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I sat wide-eyed. “If that was a proposal, Mr. Wolfe, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”
“And I will. For now, we will settle down. There is a gap in the list, I have time to concentrate on us. Now tell me how you feel by what you saw and what you know.”
I sighed. “If I’m honest, I never felt a connection to him. I focussed my attention on getting my money from him, the fact I was owed it. Now, it doesn’t matter. I’m glad Grandma is dead; I’d have hated for her to have learnt any of this. But I do wonder what she did know. When he went to prison, she would have known what for. Maybe her mind shutting down was her way of coping with that. She can’t be held accountable for his sins, I guess. Now I’m left with that one question...Who am I?”
It occurred to me suddenly, he hadn’t known his parents either.
“We’re the same, aren’t we? Orphans, I guess. I have an urge to find out the truth, where am I from, but at the same time, I know I need to slow down and process all this.”
I then told him about the DNA test kits I was waiting for.
“Why would Grandma take me in if I wasn’t her grandchild?” I asked.
“Did she know you weren’t?”
I shrugged my shoulders. There were answers I would never get, I knew that. It didn’t make it any less frustrating.
“There is an organisation that might help if you really want to start down that journey. I help fund it. It’s for abandoned people to help find relatives through DNA profiling and research. We’ve been able to reunite some. For others, just getting a medical background is enough to satisfy them.”
I nodded. “I’d like to at least know a medical background and then decide from there.”
Sebastian stood and held out his hand to me. “Time for dessert, Ruby,” he said, and immediately, his eyes darkened.
We walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. He stood in the middle of the room and looked at me.
“Come here,” he said.
When I walked towards him, he turned me around. He moved my hair to the side of my neck and slowly unzipped my dress. While he held my hair, he kissed the back of my neck, slowing licking his way over my skin and I shivered. He slid the dress off my shoulders, and it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it.
When he stepped back, I slowly turned to face him. I stood wearing just my underwear and high heeled shoes.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, appraising me.
“As are you,” I replied.
He closed the gap again and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked me to the bed where he gently laid me down. I then watched him remove his clothes.
Sebastian stood at the end of the bed naked with his cock rigid. I wished I had a camera to capture the moment. He was a stunning looking man, raw and brutal, damaged, and broken, yet there was a small gap forming in his armour allowing a kind soul to filter out. I could see that.
He crawled onto the end of the bed and lifted my foot. After he’d slid my shoe off, he kissed my instep and then up the inside of my leg. I parted my legs when he got to my upper thigh. He then kissed down the other leg and removed the shoe.
“Touch yourself, Ruby,” he whispered.
I slid my hand under my panties and stroked. I had only ever managed to bring myself to an orgasm once before. Having him watch me was causing my stomach to flip and my arousal to heighten. I was wet and hot. He reached up and pulled my knickers down, I lifted one leg and then the other so he could remove them.
He watched me, licking his lips as he did. He was waiting for the right time. The time when he’d get his dessert.
Chapter Seventeen
The following day I headed out to meet with Diego. When I told him about Grandma, he slumped into a chair and wept. He’d known her for years; his father had known her.
“I can’t believe it, Ruby. But it’s a good thing, I guess,” he said.
He made us both a coffee and we sat at one of the restaurant tables. It was empty, not open, and I found I missed the place.
“Do you remember when I arrived at Grandma’s? Can you tell me anything about that?”
He frowned and I decided to tell him the basics of what I’d learned. “He wasn’t my father; she might not have been my mother. I’ve discovered a lot the pastweek. I might have been a stolen baby. The police were after them, which is why they fled to Spain, it seems.”
