Page 24 of Lustful Secrets
Chapter Eighteen
After Sebastian leaves her bathroom, she quickly gathers herself and turns the nearly overflowing bathtub off. She settles her body in the too hot water and lets the tears flow.
What is she doing? Is she really capable of just being a submissive to Sebastian? Her heart is already involved and she doesn't know how to separate her feelings and emotions. She doesn't know how not to love him.
This is a whole new world for her. She is becoming a woman. She lost her virginity to Sebastian and now he is showing her what it was like to be a submissive. Is it all too much for her to process?
"You belong to me, Mallory. You are mine."
Had he meant in a submissive way...or something more?
She stays in the bathtub until the water cools. She emerges from the bathroom feeling like a completely new person. Mallory is determined to be the submissive Sebastian craves. She is determined to allow him to show her more about his world.
Her feelings will have to remain hidden. Mallory will practice schooling her features so he can't read her. She will practice patience and control. She will guard her heart as best as shecan, because Mallory knows when he walks away she will be shattered.
Crawling into bed, she sends a quick text to her parents letting them know she is in Paris safe and sound. Then she sets an alarm for 5AM. She doesn't want to be late.
As the morningsun bathes the Presidential Suite's balcony in golden hues, Mallory enters the room from her bedroom, her steps silent on the plush carpet. She pauses at the doorway, her gaze drawn irresistibly to Sebastian, who is already seated at the dining table.
Sebastian cuts a striking figure in the soft morning light. He is dressed in an elegant navy suit, impeccably tailored to his lean frame, and a perfectly knotted tie. The deep, rich hue of the suit contrasts beautifully with his pale, chiseled features and the dark, enigmatic allure of his eyes.
His posture is the embodiment of confidence and refinement, his back straight and shoulders squared. He exudes an air of authority that is both commanding and alluring, a presence that has always captivated Mallory.
The muted elegance of the suit is accentuated by the subtle gleam of cufflinks and a silver tie clip, adding a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. His dark hair is neatly combed, framing his face with precision, and a faint hint of cologne lingers in the air, a fragrant echo of his presence.
Sebastian is engrossed in pouring tea into a delicate porcelain cup, his movements graceful and deliberate. Hishands, strong and capable, betray none of the intensity and power that Mallory knows lies beneath the surface.
As Mallory watches him, she feels a stirring of emotions deep within her, a mixture of admiration, attraction, and a growing sense of connection. It is as if this moment, in the heart of Paris, encapsulates the essence of their journey together.
Sebastian, though engrossed in his task, seems to sense her presence. He looks up from the teapot, his dark eyes meeting hers, and a small, knowing smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
"Mallory," he greets her, his voice a velvet caress, "please join me."
Mallory, feeling the weight of his gaze and the allure of his presence, steps further into the room, drawn to the table and the man who occupies it. The morning holds the promise of new beginnings and deeper connections, and she is ready to embrace it.
The air is crisp and carries the scent of freshly baked croissants from a nearby patisserie. The Eiffel Tower stands majestically in the background, its iron lattice silhouette framed by the morning sky.
Sebastian had arranged a lavish breakfast spread on the bistro table. A delicate porcelain teapot and cups adorned with intricate floral patterns sits ready for tea. There is an assortment of flaky croissants, buttery pain au chocolat, and a medley of fresh fruits, from succulent strawberries to juicy melon slices. A small vase holds a bouquet of vibrant blooms, adding a touch of color to the tableau.
Mallory smiles as she takes in the sight. "This is quite a breakfast." She doesn't dare speak of last night. She would rather not have a conversation about it.
As Mallory settles into the chair opposite Sebastian, he pours fragrant tea into her cup, and the steam wafts up, carrying the scent of jasmine. They begin to share a leisurely breakfast,savoring each bite and sip while the city of Paris comes alive around them.
"Paris truly is a remarkable city," Mallory remarks, her gaze drifting to the Eiffel Tower. "I've always dreamed of coming here."
Sebastian nods, his own eyes fixed on the iconic landmark. "It's a city that captures the heart, isn't it? There's something enchanting about its history, art, and the way it celebrates life."
Mallory sips her tea as she listens to his voice. It’s a rich baritone, smooth and velvety, like the finest silk brushing against her skin. It resonates with a calm confidence, each word carefully chosen and delivered with a measured cadence that conveys authority and sophistication.
They sit in silence and a moment later Sebastian rises from the table. "I must make a call. Can you be ready in fifteen minutes?"
Mallory looks down, remembering she is still in her pajamas. "Yes, of course."
Chapter Nineteen
Sebastian had requested Mallory to be ready in fifteen minutes, and as he waits in the living room of the Presidential Suite, he has no way of knowing just how breathtakingly captivating she will appear when she emerges.
When Mallory steps into the room, her transformation leaves him utterly mesmerized. His gaze, previously focused on his laptop, is now fully occupied by the vision before him.
