Page 180 of No Need to Run
I love everything she did.
That should bother me.
But it doesn’t.
I glance out the window and sigh. I also like the curtains. They make the place seem... homey.
My eyes meet Sebastian’s when I turn my head. He’s smirking, amusement dancing in his eyes.
It pisses me off.
I scratch my cheek, giving him the middle finger.
He chuckles and keeps eating, completely unbothered.
He’s enjoying this.
I gave him a lot of shit when Ivy first began stalking him.
My torment only worsened after they got married.
It was too easy.
And now... It’s coming back on me.
“Are you finished eating?” Violet asks.
“Oh... yeah.” I slide the empty plate away.
“You should put up the TV,” Ivy says.
“Great idea. Ivy and I can take care of cleaning up and putting leftovers away.”
Ivy nods. “Absolutely.”
Violet waves her hand in a shooing motion. “Go. We’ve got this.”
I meet Sebastian’s eyes, already knowing I’m in for it.
Fuck.
Wonder if I can fake being sick so I don’t have to deal with him?
I get up from the table like I’m walking into a trap.
Sebastian comes up behind me and slaps me on the shoulder.
“Now you can tell me all about…” His gaze moves to the kitchen, then back to me. “Your non-stalker girlfriend who just bought you a TV.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I say through gritted teeth.
His laugh reminds me of Skeletor.
“What is she then? Your emotional support stalker?”
I glare at him, shrugging his hand off. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”
He grabs the level, a drill I’ve never seen before, and the mount.
