Page 102 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
Leon’s gaze flicked over Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian immediately moved forward, stepping into his line of sight with a warning in his eyes. “Ijustsaid she’s in my bed. What the hell are you doing?”
Leon flinched, instantly stepping back. He had never seen Sebastian with a woman before—ever. Just hearing him say thewords"a woman is in my bed"felt so surreal, Leon almost checked if the sun had risen from the west this morning.
“Mr. Graves,” he managed, clearing his throat, “there’s a boardroom full of people waiting for you.”
Sebastian crossed his arms, muscles flexing. “Let them wait. I’ve got more important things to handle.”
“Sir, they’ve flown in from Russia just for today,” Leon almost cried, his voice cracking with urgency. “If we don’t handle this now, it’ll be a massive insult. People have worked on this deal for over a year. Please—just—”
“Wait in the car. I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Sebastian said and slammed the door in Leon’s face without another word.
Leon stood frozen for a moment, staring at the closed door in disbelief. His face looked pale and drawn, with dark circles under his sharp, tired eyes. His jaw was clenched tight, and a few days’ stubble shadowed his chin, showing how worn out he was.
His usually neat dark hair was a mess, sticking up in places like he hadn’t had a moment to fix it since he woke up. Though he wore a crisp suit that fit him well, his slumped shoulders and the way he rubbed his forehead revealed just how much stress was weighing on him
He ran a hand through his hair, let out a heavy sigh, muttered under his breath, and finally turned to head toward the car, frustration clear in every line of his face.
Sebastian returned to the bed with slow, unhurried steps. His bare feet padded softly across the luxurious carpet as he climbed back onto the mattress. He moved closer to her, eyes fixed on her peaceful face.
His gaze swept over her, taking in every detail—the way her lips were slightly parted, the faint crease between her brows, the tangle of her dark hair fanned over the pillow like silk threads.
He leaned down slowly, one hand bracing beside her head as the other reached up, his fingers trailing softly behind her ear. With gentle care, he tucked her hair back, then dipped his head and kissed her cheek. Once, then again, and again, his lips lingering longer each time.
“You’ve finally run into my lap…” he whispered, the words brushing her skin like velvet. “Now I’ll make sure you never run out of it again, my love.”
He kissed her cheek again, soft and possessive. Then, he couldn’t stop himself.
His hand slid under her jaw, tilting her face slightly toward him. He placed a soft kiss on her lips. His mouth molded over hers in a barely-there pressure, his breath shaky as he lingered just a second too long. He left feather-light kisses there, careful not to wake her, even though every nerve in his body was aching to claim her all over again.
Then he pulled back, his eyes heavy-lidded and glittering with restrained desire.
He bent down once more and whispered near her lips, “But for that… I can’t scare you off. So I’ll lure you to me.”
His lips curved into a sly smile. He pressed a final kiss to her forehead, letting it linger, then pulled away with visible reluctance.
Reaching for the nightstand, he picked up her phone. With practiced ease, he unlocked it using her thumb. He quickly added his number to her contacts, made a call to his own phoneto save her number, and made her follow him on Instagram—linking both accounts together.
He smirked softly, satisfied, then he placed the phone back exactly where it had been.
Opening the drawer beside the bed, he pulled out a notepad. Scribbling down a message, he tore the note off, leaned forward, and gently placed it right between her breasts.
‘Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me. I’ll be back soon.’
He stared at her for a long moment, unmoving. Then, with one last glance at her sleeping form, he turned away.
He dressed in silence—shirt buttoned with practiced ease, belt fastening with a soft, final click.
Then, without a sound, he left the room, locking the door behind him.
***
Emily stirred some time later.
A low groan escaped her throat as she rolled to her side, eyes fluttering open. Her hand instantly lifted to her forehead, wincing at the stabbing pain shooting through her skull.
She blinked hard, forcing her eyes to adjust. Her vision swam. She sat up slowly, dragging the covers with her, her body aching.
The room was unfamiliar.
