Page 72 of Falling for Them
“Yeah, he said he deleted it.Petty asshole.”
“Petty, indeed,” I say, holding my hand out for Sebastian’s phone.He unlocks it and hands it to me, and I punch in my phone number.
When I hand it back, he smiles.“You put yourself in there asPrincess.”
“Well, that’s what you call me all the time, so…” I look away, embarrassed.Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.
“It’s perfect,” he says.
My phone chimes with a text a second later.
“Now you have my number, too,” he says.“Feel free to list me as Daddy Sebastian.”
“Uh…we’ll see.”
He winks.“I’m living in hope for the future, princess.”
The car stops outside my apartment building.I sigh, looking up at the monstrosity.It’s such a far cry from Mr.Tyler’s building, that comfortable penthouse.I don’t need all that, everything that he has.But it sure would be nice to feel safe, and to be comfortable.
“I’ll call you, Ella,” Sebastian says in a serious voice.
“Okay.Or I’ll call you.My boss gave me Mr.Tyler’s phone number.”
“Have you called him?”Sebastian asks quickly.
“Um, not yet.”
“Don’t dawdle, princess.We’ve been worried about you.”
I nod.“I’m fine.But yeah.I’ll call him.”
“Good.”He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles.I had no idea my hand was a direct conductor of lustful feelings, but I feel that kiss at my core.
He smirks as if he knows the effect he has on me.I yank my hand back and open the door to let myself out.
“Goodnight, princess,” he says.
“Goodnight, Sebastian.”
I’m out of the car, gulping in the winter air, allowing it to cool my heated skin.
Sebastian’s car idles at the curb until I’m all the way inside the building, and I watch it slowly pull away, disappointment rumbling throughout my body.Despite making him promise nothing would happen with us tonight, a part of me was hoping he’d push.
I think about what he said, how he and Mr.Tyler have been worried.I feel bad for that, but in my defense, I hadn’t realized they actually cared.
It’s too late to call Mr.Tyler.I’ll do that tomorrow, first thing.
As I begin the hike up to the third floor, my phone starts ringing.It’s Tommy calling.I answer it, keeping my voice to a hush so I don’t disturb any sleeping neighbors as I walk.
“Hey,” I say.
“Sis,” he says.“How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine.”Surprised he’s asking, but fine.“How are you?”
“Good, good.Listen, I was wondering if you could lend me a hundred bucks?”
I can’t help my laugh of disbelief.“Tommy, I don’t have a hundred dollars.I don’t even have enough money to buy bread right now.”
