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“I don't need your money. You don't have to pay me to get me to do things like that for you.” I tell him sincerely.
Sebastian lays those long fingers that had me screaming last night, on my cheeks.
“Don't you think I know that by now?” He asks in the softest voice.
My heart thumps at the look in his eyes. A look I'm trying hard to read. Before I can reply, his phone starts ringing, and his eyes widen.
“Oh, shit.” He says and scrambles off the bed to grab his phone on the bedside table. He sounds like he speaks in a measured tone. “I'll be there in fifteen.” He says this in a clipped tone after listening for about a minute. He drops his phone and moves toward the biggest walk-in closet I've ever seen.
I get up quickly to also get dressed, knowing that party time is over. I find my clothes and quickly put them on. I slide my fingers through my hair to make it look presentable.
Sebastian steps out. He’s dressed and ready to go in a black tux that brings out the color of his eyes. I look away quickly, not ready to have any more lustful thoughts about him.
“Callie does not know you slept over.” He tells me as he looks me over.
I sigh.
“I know that. I have to go home and come back.”
Sebastian nods as he checks the time on his classic Rolex watch.
“Luckily, you have a little over an hour to impress my young one.”
I nod and begin to move toward the door.
“I can manage that.”
“So, when I return, we shall be heading to my mother's for dinner.” He tells me this as a gentle reminder.
I nod and make my way out the door to get ready for the day.
* * *
Sebastian
Dinner with my mother is a tense affair. I expected a flawless dinner arrangement and meal. It's the ritual both myself and my mother are accustomed to. I cannot tell if Paislee is enjoying the meal. She is doing a very good job of keeping a mildly interested face and nodding along to the conversation when necessary.
I glance over again at her, loving the black dress she chose to wear. It isn’t the type she wore to my home the first day. The one I wanted to tear off her the moment my eyes had landed on her. This one is more corporate and gives her a look of self-importance. Or maybe it's not the dress. Maybe it's simply how Paislee has always carried herself.
“So,” Mother begins as she picks up her fork, stabs a perfectly chopped cucumber, and brings it to her red-painted lips. “How has Callie been holding up?”
“She's adjusted pretty quickly.” Paislee answers with a smile. “I have found that she quite enjoys learning from the comfort of her home.”
Mother frowns slightly at Paislee as if she had not expected her to breathe, much less speak.
“I was directing the question to my son.” She tells Paislee, who flashes her an embarrassed smile and stutters.
“I'm s-sorry. I just thought—"
“It's barbaric behavior. Speaking out of turn and quite so loudly,” Mother continues, her lips turned down disdainfully.
I watch Paislee wither right before my eyes. The light and excitement that has been inherent in those enchanting eyes was immediately snuffed out.
“Mother, it's not barbaric for Paislee to tell you how well Callie is settling in. She's her nanny and tutor. She's in Callie's life and has the right, as much as I do, to answer your question.”
I won't condone my mother mistreating Paislee like she's some servant.
“Very well then.” Mother says as she turns to face Paislee. “So, tell me whose idea was it to have my granddaughter wrenched out of school.”
