Chapter 95: Chapter 95

There's only one thing Fathia understands. How much she adores the touch and everything that can be given to her tonight by the guy. Accumulation of things that have ever been in her little head, projected clearly by the guy. Relentlessly. Without pauses. And what's more surprising for Fathia, everything looks real.

But...,

"Why?" Fathia asks with a frustrated tone. Her eyes wide open and glaring sharply with breaths racing against each other. The guy who has positioned himself right above her only gives a small smile. As if underestimating, yet truly, in the darkness of his eyes, the guy is already quite impatient.

It took her dozens of months to realize how tortured she was by the stretched distance. She had scraped it away, yet her busyness wound it up again. Making that distance reappear even though she had longed for it so much. Used to having the presence of the girl wandering around him, causing an incredibly draining effect on his usual way of thinking.

"One... or two?" The fingers that have been inside Fathia, he pulls out. Clear fluid coming from within, enveloping. Slowly, he takes those fingers and touches them to the cheeks of the girl who looks flushed beneath him.

Fathia grumbles in annoyance. "I'm done!" She roughly pushes the guy's body that's on top of her. Quickly, she grabs the scattered clothes. Don't even ask about the girl's face; it's a mess. Her face is also bright red. Angry.

"You sure?" Sebastian chuckles. His eyes seem relaxed as he watches the black-haired girl starting to get dressed. Some signs of redness due to his actions are evident in a few spots. He's won. Since the first time he came, pressing her relentlessly, erasing all the questions she felt like voicing, ending up in this quite large bed that Fathia occupies.

"Don't mess around with me, Sebastian. Finish up," Fathia turns and still gives a piercing look. "Or I'm leaving."

"Your choice. I just want to make sure you and I are satisfied. That's it."

Fathia rolls her eyes with impatience. She quickly puts on the cover cloth for her thighs. "Oh, I just remembered. I have a date with Kenzo in two hours."

Fathia could see for herself how those pitch-black eyes turned cloudy again. The intensely intimate aura had shifted so quickly. Was Fathia scared? Nope. Ah, not just scared. But she wanted it too. In one swift motion, the guy known as Sebastian had pulled her in. Holding her without mercy.

"In your dream!"

Fathia chuckled contentedly. "Never play games with me, Sebastian. Never."

Hearing Fathia's words, where there was no doubt in them, as he usually heard when Sebastian was above her, fueled all the nerves within the guy. It prompted him to once again unleash everything he longed for from all things related to the girl. The little girl who had transformed into someone as beautiful as this. Whose soft moans this time around truly felt like they were igniting a blaze of passion. It also quenched his longing for her through the long kiss he immediately engaged in. To silence the lips that had been somewhat brusque with him.

However, Sebastian's grin appeared with a joy that touched his heart by thousands of percent. When his kiss was responded to without hesitation by the girl. Her gentle hand even immediately touched Sebastian's face. Holding him so he wouldn't pull away, even though Sebastian himself had no desire to be apart from her. Not at all.

That kiss was like an overflow of the girl's feelings for him. Which, in turn, was responded to with no less fervor from him.

"Princess... don't be like that," Sebastian slightly winced as Fathia's teeth bit quite firmly into his shoulder. The heated kiss had ended, replaced by Fathia's actions that made Sebastian hold his breath. How she moved with an incredibly sensual motion; shifting from lying down to gently pushing Sebastian as the deep kissing continued. Until she now was the one on top of Sebastian.

The girl simply shook her head slightly. Unwilling to stop her actions, where her outstretched tongue once again found a new target. Sebastian's chest. This instantly caused Sebastian to growl, a mix of slight pain from the genuine ache he felt combined perfectly with the sensation that heightened his arousal.

"You don't like it?"

What did she say? Doesn't like it? Is Fathia joking?

"If you don't like it, I won't continue."

Sebastian half-raised his back. "I like it. Keep going. Everything I have is free for you to touch." He emphasized the word 'have', which ironically brought an unusual grin to Fathia's face.

"Is that so?"

The guy nodded.

"You're not allowed to share if that's the case."

"I'm not a cheap guy who can be touched whenever."

"But you've touched Clara before, right?"

The question made Sebastian freeze for a moment. His eyes scrutinized deeply the girl who seemed out of breath atop him. Her face flushed. Hair still a mess. Not to mention her gaze, which Sebastian couldn't quite figure out where it led.

"You're right." Sebastian adjusted Fathia's sitting position on top of him. He propped her up against his back so they could talk for a moment before continuing the activity Sebastian had been eagerly awaiting. Ah... he felt like a jerk. Although meeting Fathia was his main goal after two days of no news from the girl.

He even lost concentration while leading the Azure Group meeting about the sudden halt of Alef Walker's numerous projects. Rethinking how to get everything back to normal as it used to be. Luckily, the board of directors also got involved to help Azure Group quickly solve the complex issues they faced.

Vino had warned him who knows how many times since Sebastian was daydreaming more often, thinking about where Fathia might be. Anyone in Fathia's flower shop in Beverly Hills felt Sebastian's wrath. All until he pinpointed one person; Jack. Pushed by Sebastian, which probably made the middle-aged man finally reveal Fathia's whereabouts. Without delay, Sebastian followed her the next day. Unmindful that today was supposed to be his wedding day.

Who intended to marry Clara? Him? Of course not. Only a fool would step back into her trap. Sebastian had made a decision about his heart. He wanted only Fathia. No one else. And for that reason, while Fathia was in Beverly Hills, Sebastian visited her main house nearly every day. Meeting with Laras.

He reassured the middle-aged woman of his intentions. His sincerity. Also, the biggest desire of a Sebastian Sachdev – to marry Fathia. Even though many of Laras' reasons were true, especially regarding age. Fathia was still too young, but once again, truly, Sebastian never wanted to stop seeking her approval until Laras finally gave it, with a condition.

"Never make Fathia cry because of you, Sebastian. She's suffered enough. You, who were supposed to protect her, can still be careless. And this time, I don't want any more carelessness." Laras spoke with emphasis, especially the warning she gave to Sebastian.

Just like Ronald gave him a warning. It's okay. No problem. It was heavy, but Sebastian knew he could handle it.

And here he was now, after driving at high speed. Not wanting to waste any more time... it felt right to meet Fathia now. The past two weeks, he was swamped with work. It wasn't just an excuse. Even for lunch, Sebastian chose to spend it in his office.

Now, Fathia was right in front of him. Looking straight into his eyes with her bright brown ones. And... without clothes. He smoothed her long hair, letting it cascade between his fingers, resting against the side of her ear.

"I did sleep with Clara." Feeling Fathia's face suddenly tense, Sebastian quickly supplemented his words. "But only once, Fathia. Seriously. And that was when I felt like I had no hope left for your existence."

Fathia pouted. It's so frustrating to hear those words coming from the guy. The image of that vixen woman being under Sebastian, where Fathia caught them, making them stop the activity, repeated in her mind. Just that alone disgusted her. What if they really... oh God! Fathia closed her eyes briefly. She felt her chest pounding heavily. She chose to move from her position. Rather than letting her anger escalate and her thoughts become more chaotic, Fathia chose to step aside.

"Hey," Sebastian stopped Fathia's movement. "I'm sorry if that's disturbing, but I really have to say it." Even though the girl didn't want to look at him anymore, Sebastian insisted. He pulled the blanket and Fathia's body, enveloping her in his embrace. "Listen to me, can you?"

The girl still seemed unfriendly even though, honestly, what she did to Sebastian had made her heart race.

"I can't deny this. If you're upset and angry, I get it. But you need to know, it was just once, when you were reported missing."

"You lied to me too, though!"

"How did I lie?" Once again, Sebastian tried to lift Fathia's chin so he could force her to meet his gaze. Although she was still resistant, Fathia's demeanor was starting to soften. Now, her bright brown eyes were glistening, staring at Sebastian.

"Today...," Fathia's tears fell. She didn't care if earlier she had acted so brave. When she remembered everything about Sebastian and Clara, it inevitably overwhelmed her. "You're getting married, right?"

Sebastian blinked slowly. "I'm getting married?" This question was his way of confirming what he had just heard. And the answer was received quickly, even though Fathia gave a small nod. "To whom?"

"Can you be serious, seriously?!" Fathia shouted in frustration. She brushed away the hand that had been holding her chin. Her mind was scrambling to gather her intentions, so she could quickly get dressed and promise herself not to get carried away by Sebastian's touch. No. She didn't want it anymore before there was clarity.

"I'm serious, Fathia. Who am I marrying?"

Forget it. Talking to Sebastian was just escalating her emotions. She needed to calm down first before she could continue talking to this annoying guy. She struggled to push him away because Sebastian kept holding her close to him. Not to mention, Sebastian seemed to have no regrets whatsoever. He even grinned mischievously, refusing to fade from his increasingly handsome face, as Fathia felt.

Ah... maybe she was so eager to see him that Fathia forgot; Sebastian's face hadn't changed much?

"If I'm getting married, the bride would be you. Not anyone else."

Fathia stays silent. Her silence gives Sebastian the opportunity to pull the girl back into his embrace.

"Who said I'm getting married today?"

The girl still doesn't want to speak.

"Clara? Well, if she's getting married, that's her business. What's clear is, it's not me as the groom."

"B-but?"

"But what?"

Fathia looks up, searching for sincerity in Sebastian's eyes, which she's now looking at again. Their color always manages to weaken Fathia, rendering her powerless, making her comply with all his desires. But behind all of that, Sebastian is the person closest to her heart. And that gaze holds absolutely no doubt.

"So... you're not getting married today?"

Sebastian shakes his head.

"Clara, the Fox, is marrying who then?"

The guy shrugs. He gently brushes away the furrow between Fathia's brows, which looks confused. "You think too negatively, Fathia. You'll age quickly that way, you know."

Fathia responds to the jest with a scoff. "All this time, I've always asked, but you've never wanted to give a clear answer. No wonder I jumped to conclusions. Who's the one who made me like this?"

Sebastian chuckles lightly. "Alright. I was wrong. I apologize." Slowly, he releases the hold on Fathia for a moment. He extends his pinkie finger right in front of her. Just like when he had promised to come home early for work. To meet the lonely Fathia or to quickly deliver Fathia's latest order. "I promise, next time I'll be more straightforward. So you won't keep thinking weird things."

Fathia pouts. "So, it's true you're not marrying Clara?" Not yet. Fathia isn't satisfied with Sebastian's answer yet. She'll keep asking until her heart feels content.

Annoyed, Sebastian playfully pinches Fathia's cute nose. Making her gasp. In one smooth motion, he captures her open lips in a long kiss. What was momentarily paused is now continued with tenderness. Conveying a feeling and reassuring that what the girl had suspected didn't happen. And indeed, it never did happen.

Sebastian couldn't care less whether that marriage took place or not. Their relationship had ended the moment the woman thought she could manipulate him with words. Rather than dwelling on that, Sebastian prefers to immerse himself in his work that still rests on his shoulders. Paying close attention to how Alef Walker's trial progresses.

And... Fathia.

"I love you, Fathia. It's you I want to marry. Only you," Sebastian says right above Fathia's lips. Ignoring the dampness there from their previous kisses.

"Are you proposing to me again?"

"According to you?"

"You're so annoying!"

Sebastian's laughter finally bursts out. It's met with many little pinches that Fathia directs at Sebastian's flat stomach. It doesn't matter that he occasionally winces in pain. Until... the sound of Fathia's stomach interrupts their play.

"Earlier... lunch got interrupted, huh?" Sebastian asks with a smirk.

"Who pushed me into the room?"

"And who kissed me first?"

Fathia has no shame left.

"Ah... Princess Fathia turns out to be shy, huh. Even though earlier, you were so enthusiastic in front of me. It's almost like you're a different person."

"Sebastian!!!"

As a response to the exclamation Fathia made earlier, Sebastian whispers back as seductively as possible. "But I like it, Fathia. You tease so much. How about we continue after eating?"