Page 13 of Till Forever Falls Apart
“It confirms something I wasn’t sure of before I met you. Sixty-forty, your favour.”
I paused for a beat, looking him over to make him sweat, then I shifted in my chair.
“I’ll agree to it,” I told him.
He clapped his hands together as a smile spread on his face. “Now that business is over with. Why don’t you stay for lunch? The chef is making lobster.”
“Thank you for the offer, but we have prior engagements.”
“Very well, Sebastian. I’ll be in touch to arrange the first shipment.”
I gave him a curt nod, and we all stood to shake hands. Marco led Hayden and me back out through the house to the car, said his goodbyes, and left. We got in, and I started the engine.
“I have to admit, you handled that pretty well,” Hayden said.
“Look, you don’t need to worry about me. Being back in doesn’t mean I’m going back to that man as well. He’s gone. I’ve got too much to lose now. I wouldn’t risk it.”
He looked over at me. “I really hope so, mate.”
5
Aria
“Sebastian?”
“Yeah?” he replied, glued to his phone.
“What time’s the flight?”
“Erm, I’m not sure.” He didn’t even look up at me.
I screwed up my face, wondering if I’d heard him right. This man was controlled, organised, and attentive to details. He was never late to anything. He knew his day down to the last second.
“Ok, give me that phone.” I plucked it from his hand.
He let out a huff. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve spent more time on that this weekend than normal. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. It’s just work.” He stood, snatched it back and placed it in his pocket. “We need to leave in three hours. The flight’s at 2:30 p.m.”
Crossing my arms, I glared at him. “Oh, so you were listening, you just couldn’t be bothered to talk to me properly.”
“Nyx,” he said sweetly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush to him. “You know I listen to everything you say to me.” He kissed me softly, then gazed into my eyes.
I tried to stop the smile curling on my lips, but I couldn’t help it with the way he was looking at me.
“There’s that beautiful smile,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What are we going to do for our final few hours?”
“There’s a lot I can do to you in three hours.” He smirked, then started kissing my neck.
“Sebastian.” I giggled from the feel of his stubble tickling me.
His phone started to ring, and he let out a small groan and pulled it from his pocket.
“I need to take this. It’s work.”
