Page 8 of Corrupted Memories
She nods, giving me a pitying look. “It is, but if it becomes too much, my boyfriend and I can always take you home.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Boyfriend? I didn’t know. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Her cheeks stain pink and she giggles into her drink. “I mean it’s probably too soon, but I have a good feeling.” Brittany looks around with a small frown. “He probably got caught up with one of the men. He’s a large investor.”
Jeremy comes back to us, setting my plate on the table next to me. “I just grabbed a little bit of everything and some water.”
Relief soars through me as I grab the water. “Perfect. Thank you so much.”
He grins, popping an olive in his mouth before facing Brittany. “I thought you were bringing that guy you met at the bar?”
She clears her throat, waving her champagne glass around. “He’s around. You know how Easton and the boys are.”
Jeremy groans. “If they get their claws into him, I doubt you’ll get him back for the rest of the night.”
We stand there silently eating before he sighs, running a hand through his loose curls. I smile because I convinced him to leave it unstyled tonight.
He smiles back at me. “What?”
I kiss his lips. “Nothing, just looking at how handsome you are.”
“They’re going to announce it soon, then we can leave shortly after,” he replies, gripping my waist tightly before letting go as Easton and a few other partners drag him up to the stage in the center of the rooftop.
Anxiety makes me feel nauseous, and the prickly feeling that I’m being watched has sweat forming on the back of my neck. I can barely hear the speech as they start to talk about the backstory of the firm while I try to push away the paranoia forming inside me. I focus back on Jeremy, tilting my head to the bathrooms, needing a moment to center myself. He nods at me.
People are cheering as I make my way quietly, keeping my head down as I open the door to the private room and walk to the sink. I grip the cold counter, inhaling deeply through my nose and exhaling slowly through tight lips. Maybe after all these years I’ve developed a genuine anxiety at being out in public because I want nothing more than to go home.
The door opens and I jump up, realizing I had forgotten to lock it. When I turn, whatever I’d been about to say dies.
“No,” I gasp out, ensnared in the eyes of a monster. Sebastian James stands before me, just as devastatingly gorgeous, maybe even more, than the last time I saw him. The black suit is tailored toperfection over his lean body. His hair is shorter and styled back, leaving his strong jawline on display. Memories of running my hands through his long, unkempt hair and tracing that jaw cause a fluttering sensation to begin in my stomach. God, I had forgotten. I had forgotten how much his mere presence affects me.
The wordsget outrest on the tip of my tongue as he locks the door, but I’m stuck frozen.
“And to think I almost skipped tonight, but I didn’t want to turn down an easy pussy.” He smiles, his harsh tone sending a chill down my body.
“Get out, Sebastian,” I try again, my voice shaking as I ignore the searing pain from his words. I shouldn’t care who he fucks, but I hate how he’s bragging about it to my face.
I back up as he stalks toward me, the cold wall meeting my back as I struggle to open my clutch. “I’m not afraid to hurt you.”
“You already have. In the worst way.” His eyes flash dangerously, and I finally grab onto my small taser and attempt to aim at his chest.
His hand wraps around my wrist before I can comprehend that I missed, and with a quick jerk of my arm, he spins me in place.
My body trembles as he moves me into the wall, his hard body pressed against mine, and his spicycitrus scent clouding my mind. He even smells the same, and I lick my lips. I can almost remember his taste. I gasp as his other hand grabs my hip, pulling me closer, and his erection rubs against my ass.
“Stop.” I try to speak, but he lets go of my arm to wrap his hand around my throat, squeezing in warning.
“Have you missed me?” He breathes into my neck, sending goosebumps down my back and hardening my nipples. Being so close to him again is fucking with my mind, relishing in his touch is overriding my fear.
I try to shake my head, but his grip tightens, denying the answer he doesn’t want to hear.
“I should fuck you right here. Remind you what it’s like to be fucked by a real man and not your pathetic farce of a boyfriend.” He sneers.
I tense. Fuck,my boyfriend. I forgot about Jeremy. I was more concerned with how my body is still responding this man. I try to buck and push him away, but Sebastian’s hands don’t move, and he presses me harder into the wall, turning my head to whisper into my ear.
“You might be a liar”—he runs his nose down my neck and sniffs me—“but your cunt isn’t. And I know shemisses me.”
My chest is heaving as I pant from his words. My breasts start to ache for his touch, remembering how he used to cup them harshly. I already know what he’ll find if he reaches into my panties, even if shame fills my chest. Sebastian had been my firsteverything, and my body hasn't forgotten.
