Page 5 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Five

OLIVIA

“You kissed him?” Marie gapes at me, and I heave the deepest sigh.

“I know. I’m an idiot.”

“I didn’t say that.” She pats my shoulder. “We’re drunk, it’s a party–kissing your ex is like the least surprising thing you could have done.”

I frown. “Good to know I’m predictable.”

Roland walks over, bringing me a drink, which I shoot back quickly, gulping down the alcohol as the warmth blooms through my chest.

Thank God for booze. Tonight, at least.

“I told him I’d kill him if he hurt you again,” Roland says, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Roland, you couldn’t hurt a fly.”

He puts up his dukes playfully. “Little do you know I beat the shit out of a bully in fourth grade. I’m sure I’ve still got it.”

Marie laughs, taking my hands and tugging me out onto the dance floor. “Let’s forget about boys and dance. ”

I’m reluctant until she gets me out on the floor, and my favorite song comes on.

I shake out my arms and legs, allowing myself to feel the music and just dance with Marie and Roland. I’m all tied-up, knotted in a way, and I’ve been that way for weeks.

Kissing Dominic didn’t make it any better.

One last kiss .

Am I telling the truth? Is that really the last time our lips will ever touch?

My heart aches just thinking about it.

I’m not over Dominic, if I’m honest with myself. I don’t know if I’ll ever be over him.

All I know is that I want him badly still, that when his lips touched mine, my body seemed to hum back to life.

I haven’t been with a man since Dominic, and I guess my body missed his touch.

Maybe my heart did, too, but I don’t want to think about that. With the way he left me, Dominic can’t be the only guy for me. It would be cruel.

Someone who hurt me that much can’t be my soulmate.

I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until Marie nudges me.

“Maybe me and Roland are your soulmates.”

She giggles, and I laugh, too, not realizing how the alcohol is hitting me until I get a bit unsteady on my feet.

“I need some water and some air,” I whisper to Roland, and his face goes serious.

He nods and returns after a few moments with a bottle of water for me while I make my way out to the alley.

I creep past the spot where Dominic kissed me, not wanting to relive it.

There are a few people straggling around outside, smoking, talking on the phone.

Sebastian stands there, against the brick in his three-piece suit, and I’m struck by how handsome he is for a moment .

His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back from his face, a slight stubble on his cheeks and jaw. He looks up at me with piercing blue eyes, and I freeze.

“Don’t judge me for being drunk,” I mumble, trying hard not to slur my words, and he laughs, moving toward me.

“I won’t judge. But you still look stressed, even with the alcohol.”

“I am stressed. This merger?—”

He waves his hand. “Forget about the merger. You’re supposed to be letting loose tonight, aren’t you? Letting your hair down?”

I finger a curl. “I did let my hair down.”

I giggle, realizing I’m worse off than I thought.

Sebastian just gives me an easy smile. “You need a ride home?”

I shake my head, but it makes me dizzy. I pout up at him.

“My friends and I are going home together. Nobody left behind.”

He chuckles. “You know, you’re a cute drunk, Olivia.”

“I’m gonna tell my dad you said that.”

I expect him to balk at that, but instead, he just grins, stepping closer to me.

“I think you like flirting with me. Riling me up.”

I look away because he’s right, but then he grasps my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes up to his.

A thrill shoots through me, my skin heating up, goosebumps popping up along my flesh at being this close to him.

“You might want to be careful, little girl. I bite.”

I imagine it, suddenly, Sebastian’s even white teeth biting into my shoulder while he?—

What am I thinking?

This is my father’s best friend. He’s too old for me. He’s off-limits.

Oh, God, I wish he would kiss me .

Instead, he drops my chin, stepping backward with an even smile.

“You should get back to your friends.”

I nod listlessly and head back inside, where Roland is already scheduling us a ride because Marie can hardly stand up.

I chuckle a little at her and put an arm around her for support as we walk out to the car.

What the hell is going on with me?

I let Dominic kiss me, and then I wanted Sebastian to kiss me. So badly.

Am I just sexually frustrated? It has been years, after all, but you’d think I could control myself.

I guess not.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Roland accuses while the driver takes us home. “You’re not gonna ralph, are you?”

“God, no.” I laugh. “I’m not as drunk as Marie.”

“M’not drunk,” She leans her head against my shoulder.

I pat her head.

We arrive at home and get Marie inside on the couch, where she passes out immediately.

I sigh and stretch, heading to the kitchen for a big glass of water. I pour Roland one, too, and he sucks it down.

“Well, that was certainly an interesting night.”

Should I tell Roland about my moment with Sebastian?

He narrows his eyes at me. “Something happened. What happened?”

I groan. “I kissed Dominic.”

He rolls his eyes. “Not that. I figured that much.”

I huff and cross my arms over my chest. “Ye of little faith.”

“Well, you did kiss him, didn’t you?”

He’s right, but I don’t like it .

I plop down on the couch, flushed from the dancing and the alcohol.

“I had a little moment with someone... unexpected.”

“Who? Spill, spill, please tell me it’s Damien.”

My eyes widen. “Damien? What? Why would you think it’s Damien?”

“Please, Olivia. You have to see the way he looks at you.”

“He looks at me normally.”

Roland scoffs. “If normal was like a starving man looking at a side of beef, maybe.”

“You think he’s starving? For me?”

I have to admit the idea is attractive.

Damien is a good-looking man, one of the best-looking men I know, and he’s kind and gentle...

“He’s your boss, right? You can’t fall for him.”

I deflate because once again, Roland’s right.

I’m the one that came up with the no-fraternization rule. I can’t break it all for a silly little attraction.

“It wasn’t Damien.”

His eyes widen. “Then who?”

“Sebastian,” I whisper as low as I can.

“Sebastian! Your father’s best friend? Silver fox Sebastian?”

At Roland’s yell, Marie twitches in her drunken sleep.

I groan. “One and the same.”

“You can’t fuck your father’s best friend, that’s so wrong .”

“Who said anything about fucking?”

“Do you have any idea about his reputation? He’s got a different girl on his arm every other night.”

“We had a weird moment. Doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with him.”

“I would.” Roland shrugs, giggling, and I giggle with him.

“I’m not saying it wouldn’t be fun. I just... after Dominic, I don’t think I can do another casual fling. What if it turns into more?”

“Casual is all you’re going to get out of Sebastian. Damien, on the other hand...”

“I’m not going to be dating my boss. Or my father’s best friend.”

Roland sighs. “You’re no fun.”

“Maybe not, but at least in Damien’s case, I won’t be going against my own rules.”

“Rules are meant to be broken.” Roland yawns. “I’m going to the guest room. Will Marie be okay here?”

I nod. “I’ll cover her up before I go to bed.”

I have the feeling I won’t be able to sleep very well anyway. It’s like there’s something crawling beneath my skin.

I’m frustrated, almost angry, and God, has it really been that long since I had sex?

A few hours before Dominic dropped the bomb, we’d been making love and laughing and everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

It puts a sour taste in my mouth, thinking about the breakup, so I try to push it out of my mind.

A nice, hot bath is what I need.

I head to the bathroom, undressing as I go.

Marie nor Roland will mind if they catch me unclothed.

I’ve always been pretty confident with my body, anyway, and comfortable in states of undress. I played soccer in high school, and it was common to have to undress and shower with my teammates.

I run the water as hot as I can stand it, and I hiss when I slide down into the heat.

My skin goes a little red immediately, and I’ve probably gotten it too hot, but I can’t bring myself to care enough to change it.

I move aside the bubbles, looking down at my body .

So long since I’ve been touched.

I close my eyes.

I haven’t even had an orgasm on my own since Dominic. I’ve been so focused on work, trying to throw myself into it so I wouldn’t deal with my broken heart.

Tonight, though, I’ve got all the time in the world.

My hands slide down between my breasts before I pinch one of my nipples between my fingers, letting out a quiet sigh.

It feels good, sending a zing of pleasure through my body. Nothing like it felt with Dominic, though.

What’s the harm in fantasizing about him?

I think about his kiss, the way his lips had pressed so hard against mine I could almost feel his teeth.

He always wanted me so badly, always took me quick and rough and dirty.

I loved it.

I lick my lips, moving my hand lower and slipping my thumb across my clit as I try to remember the last time I’d made love to Dominic.

As I’m fantasizing, though, I realize that the man I’m picturing pumping in and out of me is bigger, broader, taller than Dominic.

I try and picture his face, but instead of Dominic’s brown eyes, it’s a sharp blue that looks at me.

“What’s the matter, little girl?” Fantasy Sebastian says with a smirk, and my eyes pop open.

I bite my lip.

I can’t be thinking about Sebastian in that way. He’s my father’s best friend, for God’s sake, and everything I should be avoiding.

I’m a commitment type of girl, and he’s a playboy. He’s nearly sixteen years older than me. There are so many reasons I shouldn’t, but.. .

The way he’d cupped my chin in his hand, forced me to look at him.

“Be careful, little girl. I bite.”

I shove my hands back down, my fingers sliding across my clit faster as I pant, imagining Sebastian’s even, white teeth biting down on my skin, how it might mark me.

In my mind’s eye, Sebastian is taller and a bit broader than Dominic, but now he suddenly seems huge , like he’s been hitting the gym.

At first, I just think my subconscious added the muscle, but then I realize instead of Sebastian’s handsome face looking down at me, it’s Damien’s.

I choke out a silent moan and shove two fingers into my entrance, chasing my orgasm, not caring that the man railing me in my fantasy is actually three men, none of which I should ever be with.

When I come, I close my mouth tightly so no one can hear me, and finally relax into the water, able to finally enjoy my bath instead of feeling so restless.

I laugh at myself a little as I get out of the bath and start to towel off.

What was I thinking? That I could have all three of them?

Yeah. Dream on.