Chapter 8
1432 Words
6:00 a.m
Sebastian’s P.O.V
I wipe the sweat off my face as I continue hitting the punching bag. Since that night, I've been trying to get that stupid kiss out of my head. To get Elena Moretti out of my mind, well, soon to be Elena Russo.
Why the hell did I kiss her? What the f**k was I thinking? And that’s the problem. I wasn’t f*****g thinking, that’s the only explanation for what happened. I haven’t spoken to her since that night. When I drove her back to her apartment, she whispered goodnight and practically ran out of the car.
I don’t know much, but a part of me thought she liked the kiss. She couldn’t let go of me, and when I bit her soft pink lips, she moaned. She f*****g moaned. And that did it for me. I kissed her deeper, sucking her tongue in my mouth and—f**k. I hit the punching bag one more time and look down, seeing my erection spring forth.
“f**k” I murmur, running a hand down my face. This is how it’s been since that night. I think about her soft lips and my c**k gets hard, picturing her on her knees for me, her soft lips around my c**k, sucking the life out of me and——
My phone rings, bringing me out of my forbidden fantasy, and I answer it on the next ring, hearing Marco’s voice on the other line.
“Morning, boss,” he says.
“Marco,” I reply, shutting the gym door and making my way back to my bedroom.
“Just wanted to remind you, boss, that the dress fitting is today.”
“f**k,” I curse under my breath. “That’s today?” I ask annoyedly, running my hand through my hair, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, boss.”
“Okay, wait for my call,” I tell him, then end the call.
I exhale slowly, dragging a hand down my face.
I guess it’s time I stopped avoiding my fiancé.
;) 🖤 ;)
10:00 a.m
I enter the car, as Marco shuts the door, rushing to the driver’s seat to start the car. “She's at the office, boss. Moretti Holdings.”
I quickly send a text. “Go there.”
“Yes, boss,” he says, nodding.
;) 🖤 ;)
The car pulls to a stop, and I look up at the company’s name in big bold letters. Marco appears at my side, opening the door, and I step out and walk into the building, Marco following behind me. Everyone stares as I walk by, nobody daring to stop me as I move farther into the room. I push the button to the elevator, clicking the button on the top floor to the CEO’s Office.
I step out onto the top floor, and a woman seated behind a sleek desk stands up immediately, clearly caught off guard by my presence.
“Can I help you?” she asks, clearing her throat.
“I’m here for Elena Moretti.”
Her expression shifts, and I see the moment where she realizes who I am.
“Miss Moretti is currently in a meeting,” she says, carefully. “If you’d like, I can ask if she’s available—”
“I don’t need permission to see my wife,” I say, my anger brewing slowly. The thought comes abruptly. Wife? I don’t react to it, I don’t let it show, but the thought lingers for a second too long.
A part of me doesn’t seem opposed to saying she’s my wife. I push that thought aside.
“Where’s the boardroom?” I ask instead, checking the time on my watch.
She hesitates for a second before pointing down the hall. “The second door on the left.”
I walk past her, and the closer I get, the louder the voices become. I slow, just before the door, listening in.
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“With all due respect, Miss Moretti, this company requires experience—” a voice speaks up, from the bass of the voice, it sounds like a man.
“I understand that, but—” Elena tries to speak but she gets cut off by a female voice.
“You can’t possibly expect us to just hand over control—”
“I am the sole heir of this company—” she tries again, but she gets cut off again.
“This isn’t a position you grow into; it requires a lot of hard work—” another voice cuts in.
She’s trying to hold her ground, but they’re talking over her, interrogating her, like she’s a child, like she’s nothing. Something in my shifts, something dark, and anger like I've never felt before roars through me. I don’t knock, I push the door open, and the room falls silent, every head turns to my direction.
“Elena,” I say, my voice cutting through the tension and my eyes finding her.
She looks—cornered, exhausted, and that alone is enough. A chair scrapes loudly as someone stands.
“Mr. Russo—”
“I’d appreciate it,” I say, stepping further into the room, my gaze shifting across each of them, my anger shining through. “If you didn’t speak to my wife like that.”
The words come out easier this time. “And I’d advise you to remember who you’re addressing before you ever decide to question her authority again,” I say, my voice calm, as I walk further into the room and stop beside her chair at the head of the table.
No one speaks, no one moves. Each of them understands what I’m not saying.
Elena is the first to speak up, clearing her throat. “Sebastian, A word outside?” She asks, already moving towards the door of the boardroom and walking out.
“What are you doing here?” she snaps, folding her hands furiously over her chest.
“We have an appointment at noon,” I say, checking the time on my watch. “Did you forget?”
“What are you talking about?” she asks.
“I sent you a text. We have your dress fitting appointment in thirty minutes,” I say, watching as she starts to remember.
“Oh s**t. I completely forgot about that,” she says, running her hands through her hair.
“Let’s go,” I say, already turning in the direction of the elevator.
“What? Now? We can’t leave now, everyone is still there waiting for me.”
“Do you really want to go back there? They’re playing down your intelligence all in the name of ‘getting to know you’. Are you sure you want to go back there?” I ask, looking into her eyes.
She shakes her head.
“Exactly,” I say quietly. And for a second, she just stands there, looking confused and unsure, like she’s caught between two worlds. Responsibility and escape.
“Come on,” I add, softer this time.
She hesitates, but for only a moment, then she goes back into the boardroom and reappears with her bag. I don’t miss the way her shoulders are still slightly tense as she walks toward me.
I press the elevator doors open, and the doors slide open almost immediately, and we step inside.
Silence settles between us as the doors close, then she exhales slowly, leaning back against the wall, her shoulders slumping.
“I can’t believe I forgot,” she mutters.
“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” I reply, still facing forward.
Her lips press together slightly at that. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“Do what?”I say, glancing at her.
“Come in there like that, defending me.” She pauses, “They’re just…doing their job.”
“They were undermining you,” I say simply, adjusting my suit.
She looks away from me. “They don’t think I can do this.”
“They don’t know you,” I replied.
That makes her look back at me. “And you do?” she asks, quietly.
I hold her gaze. “I know enough.”
Something flickers in her expression, uncertainty? Curiosity? Or something else entirely, something I don't understand.
The elevator dings, the doors slide open, and I step out first, glancing back at her. “Let’s go, Elena.”
She hesitates again, but this time, she’s less resistant. Then she steps out, following me out of the office.
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