One Night Stand With A Jerk

Stood Up To Rosalie

POV: Zoey

We ended up passing the night together in his office. We both curled up on the couch, finding comfort in each other’s arms. The next morning, as I sat beside Sebastian on the couch, I found my thoughts drifting back to the contract. He was scrolling through his phone, absorbed in whatever was on the screen, the atmosphere of the room is relaxing. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the perfect moment to discuss our contract openly. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s time I let him know about my worries.

“Sebastian?” I began, trying to sound casual. He looked up, his brow furrowing.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to talk about our… arrangement.” Saying the words immediately filled me with butterflies. I had signed the contract, but what did it really mean?

Mentioning the contract was all it took to get his attention. He set his phone down, giving me his full attention.

“What about it?” he asks curiously.

“I’m okay with things being physical, but I want to know more about your expectations. I want to understand what being in this relationship with you will look like. Am I going to regret my decision?” I asked him.

“Of course you’ll regret it, sugar. You just signed a contract to get into a relationship with a s*x starved maniac. What were you thinking?” he asked me, making me chuckle at the thought of that. He watched me chuckle for a few seconds, his smile plastered on his face as he looked at me. His gaze turned serious.

“I won’t lie, Zee, this is an uncharted waters for even me. There’s an element of ownership in this, but trust me it’s not just about s*x for me. I want someone I can rely on, someone who makes my life better. I want to provide for you, take care of you always.” He told me, looking into my eyes.

“I look at you and all I see is vulnerability and innocence. I want to shield you from the harsh world outside, I want you to depend on me now and always.” He told me sincerely. I bit my lip, processing his confession.

“I feel the same way. I want a partnership that is beneficial for both of us… and for Jason. He is my first priority.” I told him. He smiled, a warmth lighting up his features.

“You’re not just a means to an end for me, Zoey. I’m in this because I care about you and Jason. I will take care of him like my own brother. You have my word,” The sincerity in his voice made my heart swell. I nodded, feeling encouraged.

“Then I’m willing to try. I just need to know that you won’t succumb to pressure from anyone else. You understand my family means everything to me.”

“Trust me. I do,” he said firmly. “And I’ll always keep you both safe.” A wave of relief washed over me. Maybe this would work after all. But Rosalie still lingered in the back of my mind, her biting remarks echoing around like a haunting melody that wouldn’t fade.

As days turned into weeks, I felt my connection with Sebastian deepening. We would have quiet dinners, stolen kisses, and deep conversations about everything from our pasts to our dreams. He made me see a future that felt bright and hopeful. But I still struggled with the fact that Rosalie would continue to sabotage my progress.

One day, after a particularly lovely date, we returned to his home, and I sensed the mood had shifted. Rosalie was there, lounging on the couch, flip-flopping her hair and adjusting her dress. Her presence was like a storm cloud.

“Look who decided to show up,” she drawled, eyeing me with disdain.

“I hope you didn’t wear him out too much, Zoey.” She hissed.

“Just the right amount,” I shot back, my own confidence sparking a little. Sebastian’s eyes darted between us, a hint of exasperation etched on his face. He’s been hearing us make these passive aggressive passes at each other and it’s obvious that he’s not finding it funny anymore.

“Can you both stop? This isn’t high school." He snapped,

“Sorry, I just can’t help it,” Rosalie replied, unfazed. “But you should know that I’m here for Sebastian no matter what. Perhaps you should figure out your own place in his life.”I took a deep breath, focusing on my resolve.

“Sebastian knows where I stand. He made his choice.” I let out proudly.

“I’m his grandfathers choice for him, and Gramps always wins. Didn’t you tell her, Sebastian?” she asked him, smiling mischievously. I felt hurt by her open flirting and mean words. If I’m being honest, I’ll admit that I’m a bit worried about her decision to stay here despite the fact that Sebastian isn’t interested in her. He spends all his time with me, and yet she still lurks around like a bee, flirting with him. His gaze met mine, and I could see the determination in his eyes.

“You know better than anyone that I don’t get easily swayed by anyone, Rosalie. Gramps may have a soft spot for you, but I chose Zoey,” he stated firmly, making it clear to Rosalie that he was done with the games. In that moment, I felt empowered, more than I had in a long time. This was more than just a contract, it was a partnership built on trust and strength. As Rosalie stormed off, I could feel Sebastian’s warmth beside me, grounding me.

“You handled that well,” he said proudly, smiling warmly at me.

“I had to, she was getting on my nerves.” I replied, grinning. “I can’t let her intimidate me anymore.” He pulled me close, and I savored the moment, the warmth of his body next to mine amidst the chaos.

“Don’t listen to anything she says, I won’t let you down, Zoey. Together, we’ll face whatever comes our way.” he assured me. I nodded, feeling empowered by his words. He kissed me passionately, sealing his promise in a passionate moment of pleasure.

My heart kept pounding in my chest as Sebastian’s intense gaze locked onto mine. There was something about the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the room, the only person in the world. His dark eyes smouldered with a mix of desire and admiration, and I felt my cheeks flush under his scrutiny. He took a deliberate step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over me, and I shivered as his hand cupped my jaw, his touch firm yet tender.

“You’re incredible, Zoey,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, as if the words were torn from the depths of his soul.

“I can never get enough of you.” His lips brushed against mine, a fleeting touch that left me breathless. I leaned into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, craving more of his warmth, more of his presence. Without warning, Sebastian swept me into his arms, his strength both surprising and exhilarating.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. My heart raced as the world blurred around me, the only constant being the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.

“Sebastian,” I breathed, my voice soft and trembling, but he didn’t respond. His focus was singular, his determination palpable as he reached the top of the stairs and strode down the hallway to his room. The door swung open with a gentle push from his shoulder, and he stepped inside, shutting it behind us with a soft click that echoed in the quiet space.

Before I could catch my breath, Sebastian pressed me against the door, his body flush against mine. His lips crashed down on mine in a kiss that was both hungry and reverent, as if he’d been starving for me and couldn’t bear to wait another second. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

“I get so turned on when I see you standing up for yourself,” he muttered against my lips, his breath hot and uneven.

“Your confidence, your strength, it gives me the kicks.” His eyes burned with pride, a raw, unfiltered emotion that made my pulse quicken. I felt seen, truly seen, in a way that no one else ever had.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine again, his kisses fierce and demanding. He bit my lower lip gently, just enough to cause a sharp sting of pain that mingled with the pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasped, and he took advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.

My head spun as he lifted me once more, carrying me across the room to his bed. He laid me down gently, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the hardness of his body as he climbed onto the bed after me. He positioned himself above me, his weight careful not to crush me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re mine, Zoey,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl that sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“And I’m never letting you go.” He confessed under his breath. His lips trailed down my jawline, his kisses slow and deliberate, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I arched my back slightly, my breath hitching as his hands roamed over my body, mapping every curve, every dip, as if memorizing me. His fingers brushed the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my arms without hesitation, allowing him to pull it over my head and toss it aside.

The room was cool, but I felt feverish, my skin tingling under his gaze. Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, his expression a mix of hunger and reverence. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the swell of my breast, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets as he suckled gently, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that made my toes curl.

“Sebastian,” I moaned, my voice barely audible, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands roaming lower, skimming the waistband of my jeans. I lifted my hips, giving him silent permission, and he hooked his fingers into the denim, sliding it down my legs with practiced ease.

The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, the only other noise the soft rustle of fabric as Sebastian shed his own clothes, his movements urgent yet controlled. My eyes widened as he hovered above me once more, his chest heaving, his muscles taut and defined. He was a vision of raw, masculine power, and I felt a surge of desire so intense it bordered on desperation.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, his lips brushing against mine once more.

“So f*****g perfect.” His hand slid between my legs, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties before slipping beneath the fabric. My breath caught as he found his way to my precious jewels, teasing and pleasuring me. When he finally slid his already hard d**k inside of me, I was wet and ready to receive everything he offered.