CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SEBASTIAN
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Mason spurts his drinkacross the table and curses while the others look amused.
“So, you fucked a passenger because you were angry that your jet broke?”
Pretty much.
Although it’s not that simple.The complete mess of a girl—Emily—should never have been in first class, and my cock should’ve been fast asleep while I focused on business.
But that didn’t happen.
I don’t know what fucking happened.The little minx bewitched me with her sexy blue eyes, British charm, and all that wild hair.
God, imagine gripping it while slamming into her from behind.Like a wild lion.
“Look, she was drunk, cute, and wouldn’t shut up so I...shoved my cock in her mouth.”
Jesus.That sounds bad, even to my own ears.
Now I’m in even deeper.What was I thinking, inviting her to be my date on Sunday night?
Date?You mean your fake fiancée?
“I haven’t finished my story.”I toss back the last of my whisky.
“There’s more?”Drew lifts his brows, humored.
“Monday morning—” I start.
“Oh, god no.”Colt slaps his forehead.“She’s pregnant.”
I frown.
How the hell did he come to that conclusion?While we’re asking questions, how did he get into Harvard?
“Dude, she sucked my cock.I don’t know if you understand how babies are made...?”
