Seraphina’s POV
"You still won’t be scared?" Lucien whispered, his breath brushing my skin.
But there was no threat in his touch, and I could feel that.
Just sothing that made my heart race and my knees feel a little too weak.
And yet, I couldn’t step back.
"L-Let go back to my room," I said, trying to steady my voice. "I just ca out for so fresh air and lied to Mr. Joseph to shake him off earlier."
I could barely et his eyes as I said all those in a single breath.
If we stayed like this any longer, I didn’t know what’d happen.
Lucien didn’t move.
"What if I don’t want to?" he whispered, leaning even closer.
His voice... damn.
Why did he have to speak like that?
That’s unfair to my fragile soul!
It was again so low and deep, like his voice alone could suck you in and never let you out of his charms.
And why did my body react like this?
I hated it.
Wait... Did he talk to every woman like that? Did he whisper near their ear, pull them close like just like he did to ?
Was that how he chard them?
Just thinking about it made my chest tighten and made my blood boil.
I pushed him hard.
And to my surprise, he stumbled back two or three steps. Either I used more strength than I thought... or he hadn’t expected to do that.
He stared at , his face unreadable.
"And... stop calling baby girl!" I yelled. "If my son were still alive, he would’ve been taller than you!"
The words exploded from my mouth before I could even stop them.
My heart froze.
What did I just say?
Son?
What son?
I blinked. My lips parted, but nothing ca out. My hands were cold as my heart was beating faster.
Why the hell did I say that?
Neither of my lives have I had a kid.
But lately... So dreams had been troubling .
There’s a man I couldn’t fully see, but he was tall, warm, always pulling into his his warm embrace.
And then there was a baby boy. He was so tiny but his face was full of smiles as if he wanted to call Mama.
We were happy in those dreams.
But that was just a dream. Why am I talking about it here?
It seed I was really losing my mind.
"Sure thing," Lucien said, raising his hand and brushing his hair back like he didn’t have a care in the damn world. "If you want to raise as a sugar mommy, I don’t mind being your kept man."
I stared at him.
Eww.
Had he finally lost his mind?
I opened my mouth, ready to tell him just how gross that sounded, when the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Let get that," he said casually and walked away, leaving standing there with my heart still banging against my ribs like a lunatic.
I sucked in a breath, trying to steady whatever the hell I was feeling.
But before I could figure it out, I heard a woman’s sweet, smooth, and way too enthusiastic voice.
"My man... you’re here!"
Every hair on my body stood up like a damn cat ready to hiss.
Lucien’s reply ca a second later. He said flatly. "Sure. Welco."
I peeked from behind the wall... And my heart dropped.
She was hugging him.
Hugging him.
The sa man who just hugged was hugging soone else? I could still feel the heat of his breath on my skin.
How could he?
How could he smile at her! How could he let her touch him like that?
I felt my mind twist.
I didn’t care what we were. I didn’t care if we were nothing.
But right now, I felt like I’d been played.
I felt like a damn obsessive maniac. Possessive over a man I’d only t a few tis, and barely even knew.
What the hell was wrong with ?
"Oh... and you even have a little girl here," the woman said with a smile, her heels clicking as she started walking toward .
Little girl?
Fuck off.
I turned without saying a word and walked inside. I didn’t want to see her face, didn’t want to breathe the sa air as her.
I needed to leave right now!
Whatever the fuck they were doing, they could continue without .
Let them hug, kiss, and roll around the floor for all I care.
I wasn’t going to stand there and burn my blood that was boiling in silence while he let so other woman wrap her arms around him.
But the truth is... I was jealous.
Yes.
You heard it right.
I was pathetically, stupidly, fucking jealous.
And it was eating alive from the inside out.
Without saying a word, I walked past that woman as I inhaled deeply to leave all the feelings in the room.
I just wanted to leave.
But before I could take another step, Lucien grabbed my wrist firmly enough to stop .
"Who allowed you to leave?" he asked coldly.
I didn’t turn around or look at him.
"And?" I said flatly. "Do you want ransom for kidnapping or what?"
My voice was dry.
I didn’t even have the strength to argue anymore after feeling everything all at once.
He stood behind and smiled.
"Did we just agree that you’d raise up?" he asked, dead serious.
I blinked.
What the actual fuck?
How could soone be this shaless with a straight face?
Before I could say a word, that wretched woman’s voice interrupted us.
"What is going on here?" she asked annoyingly. "Who is she, really?"
I was ready to beat her up until she was quiet but Lucien was faster with his lips.
"This is my private matter," he said in a sharp tone. "So you better do what you ca here for and leave."
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