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He still has a hold on me, and now that he’s back in town, it’s going to be hard on my mind.
I banged on the door as hard as I could to wake up my mom. Caleb’s car pulled out of the driveway, and my body relaxed a little more now that I knew he was gone. I kept banging on the door until it finally opened.
“I don’t want to hear it, m-”
My sentence stopped when I saw dark blue eyes, the same ones that make me shake all over, Sebastian’s. I couldn’t help but look at his bare chest. His strong chest made my eyes widen. He was only wearing sweats and nothing else. His hair was messy and horrible, and I wanted to run my fingers through it.
He opened the door wider so I could walk in, but he didn’t move to the side, which meant I had to squeeze through his abs and the door frame.
He decided to trap me between his chest and the door frame as I was trying to get through. His nose was almost touching mine, and his hot breath fanned against my pale cheeks. His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were starting to drill holes into me. I held onto my thigh with my hand as I got more nervous. My lips parted, wishing I could feel his juicy, pink ones.
Sebastian walked past me and leaned in closer to my ear. “Your mother was worried,” he said in a low, sexy voice.
“I-I.”
I couldn’t even say anything. I was so focused on how close he was to me that my mouth got dry, and I needed water. I closed my legs tightly because I felt something strange down there, and Sebastian looked down.
“Do you need to pee again?” Sebastian said with a wicked grin. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“Don’t forget to lock the door, Pumpkin,” Sebastian said my name so softly that it made me shiver. He winked at me before going up the stairs, which left me confused and, oddly enough, wet.
I learnt something after last night with the whole Sebastian thing. I want Sebastian, but not in a stepfather way. He made me feel needy and sexy in a way I’ve never felt before, which made me nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m getting ready to move in with him.
I kept telling myself, “Aria, he’s engaged to your mother,” as I packed up my clothes.
“Aria,” I heard my mum call my name in a sweet voice.
I turned around with my boxes in my hands, and my mum was leaning against the door frame.
I thought, “What does she know about last night?”
“How are you doing, sweetie?” my mum asks with a smile.
I let out a sigh of relief.
I said very clearly, “I’m fine.” I still remember the dinner where she yelled at my dad. I won’t forgive her until I want to. I might be a bitch, but who cares?
She crosses her arms over her chest and says, “Honey, I’ve already said I’m sorry. What more do you want?” She is angry, and her face is scrunched up.
“Can you give me a new mum?” I said as I lightly pushed her out of the way and walked down the stairs.
I put my box next to all the other boxes in my mom’s car. I carefully push all the boxes back, making sure to cover every inch of space. I had to fit everything in somehow. I haven’t seen Sebastian all morning; all I’ve seen is my mum freaking out about packing and other things.
“Aria, make sure to get Simba,” my mum says as she stands by the car door.
“He’s my cat. I won’t forget him. I’m not like you; I don’t forget my loved ones.” I roll my eyes at her. “Or should I say, husband?” I smiled at her in a kind way.
In a matter of minutes, I saw my mom’s eyes go from light to dark. She took a deep breath and let it all out.
“Just get the damn cat, Aria.” She opens the door to the car and gets in. I carefully picked up Simba, my orange Persian cat that my dad gave me for my 13th birthday.
“Anyway,” I say as I walk back to the car. I ask, “Where’s Sebastian?” in a casual way.
My mum says, “He left in the morning.”
I buckle up while Simba cuddles up to me and my lap. I look at my mum, who is watching the road. There was no noise at all, just an uncomfortable silence.
I turned on the radio and the song “Fetish” by Selena Gomez blasted through it. My mom quickly looks at me. She’s probably getting sick of the music. She calls this kind of music “nasty music.” She acts like a saint, but she’s had s*x and has a daughter.
I sang along with Selena, sounding almost like her. “You got a fetish for my love.”
“You said you didn’t sing anymore.” My mom smiles and quickly turns to look at me.
“I don’t.”
“Sweetheart, your voice is amazing. It sounds like you’ve been working on it.”
“Thank Dad for my amazing voice.” I copy her tone when I say “amazing.”
My mum just frowns and keeps looking straight ahead at the road. She was right about one thing: I have a great voice. My dad signed me up for singing lessons, and he has a great singing voice, too. But after he left, I stopped singing and everything else.
After an hour of awful music and uncomfortable silence, we finally got to Sebastian’s house. It’s not a house; it’s a huge mansion.
“No way.” I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Don’t be rude, Aria,” she said before getting out. I rolled my eyes. I opened the door to the car and got out.
My mom opened the doors to the mansion like she owned the place, which makes me think she’s been here a lot. A woman in a black and white maid dress came up to us quickly.
I thought that was something that only happened in movies.
“Mrs. Devereux.” The housekeeper bowed. She really did.
What the hell
“Where’s Sebastian?” my mother said in a rude way. She didn’t say hello or even look at her.
Mom thinks she’s tough and big now that her husband is a sexy goddess and has a lot of money.
I was really shocked. My mom never acts like that. I look back and forth between her and this older woman.
“I’m sorry she’s rude; you don’t have to bow. It’s Venessa Callahan,” I said with a smile. “And I’m Aria Callahan, but you can call me Aria.” I held out my hand.
I heard my mum laugh in the back, and the older woman looked down and didn’t take my hand. I raised my eyebrow in interest.
“Is she bothering you?”
I turned around, and Sebastian was there out of nowhere. His deep voice bounced around the room, making the air feel thicker. I moved back a little because he was too close for my comfort. I totally forgot what he asked because his minty breath and beautiful face were too much for me to handle.
“No, dear,” my mother says. She holds his hand tightly, making Sebastian wrap his arms around her. It was gross how hard she kissed Sebastian’s lips.
I stood there like an idiot, almost throwing up at the scene in front of me, until someone spoke.
“Miss. Callahan, would you like me to show you to your room?” said the woman in a maid’s outfit.
I turned to look at her. “Yes, please.” I smiled softly, and she nodded and quickly took my arm.
“Don’t touch,” my mom growled.
The woman let go of my hand right away. I turned my head quickly and gave my mum a look that said, “F**k off.” I looked my mom in the eye while I grabbed the lady’s hand and smiled at her. I heard my mom say something, but I didn’t pay attention.
We walked up the stairs hand in hand, and I couldn’t stop looking at how big and beautiful this place was. I didn’t even know we were in a room. The walls were white, and the floors were light brown wood. It was beautiful and just my style.
I touched the bed in the middle and the little nightstand next to it. I found a picture frame with a picture of me as a little girl with my mom. I was about 7 years old, and my mom was in her late 20s. We were happy then.