Falling in Lust with the Enemy

Alone with the enemy

Scarlett's Pov

The entire hall turned into complete chaos as soon as I made the announcement, with the flash of cameras, and murmuring becoming a hundred times more intense.

I turned to Sebastian, expecting to see a look of surprise or confusion on his face, but instead, I found that same amused look he had worn earlier, almost like he was in on a joke that no one else understood.

His gray eyes met mine, and there was a hint of something there—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe just a hint of admiration, which would be weird considering that he was Sebastian, the man who couldn't stand me.

Before I could say anything, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes, please,” I breathed out, the words coming out of my lips before I could even think.

He wasted no time, and in one swift movement he shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over my shoulders, wrapped his arm around me, and guided me through the crowd and out of the hall with a confidence that was almost admirable.

The reporters, still eager for more details, swarmed around us, but Sebastian continued to hold me close as he barked orders at the reporters to keep their distance.

The security team quickly caught on and formed a protective circle around us while they pushed back the eager crowd.

We finally made it outside, and Sebastian led me to his car, a red sports car that was very on brand for him. He opened the passenger door for me, his hand gently guiding me inside before he walked around to the driver’s side and slid in next to me.

Now settled inside the car, there was nothing but silence between us, and the reality of what I had just done hit me at once.

I half-expected Sebastian to turn to me, demand an explanation, and question why I had dragged him into my mess, but surprisingly, he didn’t. Instead, he simply started the car, the engine purring to life as he glanced over at me.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, his tone casual, as if we were just two friends deciding where to have dinner.

I blinked, caught off guard by his lack of reaction. I had expected anger, or at the very least, a demand for answers, but there was none of that in his voice. Just a calm curiosity that left me feeling both relieved and slightly nervous.

“I need to go somewhere they can’t find me,” I said, my voice low. “Just a few hours to myself to clear my head and maybe figure out how to clean up the mess I’ve made.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Not to be negative, but I’m not sure a few hours will be enough to come up with a way to clean up a cheating scandal you admitted to and provided evidence for.”

I turned to look at him, my eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you mocking me?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a smile playing on his lips. “I’m just being realistic. You’ve made quite a statement tonight, Scarlett, and it’s going to take more than a few hours to sort it all out.”

He wasn’t wrong. I had just announced my divorce in front of some of the most powerful people in the industry, declared that I was in love with a man that everyone believed I couldn't stand, and painted a target on my own back for the media to feast on for the next few weeks, or perhaps, months, depending on how I handle things.

“Just take me anywhere they won’t find me, Sebastian,” I muttered, feeling exhaustion.

Sebastian didn’t say a word. Instead, he nodded in that infuriatingly calm way of his, pressed down on the accelerator, and the car responded immediately, moving forward with a low growl.

We drove for what felt like forever, and I leaned back in the seat, letting my eyes close for a while. When I finally opened them again, I realized we were passing through a gate I didn’t recognize.

“Where are we?” I asked, immediately sitting up straight.

Sebastian glanced over at me, his expression unreadable. “My place,” he replied casually, as if that explained everything.

My frown deepened. “I thought I asked you to take me somewhere the reporters wouldn’t know about.”

“That’s exactly why I brought you here,” he said, pulling the car through the gates. “No one knows about this place. It’s completely off the radar, and no one would imagine you’d be here, especially with me.”

His words made sense, but that didn’t stop me from being slightly paranoid. I stared at him, trying to read the expression on his face, but he remained as composed as ever, his eyes focused on the road.

“Are you trying to lure me to my death, Sinclair?” I asked, half-joking, half-serious, as I turned to him with a suspicious glare.

I wouldn't put it past him completely, since he and I had a history of resorting to violence to get our way.

He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. “Killing you isn’t on my to-do list just yet, Scarlett,” he said with a smirk, pulling the car to a stop in front of the house.

He turned off the engine, and the sudden silence that followed was almost deafening.

I narrowed my eyes at him, still unsure if I should trust him, but then again, I had just publicly declared him to be my lover in front of half the industry’s elite, so what did I really have to lose at this point?

Maybe my life, but that seemed like a small price to pay for a few hours of peace and some time away from the reporters and my father.

“Fine,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and pushing open the car door. “Let’s see what kind of hideaway you’ve got here.”

Sebastian stepped out of the car and walked around to meet me as I climbed out of the car. He didn’t say anything and just nodded toward the front door, which opened automatically as we approached.

The inside of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, with clean lines, minimalist design, and floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a stunning view of the landscape. It also felt dark and cold, which, in my opinion, suited Sebastian perfectly—calculated, controlled, and with no room for weakness. Characteristics I could relate to.

“Do you want a drink?” Sebastian asked, his voice pulling me from my thoughts.

“Absolutely,” I replied without hesitation. “I’ll take a whole bottle of red wine.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “A whole bottle, huh? Do you want to pass out?”

“You could say that,” I sighed before glancing down at my feet. The ache from wearing heels all evening was starting to become unbearable. “Do you have any comfortable slippers I could borrow? My feet are killing me.”

Sebastian chuckled softly. “Give me a minute.” He pointed to the sofa. “You can make yourself comfortable; I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, did as he suggested, pulled off his jacket that I had been wearing, and kicked off my heels.

A few minutes later, Sebastian returned, carrying a pair of indoor slippers in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, along with two wine glasses. He handed me the slippers first, and I happily took them from him.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling up at him.

He nodded, placing the wine and glasses on the coffee table, and with ease, he uncorked the bottle, pouring a generous amount into each glass before handing one to me.

He took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, relaxing into it as he lifted his glass to his lips.

I took a sip of the wine, immediately feeling relaxed. We sat in silence for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts as the wine slowly disappeared. The bottle was already halfway empty when Sebastian finally spoke up.

“So,” he began, his tone casual. “About that kiss earlier…”

I looked at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “What about it?”

“I definitely didn’t see it coming,” he admitted, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of amusement. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I was just… surprised.”

I chuckled, swirling the wine in my glass. “Trust me, I didn’t plan it either. I was simply acting on instinct, and I also didn’t expect you to kiss me back. You even used your tongue, Sinclair. That was bold.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s not every day you get a kiss from the Scarlett Montgomery. I had to take my chance while I had it.”

His words caught me off guard a little, and I found myself laughing wholeheartedly. I took another sip of my wine, and the warmth of the alcohol made me feel a little bolder and more reckless.

Without thinking, the words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“It was a great kiss, though. Probably the best one I’ve had in a while.”

I half-expected him to give me a strange look or to make some sarcastic remark to dismiss me, but instead, he chuckled, seemingly unfazed.

Seeing that he wasn’t put off, I felt a rush of impulsiveness, the kind that only seemed to come out after a few glasses of wine, and I leaned back against the sofa, letting the words come out of my mouth before I could second-guess them.

“Do you want to do it again?”