Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I already know that Sebastian is going to try to kick me out on my ass, but hopefully Bel will stop him before that happens.
The car finally arrives, and it’s a quick twenty-minute ride over to Sebastian’s place. I have the car stop outside the gate and approach the guard. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be when I snuck in the other night, but if I want to make this right and not give Sebastian another reason to kick my ass, I’ll go through the front door.
When the guard waves me in, I start my trek up the driveway. As predicted, Sebastian is waiting at the door, his tie undone, his jacket discarded, and his hair shoved back like he’s been running his fingers through it nonstop. There’s wrinkles of frustration marring his forehead.
"What do you want? It better be fucking good because, believe it or not, I've had my fill of Marshalls for the day. I’m tempted to shoot you right where you stand." I try not to take his disgust personally.
I nod. "Understandable. My dad is enough for us both."
He studies me for a long moment, his gaze tense. "What do you want?"
"To speak to Bel."
"No."
I sigh and hold my hands out. It takes everything I have left to say this word. "Please?"
For a moment, I swear I see the ghost of a smile curve his lips, but when I blink, it’s gone. Fucker. I swear he’s been waiting for this day, to use my fucking one and only weakness against me. Sucks that it has to be his sister.
He takes one step down the entry and looks me dead in the eyes. "No."
I ball my hands into fists, ready to storm past him if I need to in order to get to her. Nothing and no one is going to keep me from her. No one. She is mine. All fucking mine. Blood rushes in my ears as I think through my next steps, but then I catch a whiff of her floral scent. My gaze darts to the door, and some of my anger recedes.
"Sebastian," Bel snaps from the entrance. She's barefoot and still in that sexy-as-hell dress, but she's got a cardigan on now, her arms wrapped tight around her middle. "Don’t be a dick, and stop threatening to shoot people. He came to talk. There’s no harm in that.”
“No harm?” Sebastian snorts, and his gaze ping-pongs between us.
Waves of tension roll off him. He’s not as levelheaded as he usually is. The party wasn't easy for him, and it’s obvious he’s battling a demon, but he’s not advertising a need for help. In typical Seb fashion, he plans to deal with shit all on his own. “There is never no harm when it comes to inviting a Marshall into your home. Have you forgotten that I’ve known Drew longer than you, and, therefore, I know what he’s capable of?”
“I didn’t come here with malicious intent, Seb. I just want to talk to Bel.” I shake my head, my own frustration mounting.
“What-the fuck-ever.” He sighs and waves me forward, finally giving in.
The weight of the world is resting on his shoulders, but I know more than anyone he’s not ready to share the burden with me. That’s just how he is. He knows I’d help him in a heartbeat, but I can’t do a damn thing if he doesn’t tell me shit.
“I’m not here to fight,” I confirm again, but my word does nothing to ease the tension.
“Just get the fuck inside, and say what you need to say,” he sneers at me, and when I start to walk away, he speaks again. “This is my only warning to you, Drew. If you hurt one fucking hair on her head, I will spill your blood on the marble, and no one will be able to stop me, not even Bel.”
“Sebastian!” Bel scolds. “Stop it.”
“And I’d happily let you do it if I fucked up again, but I won’t.”
Sebastian rolls his eyes, and once again, he waves his hand forward, a mock of impatience following his movement. I stand tall and climb the steps walking right past him, and into the house. Bel lets out a sigh of relief, and I give her a smile in return. The last thing I want to do is fight with Sebastian, but I’ll cross any bridge and break any rule to keep Bel in my life.
“Let’s go upstairs and talk,” Bel says.
I nod, following her when she swivels around and heads for the stairs. I try not to watch her perfect ass as she walks up the steps, but depriving myself of her is killing me slowly. My cock is as stiff as a board, and I have to remind myself that I came here to talk to her, not fuck her.