Page 5 of Addicted To His Favorite
Her pulse thudded violently in her neck. “You’re my brother’s best friend,” she breathed, as if saying it aloud could somehow make this stop. Her voice trembled—not just with confusion, but with the stress of everything she was trying to make sense of.
“I’m not committing a crime, baby,” he said, tone infuriatingly calm, even laced with something darkly amused. “And I’m not asking for permission from your brother for my relationships.”
A shiver danced down her spine at the way he called herbaby. That gruff, gravel-rich voice wrapping around her like lace. Each word hit low in her stomach, a sudden flush warming her insides against her will.
Emily swallowed hard, her face twisting in hesitation. “It’s not that…” Her fingers loosened on his shirt, then she forced a polite, almost desperate smile. “Can I repay you another way?”
Sebastian’s lips curled into a dark, knowing grin. “Empire family rule, baby. The woman I take to my bed is the woman I marry. Since you dragged me into yours…”
He leaned even closer, his breath brushing against her lips, his nose grazing hers—
“…you’re mine now. For a lifetime.”
Her face flushed instantly, a hot mix of frustration and disbelief clouding her expression.
“Can’t you just change your damn rule?” .
He let out a soft, dangerous chuckle—more amused by her resistance than offended by it. But then his expression sobered, voice turning serious.
"If even one person finds out I spent the night in your bed while people still believe you had something with Lucas, they'll paint me as the villain. It’ll destroy your reputation. And mine. They’ll say I took advantage of you while you were vulnerable. Do you really want that kind of mess splashed across every headline?”
His eyes watched her carefully, his plan unfolding just the way he intended.
Her eyes shifted from frustration to something more thoughtful. She was calculating now.
And Sebastian saw it—his plan was working.
He continued, his voice firm, controlled, smooth..
“It’ll crash my family’s reputation. Stocks. Business. Everything I’ve built. And you—” he paused, gaze narrowing slightly—“you’ll be the woman who left one man and slept with another the same night. No one’s going to ask for the truth.”
Emily’s anger slowly gave way to silence—then to thought.
‘He’s right. I’m the one who started it… and if I don’t take responsibility now, it’ll only look worse for both of us. Especially him.’
Her gaze drifted to the man looming over her, so dangerously close.
There was something overwhelming about him. The way his eyes bore into her, intense and dark, made her chest tighten and her stomach twist in nervous knots.
Sebastian had never been touched by scandal. No whispers of disgrace ever darkened his name. The man was practically carved from gold—the kind of man women prayed the gods would bless them with. Handsome beyond compare, relentlessly wealthy, razor-sharp intellect, terrifyingly respected, and feared in every room he entered.
And then came… the things he did to her in bed.
Marrying Sebastian Graves wouldn’t exactly be a punishment.
Finally, she let out a soft breath and met his eyes.
“Okay.”
Sebastian froze.
His entire body went still, and for a moment, the fire in his gaze faltered—shocked, disbelieving.
“You agree?” he asked, his voice low, almost breathless.
After all the years spent watching her from afar, swallowing the ache, dreaming of this moment… she was saying yes?
He quickly masked the flicker of emotion behind his usual calm, but it lingered in his eyes.
