, though, so I know I need to set her straight.

“Okay, a few things, princess. Firstly, you and I are more than fuck buddies; I’m surprised you wouldn’t know that. We’re having a baby together, so immediately, you’re more important to me than any fuck buddy.”

I ignore Heather’s smug grin, and I know that she’s probably seeing this as confirmation that she’s right and I’m in love with Lita or some shit, but I don’t care.

I smirk at Heather as I say, “Secondly, I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure if I canfind someone willing to fuck me in front of Heather, or if Heather would actually want to witness that, but I’ll see how it goes.”

“What the fuck?! No. You’re not fucking someone in front of me. Fucking hell!” she exclaims.

I burst into laughter and tell Lita, “Okay, Heather’s not down for that, sorry, princess.” Heather is still looking bewildered, and I grin at her, then look away as I lower my voice to tell Lita, “Finally, I’ll bring my checkbook, but I’m so sure I won’t need it that I’m upping the ante. Twenty thousand if you’re successful, but only if it’s sometime tomorrow, otherwise you’re back to ten. I have to go, but I can’t wait to see your sexy ass tomorrow, princess.”

God, I’d love to be twenty thousand dollars poorer by tomorrow night.

“Bye, Seb. Fuck you tomorrow.”

“Bye, princess. Looking forward to fucking you tomorrow.” I hang up the call and look back at Heather. “All cleared up?”

“No. Why the hell did Lita think I should watch you fuck someone?” She scrunches her face up in disgust, and I laugh.

“She thinks it might help you to understand the nature of our relationship a little better. Offer’s on the table if you want it. I’ll let you know when I find someone to fuck tonight.” I wink at her.

“Hard pass. Thanks,” she scoffs.

“Your loss,” I grin at her, then walk back to the guys.

Heather’s back on her phone again by the time I reach them, and I shake my head.

Harrison raises his eyebrows at me. “My wife giving you trouble tonight, Seb?”

“You could say that. Are you chill if Heather watches me have sex with someone tonight? Lita thinks it might help Heather get the hint that she and I aren’t in love with each other.”

Harrison laughs. “Sure. If she really wants to, I won’t stop her.”

“Yeah, funny you should say that,” I smirk at him. “She didn’t seem eager to take me up on the offer.”

I look over as Heather lifts the phone to her ear. She talks for a few seconds before standing and rushing off through the door that leads to the bathroom. I walk over to Ariana and drop into the seat Heather just vacated.

“Got any gossip for me, Ariana Chamberlain?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I’m an innocent bystander. Don’t be coming for me about meddling in your affairs. I leave that to Heather.”

“I see. Got any idea who she’s rushed off to talk to, then?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Someone sent her a text, and then she called them and took off. Could be anyone, really,” Ariana says, straight-faced.

“Anyone at all?” I ask, and Ariana nods. “Like my baby mama?”

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