Sebastian's Obsession

Chapter 18

My phone had been ringing for quite some time now. I am currently doing the laundry and yet Sebastian kept calling me. For whatever reason it is, I don't want to know. He should have known that I was busy.

The two piled-up clothes beneath the laundry machine are yet to be cleaned and my hands are getting numb already. Sebastian is rich yet he wasn't able to buy foldimate laundry. He has a washing machine and a clothes dryer but doesn't have a foldimate. He could have just completed the set all at once.

Sigh.

I was now folding the dry clothes while gradually filling in the laundry machine with a new set of dirty clothes.

It was almost 12:00 noon and I had yet to cook food. Somehow, I feel like after finishing these loads I just wanted to take a nap, never minding the hunger. Because my back is already aching as well as my arms. And what's worse is the fact that I have no helper. I do all the housework alone. Not to mention that Sebastian's penthouse is big, since he owned the whole floor. The space we are residing in isn't the only place I had to clean but the whole 77th floor— two of the units which are empty.

After a few minutes, the dryer stopped making noise. I picked up the newly dried clothes and loaded the dryer again with a new set of wet clothes—though it was done automatically. It was still tiring. Either manual or automatic, work is work. And in my 21 years of existence, this is the first time I have washed tons of clothes— which isn't mine. To clean something that isn't yours is quite tiring. As opposed to when it was mine.

I wiped the sweat that was falling on my face. Even though the laundry room was air-conditioned, it still felt hot. And as I folded the clothes, my phone didn't stop ringing. I merely responded out of frustration. Sebastian seemed to have no intention of stopping until I was able to respond to his call.

"What now?" I mustered.

“What took you so long to answer?"

“I'm doing the laundry, Montenegro. I'm busy." I unconsciously rolled my eyes in annoyance. Does he think I'm just chilling here? How naive!

“Can you please bring me the folder...the black one. It's in my room. I need it right now," he commanded. I was about to object but he immediately ended the call. Like he's not giving me any option but to oblige. Oh well, what else could I do? Aside from following his demands, there is nothing.

So, even though I wasn't done with what I was doing, I stopped it first. I decided to take a quick shower because I was looking drenched and unkempt.

I put on a really plain outfit. I'm dressed simply in black slacks and a white crop top, paired with black leather ankle boots. I won't be there for too long, anyway, so I won't need to dress up. I then applied a touch of blush to my pale cheeks to provide some color. My complexion has been becoming whiter in recent days. As if I were already a vampire. Perhaps it's because I haven't left the house in a week.

The Crimson Empire is quite far from where Sebastian is residing. It would most likely take 40 minutes to one hour before arriving there. But I have no choice.

I instantly slid into my car after I reached the parking area, put the folder in the shotgun seat, wore my seatbelt, and turned on the engine.

As expected, I was caught up in a traffic jam. Afternoon is usually crowded in Canais. Perhaps, because it is lunch.

I waited patiently for the signal light to turn green. After it reached down to zero and the go signal was activated. I speed up my car and go along with the race. Pacing up through little spaces and finding ways to pass through any vehicles ahead. Each of us exchanges whistles until I reach the upper space. A lot of cars were trailing behind but I did not let anyone overtake me. I chuckle as some cars tried their luck to pass through but failed.

It was exactly 12:54 when I arrived at the company. I barely greeted the guard and just went into my primary purpose. With the black folder in my hand, I pressed the elevator.

Sebastian had never left things that were very crucial to his day. Besides, he has a secretary to get the folder if he wants to. Yet, he opts to play with me again. Sebastian loves to annoy me. An objective that is too obvious to ignore.

I blew a good amount of air before knocking on the door of his office. It's already lunchtime and I'm wondering if he's inside or if he has taken his lunch somewhere outside. I was pondering on things when the door was sprung open. And his gorgeous secretary welcomes me.

“What took you so long?” Sebastian exclaimed.

There was no hint of kindness in his tone. As though it was my fault that I came here late. If only he hadn't left it, there would have been no problem. Why must I take the blame though? He should be accountable for his carelessness and not me.

“You should be thankful I delivered this to you!” I smacked the folder on his table. Riding along with his temperament. If he's not happy because I'm late, neither do I.

Sebastian is so ungrateful. He didn't even ask me if I had eaten before coming here or even just a decent question. Rather, he is taunting me— his very forte.

“Next time don't be too sloppy.”

I turned my back from him, ready to take my leave, when my stomach suddenly grumbled. Of all the time, why now? Dang, even my stomach betrays me.

“You have not eaten lunch yet?” he asked, probably faking his concern.

I simply shrugged my shoulders and walked out the door, leaving his queries unanswered. Whether or not I've eaten my lunch. I'm convinced he wouldn't feed me either. It's more likely that he'll just lecture and badger me.

I took a leisurely stroll back to the elevator. Unfortunately, I was abruptly interrupted in the middle of my journey when someone grabbed my wrist, prompting me to pause.

My brows furrowed as I turned around. Right now, I'm not in the mood to fight. So please pardon me if I cave to any pressure.

"It's already two o'clock and you haven't eaten yet?" he said, his expression becoming icy. It exudes a power of dominion and control. As if he is concerned about me. And he is not amused by me skipping lunch.

"You're overacting. Montenegro. It's only 1:12." I rolled my eyes, trying to release my wrist from his gigantic hand.

"You should have eaten before coming here," he added, disregarding my point.

Is he a dimwit? Just earlier he was angry because I was late. And now he is enraged because I didn't eat anything before getting here. If I ate, I would be even more late. It was still a wonder to me how Sebastian got up this high with a mind like that.

"You were unhappy previously because I was late due to traffic, and you might explode if I ate and take too long to get here."

He has free reign over my time, so he can say whatever he wants. When I disobey, if I am not insulted, I am subjected to incessant lectures.

Sebastian dragged me back to his office without saying anything. I didn't complain and merely went in the flow, bewildered. Protesting is also exhausting. Sebastian will still be the one to follow in the end. It's no use and certainly just a waste of time and effort.

"Bring me some food here. The same order...make it fast."

Sebastian's face was serious while talking on the phone. Who that person was on the other end, I don’t know. I just sat on the sofa as I yawned continuously. The lids of my eyes seemed to fall off any minute. I tried to fight my sleepiness but I really couldn't.

"Don't sleep yet," he added, "have your lunch first, then sleep."

I'm not sure how I managed to handle my tiredness earlier. As I was still able to eat my food before collapsing. Perhaps it was because the king's edict was so strict that I followed it. As I peered across the room, I gripped the lovely cushion. I never imagined Sebastian would have space in his workplace as well. I'm curious as to how many women he's slept with here. Perhaps he designed this chamber to provide his staff convenient access. That if he wants to have a good time, he can have s*x with them right away. The thought of it somehow bothered me. Sebastian rocking another woman's hole is something I couldn't imagine. But I know he has an active s*x life and pleasure is nothing new to him.

I'm almost 22 years old, yet I've never had s*x. That's something I'd like to do as well. And what sort of emotions should one have while doing so? Monica, on the other hand, believes that I should marry before having s*x. The religious sect's beliefs and virtues might be overbearing at times. This tends to tempt you to make a blunder. The temptation grows as the number of commandments increases. The more they correct you, the more you long for mistakes. In the essence of doing right, people often seek the wrong one. As I gently got out of bed, I brushed aside all my thoughts, worldly ideas, and green imagination. This isn't the perfect time for that.

My gaze was drawn to the wall clock, which revealed that it was nearly 6 p.m. A sudden realization struck me, enabling me to panic. I was appalled by the idea of Sebastian leaving me here. What if there's a ghost? My hands turned cold as sweat streamed on my face. But when the door opened and Sebastian walked through it, my racing heart rate calmed down.

"What happened to you?"