Page 89 of The Husband Contract
I burst out laughing. “What doyouthink?”
“I thought about you every single day.”
“Okay… and what am I meant to do with that information?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Is your friend Jack going to come back over anytime soon?” I ask him, wanting to annoy him and make him jealous. I’d seen how he’d gotten the other night. He hated that Jack could find me attractive. And I knew that he’d hate me pretending to want him.
“Why?”
“Because he was handsome.” I grin. “Very handsome. I wouldn’t mind getting to knowhimbetter.”
He glares at me, his voice growing angry. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that if he wants to flirt with me, I’ll flirt back.” I enjoy seeing him get angry. I enjoy making him mad. I’m not really interested in Jack, but if he wants to think I am, then I don’t care.
He steps forward and grabs my hand. “You want him?”
I stare at him for a couple of seconds before linking my fingers with his. I take another step forward. I lean up and kiss the side of his face and then his neck. I grab his face, run my fingers through his hair, and then down his chest. He’s breathing heavily.
“Now, Jack’s a very handsome man,” I say as I gaze up at him. I slide my fingers all the way down his stomach and into his pants. He stills. I undo the button and tug his zipper down. My hand slides into his boxers and I squeeze. His cock is hardening as I run my fingers up and down.
“What are you doing, Willow?” He licks his lips.
“What I wish I could be doing to Jack right now,” I say,breathing heavily as I look up at him. “I want to feel his cock. I want to see if it’s as big as I think.”
He growls as he takes hold of my hand and pulls it out of his pants. He grabs me up, drags me to the side, and pushes my ass against the wall.
“You think that’s funny, Willow?” he demands, nose brushing against mine. “You think I’m here to play games?”
“No. But I don’t really care what you think, Sebastian. And I don’t really care what you want.” I want you to be jealous. I want you to hurt.
“So you’re telling me you want my friend? You want my best friend, Jack? You would fuck him?”
“No,” I say, pushing him away. “I don’t want himyet. And frankly, Sebastian, I don’t want you either.” I glare at him and then push past him.
How’s that for confusing? Two of us can play that game.
After stalking to my bedroom, I slam the door. I run over to the bed and lie down, breathing heavily. My panties are wet. I feel disgusted with myself because I am turned on. So very turned on. What a twisted situation I’m in. The door opens and I see Sebastian standing there. He heads over and looks down at me on the bed.
“I think you’re lying, by the way,” he says. He shakes his head and licks his lips.
“You think I’m lying about what?” I ask.
“About how much you want me. Because I know that I want you. And the way you just touched me, the way your heart was racing, I know you want me too.”
I close my eyes and turn onto my stomach so that I don’t have to look at him. He stands there, watching me for what must be ten minutes. Then, I hear footsteps toward the door and he closes it shut. I roll back over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I cover my eyes with my hands.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know what to do. Because he was right: a part of me wanted to call him over to the bed. A part of me wanted to fuck him senseless. A part of me wanted to forget everything else, just so I could feel him inside of me.
That’s the weak part of me I hate. The weak part of me I want to kick into the trash and never see again.
Because even though I absolutely detest Sebastian Laurence, I still crave him. I’m still in love with him. Those feelings weren’t fake for me, and unfortunately, I’m unable to banish them quickly either.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sebastian
