Chapter 60
BLAIRE
I woke up to soft little k*sses brushing along my shoulder. I’m not sure what time I went to sleepst
night, but Sebastian surely takes his time with me. I can barely recall that the sun was almost up when
he finally decided to let go of me and let me have some rest. He’s insatiable as usual, and even until
now, I couldn’t keep up with his stamina.
“Hmm…” I groan in defiance as I try to brush him away. I’m still tired and wanted to get a little more
rest.
I heard a soft chuckle, and the vibration of his voice resonated against my skin. “It’s already twelve in
the afternoon. You need to eat something,” he whispered as he continued to nt small k*sses around
my neck and shoulder.
“Hmm, go away.” I groan once again as I try to cover my face with the pillow, hoping to hide away from
him.
He chuckled. “You can continue sleeping after we eat. Come on. Get up,” he said.
I took a loud breath before removing the pillow covering my face. “I doubt that,” I said, ring at him.
My reaction earned a yful glint in his eyes. I was taken aback when I noticed how soft his expression
was right now. It brings me back to the time when I first fell in love with him. He’s got a gentle smile, a
charismatic aura, and mesmerizing eyes. The rays of sun brushing against his tan skin give a glow to
his usual handsome face. He looks more carefree today than he did the first time I saw him after so
many years.
My eyes softened upon realizing how innocent his smile was. It was as if hepletely
got
into this charade of forgetting about what happened between us in the past. Right now, we look like a
normal couple, spending some quality time on this beautiful ind.
“You can stare at me all day, but at least have something to eat,” he teased me when he noticed that I’d
been staring at his face for quite some time now.
I gulped before quickly averting my gaze away from him. I gasped for air when he gently held my chin
so I could look him in the eyes once again.
“You look more beautiful when you blush,” heplemented me as our faces were inches away from
each other.
I was holding my breath as I awaited his next book. I was already expecting a k*ss from him, but I was
completely disappointed when he didn’t. He let go of my chin and put enough distance between us.
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“Let’s eat,” he invited me as he walked towards the table right around the corner of the cabin. I can
already smell the delicious food that he prepared for us.
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But as realization hits me, guilt engulfs my whole being when I remember that I haven’t called my son
sincest night. I don’t know where he put my phone, so I have no other choice but to ask him. I
grabbed the white robe hanging on the edge of the bed and immediately wrapped it around my b*dy to
cover my n*kedness. I tied it tightly around my waist before walking towards the table.
“Sebastian, where’s my bag?” I inquired, breaking the morning stillness with a directness that caught
him off guard.
His charming smile faded as he processed my abrupt question, a stark departure from our usual
morning pleasantries. “What? No morning, greeting for me?” He retorted, his toneced with sarcasm.
“Firstly, it’s already twelve in the afternoon; a ‘good morning’ seems a tad bted,” I countered with a
touch of sass. “Now, can I have my bag? I need my phone.”
A shadow crossed his features, his expression growing sombre. “No phone until we’ve had our meal,”
he dered coldly, amand that hung in the air between us like an unspoken challenge. The room
brimmed with tension-a silent sh of wills as our morning routine took an unexpected turn. Whaty
beneath the surface of this mundane dispute? I wondered, sensing a deeper current in the ebb and
flow of our interactions.
My irritation deepened into a persistent frown. “Sebastian, I need my phone!” I asserted, the urgency in
my voice underscoring the gravity of my request.
“I’ve already told you, you’ll get your phone once we’ve finished our meal,” he reiterated, his tone firm
and unyielding.
“I can’t wait! I need to call someone!” I retorted, my desperation beginning to surface.
An eyebrow arched in suspicion, and he questioned, “Who are you going to call, your boyfriend?”
“It’s none of your business. Now, give me my phone!” I snapped, my patience unraveling. The image of
my son, ze, waiting for my call since I left the hospital yesterday fueled my impatience. I needed to
assure him that everything was okay back home.
“I believe I haven’t been clear,” he sighed, sounding as though issuing a warning. “You’re not getting
your phone until we’ve finished eating. Am I clear?” His words hung in the air, a sh of wills as my
need to connect with my son collided with his steadfast resolve. The tension escted, promising an
imminent showdown in the battle of priorities.
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“Sebastian, don’t be absurd! I’m not your prisoner, okay? I gave you everything you asked forst night.
The least you could do is let me have my phone. If you’re concerned, I might call for help. Rx. I have
no intention of leaving until I fulfill my end of the bargain.”
He scoffed, a dismissive sound that grated on my nerves. “You’re acting as if you regret what
happenedst night. Let me remind you that you were the one screaming my name in pleasure. It
doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t want to be here,” he retorted, a cutting remark that stung with
both usation and arrogance. The room hung heavy with the aftermath of our heated exchange, the
unspoken tension weaving an intricate dance around the fragile boundaries of our entangled desires.
+5
Inhaling deeply, I endeavored to quell the rising frustration within me. Arguing seemed futile, so I closed
my eyes and pursed my lips, contemting how to persuade him to
relent.
“Sebastian, can you just give me my phone?” I calmly implored, altering my tone in a bid to appeal to
reason. The silence that lingered between us held the weight of unspoken negotiations, my plea
hanging in the air like a delicate bnce on the verge of tipping.
He looked me straight in the eyes, probably weighing whether he should heed my plea or not. My blood
boils when I finally hear his answer.
“No. You’ll get your phone once we’re done eating,” he firmly insisted.
“You’re ruthless. You can eat all of that by yourself. And I hope you choke to death!” I said, ring at
him as my nostrils were ring in anger. I can’t believe he’s doing this. I’m already willing to make
amends with him, so we can both enjoy our stay here. But here he is, trying to get on my every nerve.
“It’s your choice, ire,” he said before he sat in front of the table and started eating.
Unbelievable! He’s so annoying!
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