In all honesty, Aline had never thought about things like that. However, now that he had mentioned it, she couldn’t help but wonder how he could bear so much responsibility. She could barely handle her own future, she couldn’t think of being responsible of so many more.
“What about your free time? What do you do then?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, her mind a little cloudy after that glass of wine she had gulped down.
“I don’t really have a lot of free time.”
Aline giggled. From all the things she could have done, she giggled. Was she drunk? Probably not, but she certainly was not completely in charge of her actions.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, I kind of expected that. You know-” She pointed towards him, “I kind of have you all figured out.” She confessed, shrugging as she drank from her glass.
“Really?” He asked, a bit amused.
Aline nodded.
“You are a workaholic. You hate losing, or things not going the way you want them to. You don’t like to ask for things, you simply demand them. Mhm, what else?” She placed a hand over her chin, directing her gaze towards the table as she tried to remember. She was pretty sure she had other thoughts about him too, but she couldn’t exactly say them bluntly.
“Although it’s all true, I would advise not to judge a book by its cover. There is so much more to it.” Sebastian warned, though he was clearly amused. Aline shrugged. “Well, while you at least seem to know a bit about me, I still don’t know anything about you.”
Aline knew this was the point he had been waiting for. A perfect opportunity to interrogate her. Luckily, this time around, there was enough alcohol in her system to make her believe she was ready for it.
“What do you want to know?”
There seemed to be no hesitation when it came to asking his questions. Once again, Sebastian was a man who knew exactly what he wanted. So, with a sigh, he asked:
“How exactly did you end up with the debt?”
Tipsy as she was, the courage provided by the alcohol was still not enough. She still felt the pressure of her memories, the anger she held towards the man that she called father. Angry as she was, she fought the tears that threatened to appear, and eventually answered.
“My dad.” Her voice broke as she spoke. The answer made Sebastian frown, she saw the confusion that rushed through his eyes. “After my mom abandoned us, he started drinking and doing drugs. You must expect such a lifestyle wasn’t cheap. Soon, the money I earned weren’t enough for him, so he borrowed some money.”
“And where is he now?” He asked, impatiently.
“He died of an overdose soon after. I didn’t know of the debt up until that point.”
“Why didn’t you leave? You said you were working, you could’ve-”
Aline shook her head and smiled sadly.
“My mom abandoned me, lucid as she was, she did. But my dad never did. He could’ve, but he didn’t. Aside from taking my money, he never did anything to hurt me. You could call me crazy, but to me, it meant the world.”
Aline remembered the days with bitterness. She remembered the pain she felt once her mom stopped showing up, how she cried day and night, screaming for her. Her dad used to stay by her side; he tried smoothing her pain until he fell prey to his own. Her father hadn’t been born a bad person; he was lead into being one.
“Damn wine. It made me emotional.” She laughed, as she wiped the tears with the back of her hand.
She didn’t dare look at Sebastian. She knew it would have been pity she found in his eyes. She hated that emotion more than anything. She had never asked for help for that exact reason because she hated being pitied.
“I would advise you to drink one more. But given how badly you are handling it, I doubt it would be a good idea.” They both chuckled, the sound of their laughs echoing around them, mixing with the silence of the kitchen before it vanished all together.
Aline slowly stood up, her hands pressing against the bar.
“Where are you going?”
“I should probably clean here. It’s getting late. You probably want to rest.”
She hated to admit it, but she would have stayed there all night to speak with him. She liked how the conversation flew between them, even when the subject was as sensible as the one they had approached. But, she wasn’t as sure he felt the same way. She was already in his house; she didn’t want to be even more of a burden.
Suddenly, she heard him stand up. The plate she had lifted was now out of hand, in its place an odd feeling Sebastian’s touch had left behind. She lifted her gaze off of the table and looked at Sebastian who was now standing beside her.
“I’ll do them.”
Aline and Sebastian’s eyes met. Her lips parted unconsciously as a shiver ran up her spine, the intensity of their gaze getting a hold over her body. It was odd, but she suddenly noticed the different colors in his eyes. They weren’t just brown; they were now shades of green and auburn, the strands catching the artificial light that illuminated the kitchen.
She wondered if he felt it too, if his muscles were that tensed because of the electrifying waves that seemed to run between their bodies. Her mind screamed at her to move, to put some distance between them, but her body seemed numb. Her legs refused to move, her arms just as paralyzed.
Just when she thought he would be the one to move away, something unexpected happened. The previous feeling his finger touched had left behind had now been shadowed by that of his lips over hers. Aline would have expected the kiss to be slow, tender, like all first kisses. She would have expected their lips to be shy, to first test the area before claiming the territory. However, none of her expectations had been true.
From its very start, the kiss had been rough. They both fought for dominance, their bodies pressed against one another. Sebastian’s body was practically hovering over her, their bodies moving into one single direction, up until the point where she had been pressing against a wall. She felt the cold surface through the thin material of her shirt. His hands ran down her arms, grabbing onto her wrists before pinning them over her head.
She gasped the moment he bit her lip his tongue asking for entrance, one that she gladly gave. She felt her insides burn with every twirl and twist their tongues did over one another, the exotic dance in which they had been caught burning her alive. While one hand still pinned her hands over her head, his other trailed down her neck, his fingers leaving a trail of ashes behind.
Slowly, he pulled away his breath fanning her neck. Her heart skipped a beat the moment she looked into his eyes. The lust and desire that darkened their color was too much to handle. Sebastian seemed to be hesitating despite the lust in his eyes. There was something about it that made her realize it was actually because he was waiting to see if she was sure about it. She wasn’t sure, but the strength of the fire settling in the pit of her stomach was far too intense now to escape.
With one swift move, she yanked her hands from his grasp, and wrapped them around his neck her lips once again finding their way to his. While her own hands knitted in his hair, his were busy fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Pulling back, she took matters into her own hands and took off her shirt. She was glad she had her lacy bra on; at least something about her appearance would be exciting. She breathed harder, feeling exposed as his eyes roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the outline of her breast. She saw him gulp as he pinched her nipples through the material.
“Let’s go to my room.” He didn’t seem to be patient enough to wait her for her to follow; he simply took her in his arms and carried her up the stairs.
It must’ve taken them less than a minute to get there, yet, to them, it still felt like a century. The moment they were inside, he placed her down, not bothering to turn on the light. The light coming from the hallway was enough.
Once inside, Sebastian didn’t wait any longer. He pushed Aline on the bed, her back gently falling over the mattress. Resting on her elbows, she watc
hed as he took off his shirt, his muscles tensing with every move. He must’ve thought he was in charge there, the way he always was. But little did he know, Aline was just as possessive as he was.
Her hand reached for his, and while he wasn’t expecting it, she yanked him over her, moving in such a way that he was now beneath her. He looked at her with shock, a smirk on his lips, his hands holding onto her waist.
She leaned over him, her breasts touching his chest. Her hands held him down by each shoulder, while her tongue slowly traced the length of his neck. She would stop every now and then, to suck at one spot. Meanwhile, her hips rolled over him, her core feeling him even through the layer of clothing that were still between them.
Eventually, she kissed down his chest reaching his pants, where she took her time to undo them. Of course, Sebastian hated teasing; he was far too excited for that. So, she upped her game and yanked his own pants off along with his boxers.
His hand moved to rest in her hair; it tugged at her hand, as his lips captured hers once more. He lifted them both, so that they were both on their knees, in the middle of the bed.
“Don’t you think it’s unfair that you still have your clothes on?” He whispered as he bit the strap of her bra.
“Undress me then.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He unhooked her bra and threw it on the ground, her pants and panties soon followed. Aline could safely say she had never felt more alive in her life.
A moan escaped her lips the moment his finger touched her core, his hand still between her thighs, his tongue licking at the soft skin. She arched her back, her hands unconsciously clutching to his hair, pulling him closer to her.
She felt like she would cry, the pleasure she felt as he sucked at her womanhood being far too much for her to handle. The way his head moved in unison with her hips, made her feel empty, yearning to be complete.
She cried as she arched her back, begging him to end her misery already. She swear he heard him chuckle, in fact, she knew for a fact he was enjoying the way he made her feel. Luckily, he needed her just as much as she needed him. So, Sebastian decided to end their wait there.
Gently, he positioned himself between her legs, kissing her lips as he thrust in for the first time.
Chapter 6
Sebastian sat in the kitchen stool, sipping at his coffee as he waited for Aline to wake up. He had prepared a light breakfast: pancakes and some orange juice, yet he wondered if she would be able to hold any of it in. She had been pretty drunk the night before, so the hangover was sure to be just as hard.
It had been a while since he had had something else aside from work to think about. He usually spent his mornings looking through his schedule or going over the papers he was supposed to hand in that same day. He never spent much time pondering over private matters, especially the ones regarding a woman.
He had never had any reason to. His affairs were usually pretty straight; he knew where he stood and what needed to be done. There was nothing to think about. But this wasn’t the case this time around.
Sebastian was well aware of how badly he had complicated his relationship with Aline. While she had been drunk, he had been completely sober and aware of what they were doing. He had wanted her, badly. And he didn’t like the vulnerability he had felt.
What he wasn’t unsure of, however, was as to when the attraction began. It had snaked upon him silently, digging its teeth into him when he least expected it. He knew Aline would come seeking an explanation. She would want to know where they stood, how the previous night will affect their relationship. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the answers either.
Sebastian Hunter was never one to date. His business had always been his main priority. If he liked a girl, he made sure she knew there were no strings attached. He knew he could never make such a deal with Aline.
She wasn’t like those other girls. She had been through way too much to let herself be used in such ways. Besides, as much as it bothered him to admit it, he knew Aline deserved someone better. Someone that knew what his feelings were, someone that was certainly not him.
His head was hurting so bad from all the thinking that he suddenly wondered if some gin inside his morning coffee would help ease his thoughts. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to drop Jonathan at the airport, he would have done it.
He wondered if Aline was still sleeping or if she was just hiding behind the blankets. He wouldn’t blame her for either. Sebastian hated the way his body reacted whenever he remembered her naked body, wrapped between his silk sheets, her curves matching his own, as if they had been made for one another. No other girl had ever matched that way.
Shaking his head, he banished those kinds of thoughts from his mind. He had never had such thoughts and never will, it was decided upon that. Sebastian was about to stand up and leave when he caught something from the corner of his eyes: a figure standing in the door.
Aline was there, with a loose shirt draped over a pair of shorts, her hair messily pulled into a bun over her head. She stood there awkwardly, with one hand scratching a spot behind her neck. He had no idea how long she had been standing there, but it must’ve been some time.
“Morning.” He whispered, trying to smile. “Come, I cooked breakfast.”
Aline looked at the plate filled with pancakes, licking her lips as soon as she noticed the butter and jam beside it. Sebastian barely restrained himself from groaning, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her lips. Every memory of her touch was still vivid in her mind. The various round of passionate love were fresh, taunting him.
“Don’t do that.” He whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
“Did you say anything?”
Sebastian raised his eyebrows and shook his head, a bit too fast.
“I said you should have some coffee too.” He could see Aline sensed something was wrong, but she chose to ignore it.
They stood in silence for a while; none of them said a thing. However, unlike those other times, the silence wasn’t comforting or pleasing, instead, it was tense and awkward. It was obvious they were both thinking about the same thing.
Sebastian knew he should just rip the bandage and tell her there was never going to be anything between them. He had no idea why he was beating around the bush, why was he so scared when it came to her feelings?
“Listen, about last night-” He couldn’t believe Aline was braver than him.
She had opened the conversation; it should’ve been easier for him to continue to say the same words he had told all those other women before. He rose his head from the mug he had in hand, and was about to say something. But the minute his eyes met hers, all thoughts vanished.
He gazed into her hazel orbs and suddenly felt the urge to kiss her again, to taste her sweetness.
“Let’s talk about it later. I have to take Jonathan to the airport.”
Jonathan’s flight wasn’t until a couple of hours, but Sebastian needed to get away. He needed to make up his mind before he talked to Aline about it. He knew that taking decisions without thinking was bound to make him regret it. And he hated regretting.
By the time Aline even got to react, he had already been out the kitchen door, leaving her baffled by the kitchen counter.
*****
“What do you mean by a party? Sebastian, I can’t go. One, I have nothing to wear, and two, I barely have any time left to get ready.” Aline tried hard to keep her calm. With one hand she held the phone while she pinched the bridge of her nose with the other.
She had been already walking towards her bedroom, her mind going over the random shirts and pants she owned. She was more than sure there was nothing in there that could nearly fit fancy.
“I’m sorry. I just remembered.” He apologized, “As for getting ready, don’t worry. I already called someone, they should be there any moment now.”
Aline frowned, stopping in her track.
“You sent someone?”
Just as she said
the words, the doorbell rang, making her frown. She guessed Sebastian heard it too, because his only answer was a chuckle. Sighing, Aline pursed her lips, heading for the door. “Fine, I’ll see you in two hours.”
Aline had already been by the door when she hung up. She slid the phone in the back pocket of her plain jeans before she reached for the door. She never guessed, but the door was heavy; it took quite some strength on her part to open it.
Behind the door were a man and two other girls. The man had pink hair and a colorful suit, the collar shirt beneath his yellow blazer having a pineapple print. She doubted she had ever seen so much color on one single man. The girls weren’t as extravagant as him, but they were indeed beautiful. They looked like two models that had just descended from the great fashion podiums. They both wore tight dresses and killer heels.
“You must be Aline.” The man said in a cheerful tone, handing the redhead his purse. “A pleasure to meet you, darling!”
Aline’s breath caught in her chest as the man suddenly engulfed her in a tight embrace. His arms squeezed her as he blew two kisses beside each cheek. She had seen such characters, but only on television; she had never had the pleasure of meeting someone so bubbly.
“Likewise,” She tried smiling, hoping it looked genuine. “Please, come in! I heard Sebastian called you last notice, I’m sorry for that.”
“Don’t worry about it. Mr. Hunter is my favorite client.” The man smiled as he took off his rather large sunglasses, revealing the light golden makeup around his eyes. “I’m Marcus, by the way. And this is Sara and Rose.”
“Aline.” She felt stupid for repeating her name, Marcus had already said it before, so it was obvious they knew it. But it had just felt right to say it.
“Tell the guys to bring my things in.” Marcus told Sara, snapping his fingers as he talked.
Aline wondered what those things were, but she decided to just wait and see.
Both Sara and two other guys returned few minutes later with four bags and a rolling hanger that was covered with a purple bag. She wondered why he needed all that stuff; she was simply attending a birthday party, not the Oscars! Curious as she was, she chose not to question it and insult the man. Instead, she invited them to sit down.
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