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We both looked down at the phone and saw another text message. The text message says, “Tomorrow I’ll send you the place where we can trade your son for my wife.” I looked up at Sebastian, who was reading the message.
I mumbled, “He wants me in return for Miguel.” My voice was barely audible.
He looked at me after turning off the phone. “Not happening,” he said right away.
I can’t take the chance. I won’t let my child suffer even more because of me. He’s only four years old, and a little boy shouldn’t have to go through all that pain. He has scars all over his body. I would rather have scars all over my body and be in pain every day than have my kid go through that.
“Sebastian, he’s your blood and my blood. He’s our little boy, and we can’t let him suffer anymore.” My lips trembled as I said this.
“I’ll find another way; I already have men working on it.”
That was quick; he hasn’t even talked to anyone yet. He must have seen that I was confused. “I have cameras in here. Trust me, they’re working on a plan,” he says.
I just nodded. “Should we just wait?”
“That’s all we could do for now.” He pours himself some whisky.
I wonder if he was able to be happy with someone else.
I asked, “Did you find anyone else?” to change the subject or at least get my mind off the fact that my crazy husband has my son. He turned around and got quiet, which made me think he’d been with other girls, which I don’t really care about.
“It’s okay—”
“I haven’t been with a girl since I left you alone in that house,” he said. His eyes showed the truth, but I still didn’t believe him.
I don’t understand why he has to lie.
I laughed as I stood up, and then I started to walk to the door when he grabbed my arm. He pulled me back, and my chest hit his. My eyes followed his up to his, and his breath blew on my face. Those eyes, those stupid eyes. I hated them with every fibre of my being and how they made me feel. His hand let go of my arm, and my eyebrows scrunched up.
It’s hard but possible to figure out Sebastian, like finishing a Rubik’s cube.
He chuckles dryly and says, “I’m telling you the truth, I can’t even touch a girl without thinking about you. I can’t even look at one because all I see is you and that smile.” “I see your blonde hair and those green eyes that I love so much.” He let go of my arm and moved his hands to my cheeks.
“I hated you, I hated you for so long. You’ve hurt me so many times that this time I thought there was no going back.” I told the truth, and tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I didn’t let them.
Sebastian asked, “How do you feel now?” He looked all over my face for a sign of how I felt.
“I shouldn’t forgive you; I should hate you,” I said.
“To be honest, a part of me still does.”
Sebastian’s hope fades quickly after I say those words.
“But most of me doesn’t.”
“I love you, even though you’ve made my life hell.” “And I hate it because you made me go through hell.”
“I hate myself for that. I was a scared boy, not a man, because a man wouldn’t have done that,” he says. “I’ve grown, I’ve lived, and I’ve learnt. I just want you, and maybe that’s selfish of me, but it’s true.”
“I don’t know if that’s good enough for me. I’m scared,” I say.
“I’m scared too, Pumpkin.”
We looked at each other for a little while longer, taking in everything about each other. There was a lot to see because we hadn’t seen each other in four years.
It was a huge relief for me to know that Miguel was already being looked for. We just had to wait for Sebastian’s men to get back to us.
He slammed his lips on mine, and mine immediately responded. I pulled on his brown hair with my hands as they crawled up to it.
His hands moved all over my body, and they felt great. We both pulled away from each other, trying to get the air we needed so badly. We both put our foreheads together, and I closed my eyes.
“Finding him will take time, but I promise we will,” he whispers.
“I get to kill Henry,” I said.
“We both get too,” Sebastian says with a smirk.
I pulled his body close to mine and scratched his cheek with my hands before kissing him. My body pushed against his, and his arms were around me. I put my legs around his body and his hand around my waist. His other hand was against my cheek.
The kiss was full of desire and passion. I pushed my lips against his even harder. His tongue went into my mouth, and I moaned softly, which made Sebastian growl.
He kept kissing me as he carried me from his office to his bedroom.
Sebastian put us at the foot of the bed, and my lips stayed on his. I kissed him one last time and then pulled away. His lips were full and his nose was red from my kisses. His hair was messy from my fingers running through it.
It was like I could see his dark, broken soul in his dark blue eyes. I’ve learnt to love and accept him. I slowly took off the strap to my top, then the other one, while still looking at you. Sebastian looked at my naked body before slowly taking off his shirt. There was a tattoo on his chest that wasn’t there before.
My fingers brushed over the skull, and my eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
“It’s my symbol,” he said quietly before kissing me again.
He put me on top of his bed and lay on top of me. One of his hands gripped my thigh and pulled it up against his side, while the other held my neck gently.
Sebastian’s lips weren’t moving quickly or roughly against mine. They were moving slowly, as if he were enjoying the moment. His lips then moved down my neck, which made me moan deeply.
I started to get worried. This doesn’t feel right all of a sudden. I still wore the ring even though he was a crazy person who kidnapped my unborn son.
I loved Henry. Shouldn’t I be sad that he’s crazy? Shouldn’t I feel like I’m broken?
I took off my ring and put it on the nightstand next to me. Sebastian watched me do this.
What if Sebastian hurts me again?
I was so scared that I almost got up and left, but then I looked him in the eye. That’s why I hate them so much; they make me lose my mind and everything else.
I know it’s bad to say this, but I feel alive when I’m with Sebastian.
“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” he asked as he hovered over me. His thumb brushed my cheek. “I’m not going to go on until I hear from you.”
I can’t stop loving him, even though it hurts me. When I touch him, my body gets warm. When I look at him, my heart races. When I talk to him, I feel better. I put my hands on his cheeks, and he looked worried.
“I love you, Aria.” He smiles a little. Sebastian said, “We can wait. I can wait until you completely forgive me. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” I liked this side of him that was so vulnerable.
“Please let us just lay here,” I said.
“As long as you lie next to me,” he says with a smile on his lips.
Sebastian falls next to me and slowly pulls the sheet up to cover my naked body.
“Did you feel lonely?” It was a simple, random question.
He looks at me and holds my gaze while he thinks of words. “It was the same every day and every night.”
He turns away and looks up at the ceiling. The room is quiet.
“I thought a lot about Maya. It was all my fault, and I’m really sorry about that, Pumpkin.”
“The world went quiet after she died.” I said.
We both stayed quiet for a few more seconds.