Chapter 53
BLAIRE
Despite my attempt to focus on the menu, Sebastian’s touch on my thigh sent a subtle tremor through
my senses. The delicate dance of our reunion seemed to intensify with every passing moment.
“Have you decided what you’d like?” he asked, his voice a measured cadence that barely concealed
the undercurrents of emotion between us.
I nced at the menu, the words blurring as my mind wrestled with conflicting thoughts. “I… um, not
yet,” I stammered, acutely aware of the proximity that seemed to amplify the unspoken tension.
“Perhaps I should order for us. If that’s fine with you,” he said as his hand slowly travelled up to my
thigh until his hand final rested just a few inches away from my
centre.
“Y-Yes, that’s better, I said, breathing a sigh of relief as I looked at the waiterpletely oblivious of
what’s happening under the table.
I gasped for air when he fingers started to y with my centre. I immediately cover my mouth from
making any explicit sound. I looked at him with pleading eyes, trying to signal him to stop. But he never
once took a nce in my direction and continued to order as if everything was normal.
“For appetizers, we’ll start with the delicate truffle-infused oysters.”
The waiter started writing Sebastian’s order.
“As for the main course,” Sebastian continued, “I believe the sous-vide Wagyu beef would be an
exquisite choice. Then, paired it with a truffle-infused demi-ce and a side of truffle mashed
potatoes.”
He continued to order our meal while I was trying my best not to get distracted by his hand in between
my legs. I clenched my he ran his finger across my slit. I was fist whe
hoping he would stop from there, but he didn’t. Instead, he proceeded to insert his fingers inside my
wet underwear. My throat suddenly felt dry when he slid his finger through my entrance.
I immediately grabbed the ss of water and drank it, hoping to moist my dried throat. I clear my
throat, trying to act normal, which I failed, obviously.
“Are you okay, madam?” The waiter when he noticed my difort.
“She’s fine,” Sebastian answered for me. “We’ll also be having a bottle of Bordeaux,” he
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added.
“Will that be able, sir?” he asked, bringing back his attention towards Sebastian.
“Would you like to add anything, love?” Sebastian turned to me and asked.
I was startled upon him, mentioning my name. I panicked when the waiternded his eyes on me. I was
so scared that he would notice anything when he looked at me for more than one minute, so I could
quickly answer to dismiss him.
“No, that would be all. Thank you,” I responded.
As the waiter shed a smile and departed, I seized the opportunity to discreetly
remove his hand from my legs. Despite his protests, a stern re served as a move
His response was a smug smirk. What caught me off guard, though, was his next move with those
fingers. Deliberately, he raised his hand, sensually sucking his moist
fingertips adorned with my lingering juices.
The atmosphere heated up, creating a mix of arousal and embarrassment. Blushing, I averted my
gaze, attempting to escape the intensity of his stare.
Suddenly, a low, husky chuckle escaped his lips, resonating through the charged airs between us.
Ignoring my attempt to break free, he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to my ear.
“ying hard to get, are we?” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
“W-Where in a public ce, Sebastian,” I stammered.
His eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them. “So, what? Do you really think this will
stop me from iming what’s mine?” he murmured, his fingers tracing light circles on the back of
my hand.
As the tension heightened, I couldn’t deny the undeniable chemistry between us. The restaurant’s
ambience faded into the background, leaving only the two of us in this ndestine dance.
I gulped, my voice barely a whisper, “Sebastian, we can’t-
His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Can’t or won’t?” he challenged, his
warm breath caressing my skin.
His fingers continued their tantalizing dance on my hand, each stroke leaving an indelible mark on the
fabric of our shared moment. The air cra ckled with unspoken desire, and I felt the weight of his gaze,
daring me to surrender to the allure.
“Sebastian, this isn’t the ce for…” I started, my protest trailing off as his lips found
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their way to mine in a soft, lingering k*ss. The world outside our ndestine bubble blurred, leaving
only the sensation of his touch and the undeniable pull drawing us together.
He pulled back slightly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine, ire. You don’t get to have a say on
this. At least show me my money’s worth,” he whispered.
The words hung heavy in the charged atmosphere, shattering the illusion of a romantic interlude.
Reality crashed down on me, dispelling the fantasy. His touches, once a source of excitement, now
served as a stark reminder of the transaction that defined our connection.
My heart sank, and I looked away, concealing the ache within. “I know why I’m here. All I’m asking is
for you not to treat me like a wh ore,” I uttered, the bitter truth lingering on my tongue.
He chuckled, a cynical edge to his voice. “I’m paying you to be with me. Isn’t that falls within the same
category?”
I red at him, my fists clenched, fighting the urge to unleash the frustration building within me. “I can’t
believe I let myself believe in something more,” I whispered to myself, the sting of disappointment
sharp in my words.
“What?” he asked. I’m d that it wasn’t loud enough for him to understand what I said.
“Nothing. I just want to get this over with,” I replied, my voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and
determination. With a heavy heart, I pushed aside the shattered remnants of my illusions and focused
on the practicality of the situation.
The air hung heavy with unspoken words as we remained silent while waiting for our food. The once
enchanting ambience of the restaurant now felt like a gilded cage, trapping us in the remnants of a
shattered romance.
Sebastian’s gaze remained detached, his actions mechanical. I, on the other hand, wavered between
numbness and the echo of a lingering ache. Every touch, every whispered word, was a reminder of
what was lost.
As the night unfolded, I couldn’t help but yearn for an escape from this scripted reality. The clinking of
sses and distantughter around us became a distant backdrop to the internal turmoil.
After what seems like forever, our meal has finally arrived. The clinking of cutlery against tes fills the
awkward silence as we start eating.
Sebastian’s gaze remains fixed on his te, a stark contrast to the vibrant intensity it held earlier. The
aroma of the carefully prepared dishes fails to mask the bitter taste of disappointment lingering in the
air.
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I steal a nce at him, searching for any sign of remorse or acknowledgement of the emotional
wreckage we find ourselves in. Yet, his expression remains indifferent, as if the charade we’re ying
is nothing more than a mundane task.
We were in the middle of our dinner when my phone suddenly rang. I looked at Sebastian, trying to
gauge whether it’s fine for me to answer my phone when I’m with him.
“E-Excuse me. I’ll just get this,” I informed me. But I was just about to stand when I heard his cold and
baritone voice.
“I paid every minute of your time, didn’t I? So, I expect your full attention when you’re with me. So, sit
down,” he ordered with lifting his head.
“O-Okay,” I answered before going back to my seat. I’m just d that it didn’t take long before my
phone stopped ringing. But it hadn’t been a few minutes before my phone started ringing once again.
This time, I was more eager to answer the phone, assuming that it was an emergency call from the
night nurse I hired to look after ze.
“Turn off your phone, ire, he ordered.
I was hesitant. I can’t just ignore the call, especially if it’s about my son. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll be quick,” I
answered, defying his orders.
“ire—”
I hastily excused myself from the table and made a beeline for the restroom to answer the call. As
expected, it’s Sylvia. I pick up swiftly, my heart pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety.
Banks? I’m sorry for disturbing you. But you told me to call you if something “Miss happens,” Sylvia’s
voice echoes through the phone.
My mind races with possibilities, wondering what could have prompted Sylvia to break our usual
protocol. “What is it, Sylvia? Is everything okay?” I inquire, trying to keep my voice steady despite the
turmoil within me.
“It’s ze…
The moment she uttered my son’s name, my chest tightened in fear. “What happened to my son? Is he
okay? Tell me!”
“He had a seizure, and the doctors decided to perform his surgery tonight. It’s a good thing that there’s
also a heart avable, and they’ve already tested it. It’s a match with ze. It’s currently in transport
going to the hospital,” Sylvia reported.
of emotions courses through me-fear, relief, and an overwhelming desire to be
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with my son. The triviality of the restaurant and its scripted drama fades into insignificancepared to
the real-life crisis unfolding.
“I need to go, Sylvia. Keep me updated, and thank you for informing me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I hurriedly respond, my thoughts consumed by the urgency of being by ze’s side during this critical
moment.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. But I need to go. Let’s reschedule our meeting, shall we?”
I didn’t wait for his answer. I hastily gathered my belongings.
“You can’t leave. If you leave now, our deal is over.”
I frowned at his threat, mustering a sneer. “You should have thought about that before giving me all the
money. Even if you cancel our deal, your money’s gone, Sebastian.” “Then, you have more reason to
honour our deal. And I’m telling you, you can’t leave!” I blew a loud breath. I wasn’t nning on walking
away from our deal. I just need to be with ze during his operation. I want him to see me the moment
he opens his eyes after the surgery. My son needs me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m going to honour our deal. I just have to go right now.”
Sebastian’s protests faded into the background as I navigated the maze of emotions and urgency. As I
rushed towards the exit, I couldn’t just made. The hallway echoed with the ttering of my heels
against the floor, a stark
hake the weight of the choice I had contrast to the hushed ambience of the restaurant left behind. The
cold night air greeted me as I stepped outside, the moon casting a silvery glow on the path ahead.
The cab ride felt like an eternity, each passing moment intensifying the anxiety wing at my chest. I
clutched my phone, desperate for updates from Sylvia about ze’s condition.
As the cab pulled up to the hospital entrance, I paid the fare in haste and practically sprinted towards
the entrance. The sterile scent of the hospital greeted me, a stark contrast to the artificial allure of the
restaurant.
In the waiting area, Sylvia approached, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and concern. “Miss
Banks, they’ve just taken ze into the operating room. The heart is en route, and the doctors are
optimistic.”
Relief and gratitude surged within me, and I thanked Sylvia before making my way to the surgical
waiting room.
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As the minutes ticked by, I found sce in the hospital’s quiet corridors, away from the
illusions and scripted scenarios. The weight of the situation overshadowed any lingering thoughts of
Sebastian and our tangled arrangement.
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