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I say quietly, refusing to turn. I scan the hall, my eyes darting back to the bathroom door as I clutch my dress to my breasts.
“Allow me,”
his seductive voice comes, still making goosebumps rise on my skin as he reaches over and pulls the door open. His intoxicating scent hits me and I’m about to rush into one of the stalls when his fingers go to the side of my waist.
“What are you…”
I trail off, as his fingers. brush the satin until he grabs a hold of the string that once held the pearl’s- in his fingers, and he tugs it.
My heart is pounding as he steps closer, and I step away, but it’s a mistake because I now see him in the mirror before me. However, I refuse to look at his face. If I don’t see it, it’s not true…
“Let go,”
He commands in his deep voice that for some strange reason still has an effect on me. I spent years trying to get rid of those emotions… I don’t need him back in my life!
Why did this have to happen? “I said let go,”
he repeats, yanking at the string and I gasp, loosening my hold a little. Deftly, he pulls the strings tight, yanking me against him.
My heart thunders, my breasts heaving as the heat of his body envelops me, and his knuckles graze down my back, making my core clench and awakening a terrifying desire I never knew still existed within me.
His heart is racing too as he ties the two ends of the string, yanking on the dress a few times. He finally lets go, but my heart is still thudding.
“There,”
he says quietly. Swiftly pulling out the pins from my hair and allowing it to cascade down my back. “Easy fix.”
I’m no longer able to stop myself from looking up at our reflection and my heart thuds It’s him. The same black hair that I loved to run my fingers through… the same piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through me, that chiselled jaw and….
“You look even more beautiful than I remember…”
he says, shocking me. My eyes widen as I remain frozen.
He runs his fingers through my hair, but it’s then when I remember the faint scar that his mark left on my neck after his rejection that I am brought back to the present. I step away from him and turn, glaring up at him.
“This is the ladies’ room, Mr King. Do you need me to show you to the door?”
I ask quietly. He doesn’t respond, his eyes raking over me shamelessly, but what shakes me the most is the carnal hunger that’s clear in them.
Why are you looking at me like that, Sebastian? “I wouldn’t mind you showing me a lot more than that…”
“Excuse me?”
I ask sharply.
He looks away frowning, and it’s then the slight scent of alcohol hits me. Is he drunk?
“Three years… Who would have thought that a business deal I want to reject would bring me to the same place as you…”
I don’t respond. Tonight is my night, and I will not let anyone destroy it. “You look good… You’re doing incredibly for yourself. CEO of Toussaint Empires… I commend you. Congratulations.”
“Excuse me,”
I say emotionlessly. Three years may have passed, but I have not forgotten what he has done to me. I move towards the door, when he speaks, making me freeze, my hand on the door handle. “How are they?”
he asks quietly.
My heart thuds as I stare ahead.
“Good,”
I reply, keeping it short. I push open the door when he suddenly grabs my arm, yanking me back inside and kicking the door shut with his foot. He pins me against the door, making my eyes widen as my back hits the door.
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now… but… I think you deserve to know that Valerie’s family have decided to pull the plug. If you want to see her one last time, then you should do so now.”
My heart thunders as those words sink in, and I stare up at him, my body filling with dread. “What do you mean, pull the plug?”
I ask. My throat feels dry and my stomach churns.
“Three years, Zaia… She’s been in a coma for three years. There’s nothing more we can do. The doctors and her family have given up.”
SEBASTIAN.
I watch as her face changes from surprise to realisation to devastation. Her heart is thumping wildly as she stares at me, her gorgeous violet eyes wide.
She didn’t know, just as I presumed, and I wish I had somehow found a way to let her know that Valerie needed her. Well, no surprise there, fucking up is my forte and I keep doing that.
She used to be the voice of logic and reason in my life, and why my father truly approved of her. Although he never liked her father, he had always held Zaia in high regard. That is a relationship that is still not the way it used to be before I divorced her.
Looking at her, I know that she deserves that position as CEO. I won’t ever say it, but I’m proud of her.
“I… How?”
she asks softly. “We never caught the attacker. It’s a long story and… I shouldn’t be seen here with you. Can we meet somewhere else, maybe tomorrow?”
I ask, swallowing as I try not to look at her tempting, glossy lips.
“Meet? You want to meet now? No. Tell me what happened to Valerie. I need to meet her. I need to, I’m an awful friend,”
she whispers the end part as she turns her head away.
“No. I should have tried harder to get the message through to you. Look, here’s Jai’s number. He moved to Valerie’s mother’s original pack with the Scotts’ after it happened. Call him, and he’ll tell you the rest of the details and give you the full address,”
I say, taking out my own business. card and adding Jai’s number to the bottom. I can’t risk being seen with her, just in case.
She reaches for the card, her fingertips brushing my finger as she takes it. There’s no mate bond, but the tingles of her touch rush through me, strong. My eyes flicker silver for a second before she turns away from me.
“Thank you,”
she says, turning her back to me and reaching for the door handle. I hate that she has to leave. Why can’t this moment last longer?
“Zaia,”
She pauses but doesn’t turn back to me, waiting for me to speak. “How are my pups?”
I ask quietly. Her heart thuds, but instead of replying, she pulls open the door and steps out.
My own heart squeezes but I don’t fight it. I can’t risk us being seen together. Even if I’m getting closer to learning who they are, I can’t ruin it all when I’ve come so far…
Just a little longer, Zaia… Then I’ll come for you.
“Zaia?”
Fuck. “Cara? Oh… it’s been ages. How are you?”
Zaia asks, her voice sounding far warmer than it was when she spoke to me. “It has been! Wow… babe, you look… gorgeous. I see you’re doing well. Not what we hear.”
Cara laughs.
Not wanting to risk being seen by Cara, I stay hidden. Dad had asked me to bring her to the meeting, but right now I wish I hadn’t.
“Thanks, I’m sure the rumours are colourful, but I’m happy. Truly. How are you?”
Zaia asks her, not missing a beat and clearly not fazed by Cara’s remark.
“Oh, I’m good, actually I was here on a dinner date…”
Cara trails off and I narrow my eyes. No part of this was a date, and for her to insinuate that it is, is pissing me off.
“Oh, I see, well have fun, and good night,”
Zaia says. I exhale slowly, hearing the sound of heels. “
Oh, Zaia! You haven’t seen Sebastian, have you?”
Cara asks, and I clench my jaw.
“No.”
Zaia’s reply comes.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.”
Cara apologises. “I’ve just been looking for him. He left the table a while ago. “Not at all. He’s long forgotten, Cara. Enjoy your date together.”
“Oh, thank you, we will… I’m sorry.”
Cara mumbles. I cock a brow.
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