Evelyn's p.o.v.
Sebastian rips my mouth away from his shaft and sits upright. There’s a click and I realize I forgot to lock the door. s**t.
“ Sebastian,” a man says. No. Not any man. It was Silas the f*****g Varúlfur. Again.
“Silas....” His voice is tight, tighter than usual, but nothing that would suggest there’s a girl under his desk, who happens to be the foster daughter of the person who is right in front of his eyes.
I put a fist over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my breathing. As if Sebastian knows I’m hyperventilating, he puts a reassuring hand on my head.
Electric current runs through my spine as he keeps talking, while maintaining contact with me at the same time. “What do you want?”
“Whoa, don't be so grumpy did I interrupt you jerking off ?”, Silas chuckled as I
