Page 85 of Till Forever Falls Apart
“I can imagine.”
“My parents didn’t really have much growing up, and I used to get into so much trouble with Jamie on the streets. The number of times we got arrested … Then we started the ‘business’, and I helped to grow what it is now.”
We sat there for a moment in silence before I spoke. “Do you ever wish your life were different?”
“I’ve never really thought about it, to be honest. I guess if Jason hadn’t started it, I probably would have ended up in prison. I mean, now, I don’t have to worry about the police and all that, because as long as they get money, they don’t care what we do.”
“I don’t think you would have ended up in prison. I think you would have made something of yourself. You seem the type of person who would go out and get it.”
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest.
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”
32
Aria
Present
Callum dropped me off at home after dinner, and as I crept through the front door, I was filled with the emptiness of the pitch-black foyer of the house. This place was starting to feel abandoned these days.
I let out a contented sigh as I slipped my heels off. My feet did not appreciate these today. As I made my way through, I noticed a dim light coming from underneath the door to Sebastian’s office.
“Sebastian?” I said, pushing the door open.
Sebastian sat in the chair at his desk. His black shirt had a few buttons undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The tattoos on his arms twitched as his muscles tensed. His hair wasn’t neatly combed back but messy, strands in all directions. “Why are you sitting in here?” I asked.
“Where have you been?” he questioned, looking at his amber liquid in the glass.
The bottle sat half empty next to it, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d had all that tonight. I screwed my face up at him. Why did he care where I’d been? He was never home anyway. “Out.”
“Out where, Aria?” he pushed, his tone a little firmer.
It was none of his business. He never told me anything, so why should I offer him that courtesy?
“Oh.” I stepped forward and reached his desk, leaning against it as I crossed my arms. “So you’re the only one who can go out and not come home till stupid o’clock?”
He slammed the glass on the desk, causing my breath to catch, then he rose from the chair and towered over me. “Where the fuck were you?”
“Out,” I snapped.
He took hold of my chin with his hand and guided my face to meet his eyes. That blue flame flickered through. “Last time I’m going to ask you.”
I swatted his hand away. “What’s your problem? Am I not allowed to go out?”
“It’s not the fact you went out, it’s who you were with,” he said through gritted teeth.
I looked at him, swallowing hard. How did he know?
“I … I …”
“Shall I tell you where you were, as you can’t seem to get your words out?”
I pushed his chest. “Asshole.” I went to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist to pull me flush to him.
My breathing became heavy, that heat between my legs burning through my body like hot lava filled with desire. His cock hardened from our bodies touching, and I couldn’t help but feel weak at the knees.
“You don’t get to walk away until you tell me where you’ve been.”
