Page 3 of Addicted To His Favorite
Sebastian’s brows furrowed instantly.
With long, purposeful strides, he checked the bathroom. Nothing. The balcony. No sign of her. The room felt hollow without her presence, and a sharp ache gripped his chest before frustration took over.
He walked back into the bedroom, jaw locking tight. There was a bitter taste at the back of his throat as his eyes landed on the crumpled bedsheets.
Without a word, he slammed the breakfast bag down on the table, the contents inside shifting from the force.
“You ran off as soon as you were done taking what you wanted?” he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and rough. “Didn’t I tire your legs enough last night to keep you from running?”
His hand curled into a tight fist at his side, the veins on his arm flexing with restraint. His eyes narrowed on the bed, where her body had trembled under his hours ago.
A flicker of dangerous determination lit in his gaze.
“I’ll make sure you can’t even walk next time!”
Just then, his phone buzzed.
His breath hitched, hope rising in his chest.
‘Was it her?’
With a sudden urgency, he fished his phone out of his pocket, hands moving faster than thought. But the moment his eyes landed on the screen, that spark of hope died a brutal death.
Leon.
His jaw twitched. He swiped the screen to answer, voice sharp and biting. “What?!”
Leon hesitated, caught off guard by the sheer edge in his tone. “Mr. Graves, there’s an invitation for a business event tonight—”
“So?” Sebastian snapped before he could finish, the words heavy with impatience and simmering fury.
“Sir, you’d asked me to keep an eye on Jacob Knox and Lucas Cantrell. According to the information I received, both of them will be attending that event tonight.” He paused. “Miss Emily will be there too.”
Silence.
Sebastian didn’t move. His entire body stilled, except for the muscle ticking in his jaw. The tension that had been simmering beneath his skin now ignited like a slow fuse.
He said nothing—just stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on the empty bed like it had personally offended him.
Leon hesitated. “I’ll let them know you’ll be attending,” he said, testing the silence.
Sebastian ended the call without a word.
The phone slid from his hand onto the nightstand with a quiet thud. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. His irritation from earlier had vanished—replaced by something far colder. Deeper. Possessive rage laced with obsession.
He dragged a hand down his face, jaw locked, breath deepening.
He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as they lingered on the spot she had once been lying in—soft sheets, faint scent of her skin still clinging to the pillows.
His voice came out low, dangerous.
“Emily Crawford,” he muttered, each syllable laced with warning, “I waited ten fucking years to touch you. Do you really think I’ll let another man evenbreathenear you now?”
***
Later that night at the event, Sebastian stood in the shadows of the ballroom, a drink in hand, his sharp gaze locked on the stage.
Lucas was standing under the lights, acting as if he owned the room, playing it up like none of it mattered, as if he hadn’t trashed five years of love in a heartbeat.
