I know the person I should talk to about this. I just don’t want to because he won’t let me live if he got to know this is happening to me.
With a tired sigh, I pull out of the neighborhood and drive down to Sebastian’s house anyway.
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Sebastian answersthe door sweating and breathing fast and wearing nothing but fucking boxers. Boxers that show the outline of his erection.
The horrendous sight puts me in a foul mood.
“Don’t tell me you’re having sex,” I grumble.
He grins. “I was in themiddleof sex.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter. “I need to talk to you.”
“Can it wait?”
“No.”
“It has to wait five minutes. I need to finish and also Marie?—”
I grab the door and slam it in his face muffling his reply. A second later I hear his laughter and I know he didn’t finish the sentence and was teasing me.
I walk down the hallway and near the elevator to not hear any of their sex noises.
Sex.
They are having sex.
I wonder how he’s able to control himself when Marie is in front of him.
If Hope takes off one piece of clothing…
I let out a grunt.
Stop.
I need to put these thoughts away.
Nothing of that sort is happening between us.
She isn’t ready and neither am I.
Switching on my phone, I send her a text.
Heath:Did I tell you, you look beautiful today?
It takesher five minutes to reply.
Hope:You didn’t, but it’s fine.
I roll my eyes.
Her standards shouldn’t lower because of me.
I’m not fucking losing to her fictional men.
Heath:Well, you did. Beautiful, I mean.
