A Hot Minute
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Chapter 6
“A Hot Minute”
POV
Sebastian is drunk and stumbling. I’ve never seen him like this before. The girl is a tall brunette with dark brown eyes. They head towards his room.
I follow them out of curiosity and listen to them. Until I hear a dark, terrifying growl.
The door opens a crack, and Sebastian looks at me with his wolf’s black eyes.
I feel a strange pull and reach forward and try to touch his face. He growls and slams the door.
I look down and see the shadow of two feet.
‘He is still mad you want Josh over him. You hurt him and his wolf Cassy,’ Cush says in my head.
“Doesn’t excuse him bringing home another girl, Cush.”
“Cassy, it’s your turn.” I hear Ethan say, and I head back to resume our game of chess.
“This is the part you talked about? The girls and the partying?” I ask Ethan.
“Sebastian works either too much or parties too hard. He’s a control freak. You’re a threat to him. He sees the mate bond as a form of control. He wants you, but he thinks if he gives in. He’s giving away his control and power.”
“Do you know the girl?”
“Yes, he’s brought home Sophia before. She’s one of the girls that isn’t afraid of him. I think if you hadn’t come along, she would have been the one he would marry down the road, but that’s a very long road.”
“What do I do now?” I ask.
“Olivia waited 20 years for me to calm down. It was after my father had died. Now you have to wait for Sebastian.”
I head to the kitchen after our game and search through the fridge for a snack.
“Are you okay, Cassy?” Josh comes into the kitchen and kisses my cheek.
“Yes, and No.” I say, “Better that you’re here.” I smile.
“Your eyes are a gold color. That singles a white wolf or a golden wolf. Do you have either of those in your bloodline?” Josh asks.
“No, I don’t know much about my family. Mom and Dad don’t talk about it.”
Josh and I have been having small intimate moments with Elsa away visiting family.
He grabs my chin and leans into me and kisses me gently. He smells of his fancy cologne and tastes like chocolate.
‘Your making a big mistake with Sebastian home, Cass,’ Cush warns.
I ignore Cush, like I have all week when it comes to things with Josh.
We almost fall into the fridge when he slides a hand around my waist and pulls me forward and then plops me on the counter.
He is super tall and huge compared to me. He leans over the counter and runs his hands through my hair.
“Tell me you wish it was only you and me.” He says.
Then lifts my dress and slides his hand against my panties.
“I wish we could run away and live happily ever after.” I giggle kissing his ear.
“Tell me more.” He smiles.
‘Shhhhh, Cass!’ Cush warns again.
“We would have a football team of kids and live in a cute cottage by the ocean.”
“We could leave today and never come back.” He teases.
I pull him closer and rub my hands over his muscular butt.
When I hear a familiar growl.
We both freeze.
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you!’ Cush whispers.
Sebastian walks in the kitchen. His eyes are so dark, it feels like their darkness could swallow me whole.
He grabs Josh by the throat and tosses him out of the kitchen.
I start to tremble. Is he going to hurt me? Is this it?
‘No, you i***t, he’s our mate!’ Cush laughs.
He smells my dress and rips it off in disgust, then he picks me up and takes me down to my room downstairs and locks the door.
He places me on the bed and snuggles into me and falls asleep.
Really not what I expected.
I wake up to him watching me intensely.
He rubs his thumb across my lips and leans in and kisses me. I feel his scent pulling me in, and I pull him closer, wanting more of him. He pulls away with a raised brow. Then heads to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
Maybe he’s not a psychopath; maybe he’s just a narcissist?
‘Or maybe you're the Narcissist Cass?’ Cush teases.
He left the bathroom door open. I see the steam from the shower and get curious.
I take small steps, like a thief in the night. Then peeked in; he didn’t even close the shower curtain.
He’s standing in a hot shower like a men’s shampoo commercial. A really hot shampoo commercial that you find yourself needing a cold shower after watching.
I step through the door, watching the water drip down his chest and the steam coming off him.
Moon goddess, what are you doing to me?
‘Attracting you to your proper mate!’ Cush explains.
I step closer, and he opens his eyes and looks at me.
Those gorgeous baby blues will be the death of me.
‘I wouldn’t doubt it.’ Cush says.
I’m three feet away when he reaches out and pulls me in with him.
He crushes his mouth on mine and slides off my soaking pyjamas top.
You never see that s**t in the movies.
He runs his hands over my chest and kisses me the way a man should. Hot and heavy, like every girl’s hot and steamy dream.
For a hot minute I wonder if I’m planning to run away with the wrong man.
‘Your are!’
Then, just like that, he steps out and leaves the room. Naked.
I stand in the shower for a good hour. A part of me hopes he might come back, and the other part of me doesn’t want to deal with his houseguest.
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