SEBASTIAN’S POV
Sasha’s back was to me as she pulled the sheets closer around her body, refusing to look at me, her face flushed. I couldn’t help the smirk stretching across my lips, knowing how much this must be driving her crazy.
But I knew better than to think it was just an embarrassment. Sasha was a hurricane of emotions, a storm she kept bottled up behind those guarded, cold eyes of hers. Yet tonight, she’d let me see behind that wall, even if only for a split second.
“You can stop smirking,” she snapped, finally taking a glance at me, cheeks tinged with red. “This… this was a mistake, Sebastian. A serious mistake, and it will not happen again.”
“Oh?” I chuckled, folding my arms across my bare chest and leaning against the bedpost. “Because from where I was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. You sure I didn’t hear my name a couple times?” I teased, my tone low and taunting.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and shut as if searching for words to deny it. She gripped the sheets tighter, then in a flash, threw them off, jumping to her feet in a huff.
“You are impossible,” she hissed, and without another word, she stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
I burst out laughing, watching her quick retreat. Her anger was endearing in a way. Most people tried to hide from me; she stormed off like she was in control, as if she could undo what had just happened between us.
It was cute, she could try to tell herself it was a mistake all she wanted, but I knew better. She couldn’t hide the way her body reacted, the way she held onto me like I was her last breath.
Shaking my head, I got up, stretching before I began pulling on a pair of dark jeans and a clean shirt. “You know, Sasha, that bathroom door won’t save you,” I shouted with a grin, my voice echoing in the quiet of the suite.
Silence. I leaned against the doorway, casually listening for any reaction. She was probably seething in there, trying to figure out how to face me without losing her composure. It was almost amusing. Sasha, usually so collected, was completely thrown off balance and all because of a few passionate hours. I had to admit, the effect she had on me was… different. Women came and went in my life; usually, I didn’t think twice about them the next day. But this… she was different. She made me want to push her buttons, just to see what other sides of her I could uncover.
I raked a hand through my hair, still grinning as I strode out of my bedroom and into the main suite’s sitting room. The early morning light streamed through the windows, casting golden rays across the room. The city stretched out beneath me, a reminder of the life I had chosen, the responsibilities waiting for me outside these walls. But for now, none of that mattered.
I dropped onto the couch, my mind still replaying the events from last night. Her lips, the way she moved there was something about her that was undeniably addictive. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something about Sasha that set her apart. Maybe it was her fire, her spirit… or maybe it was just the way she looked at me, as if daring me to figure her out.
As I leaned back, propping my feet up on the coffee table, my phone buzzed on the cushion beside me. I picked it up, glancing at the caller ID.
Roland.
“Speak of the devil,” I muttered to myself, swiping to answer. “Roland, what do you want at this ungodly hour?”
“I take it you had a… pleasant evening?” Roland’s voice was amused, and I could almost see the smug grin on his face.
I chuckled, leaning back and crossing my legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, feigning innocence.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” he scoffed. “Word travels fast. Let’s just say certain people saw a certain someone heading up to your suite last night.”
I rolled my eyes. Roland was one of my closest friends, but he had a tendency to dig his nose into places it didn’t belong. “And what, pray tell, do you want to do with this juicy piece of gossip?” I asked dryly.
“I want to know what’s going on,” he replied simply. “I’ve never seen you like this before. Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Sebastian.”
I paused, caught off guard by the weight in his tone. Roland wasn’t usually one to pry, but there was a seriousness in his voice that made me stop and think.
“Look,” I started, choosing my words carefully, “Sasha’s… she’s different.”
“Different how?” Roland’s curiosity was palpable, and I knew he wasn’t going to let this go easily.
“She’s just… not like anyone else,” I said finally. “She’s challenging. She doesn’t take my crap, doesn’t fawn over me like everyone else does. It’s… refreshing.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I wondered if Roland was just going to let it slide. But, of course, he didn’t.
“So, what’s your plan then? Are you just going to mess around until she gets tired of you, or is there something more to this?” he asked pointedly.
I frowned, not liking the direction this conversation was headed. “Look, Roland, I don’t know, alright? It’s… complicated.”
“That’s what I thought,” he replied quietly. “Just be careful, alright? Sasha’s not the kind of girl who will just walk away if things go south. You’re playing with fire, my friend.”
I clenched my jaw, the warning in his words sinking in. Roland was right-Sasha wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. She was fiery, stubborn, and if I wasn’t careful, she could very well end up burning me. But that was part of the thrill, wasn’t it? The challenge, the unknown.
“Yeah, well,” I muttered, “since when have I ever been afraid of a little fire?”
He chuckled, but there was a hint of concern in his laughter. “Just remember what I said. And try not to break her heart, alright?”
The line clicked off before I could respond, leaving me alone with my thoughts.