Page 110 of Drawn Together

CHAPTER 30MARFIL

I woke up with a smile on my face. I had so many reasons to be unhappy, but Sebastian Moore eclipsed them all. I had always heard that being in love made you see the world through rose-colored lenses. Well, I didn’t exactly have a filter over my eyes, but I was happy. The night before, even though we hadn’t taken things any further, had been super special. Sitting together to watch a movie, like a couple, had made me start to feel hopeful, so much so that the night’s events carried into my dreams, which had been filled with scenes of us together. Unfortunately for me, I’d woken up just when things were getting interesting, and my body was left wanting more.

Sebastian was prone to change his mind according to the direction of the wind, but I wasn’t going to fall for his misdirection this time. I showered quickly, with only one idea in mind: I wanted to sleep with him.

The situation my father had placed me in with Marcus made me realize that I couldn’t go on living under the premise that what Alejandro Cortés believed was correct. I was twenty years old. I was an independent woman. I could listen to my mind and body and stop waiting… for what? It was ridiculous.

I silenced the voice that told me my father would kill me, and I walked out of my room naked, covered only in a white towel.

Sebastian was on the phone, and it took me a few seconds to realize he was fighting with someone. When he saw me, threeseparate emotions seemed to cross his face. The first, surprise; the second, fear; the third, anger.

“What the hell are you doing?” he said in place of his usualgood morning.

What a slap in the face.

“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, and then walked toward me, his eyes black with rage. “Go into your room right now and put some clothes on,” he hissed.

Well, I definitely hadn’t achieved the desired effect.

“What’s wrong with you, Sebastian?”

“Get dressed, Marfil, or you’ll be late for class,” he said, his eyes communicating urgency.

I felt ridiculous and humiliated as I turned around and went into my bedroom.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

I put on my leggings and my favorite black sweatshirt and left my room, steaming mad. It was true that Sebastian had never been one to easily fall victim to my charms, but did he have to be so rude?

I shot him a curt glance when I walked out and found him seated, waiting for me.

“Are you going for a run instead of class?” he asked, now in a normal, cordial, yet still cold tone.

“That’s my plan, yes,” I answered, crossing my arms and facing him. “And what’s yours? Are you going to keep on treating me like this? Aren’t you exhausted from all these mood swings?”

“Not now, Marfil,” he said, staring fixedly at me.

I frowned, my anger reaching new heights. Sebastian stood up and walked past me, forcing me to follow him. He stopped and leaned against the wall, looking as serious as I’d ever seen him.

“Why do you have to be like this, Sebastian?” I said, hurt. “I never know what to expect from you. One day you kiss me,and the next day you ignore me! I’m so sick of it! I’m sick of sounding like a broken record.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Yesterday you took off my dress, and today you’re upset that I came out wrapped in a towel?” I continued, raising my voice. “Am I a fucking plaything to you?”

“Of course you’re not,” he said very quietly, barely moving his lips.

“Well, it seems like it,” I answered, hating his attitude. “Last night I asked you to sleep with me, and you just took off with a single-syllable response.”

“I had something to do.”

“What?”

He didn’t answer, he simply observed me. It was all so ridiculous! I needed to get out of there.

“Where’s Rico?” I asked.

“I took him out earlier. He’s sleeping.”