Chapter Four
Last night was a complete blur. Sebastian's pleads kept you up all night, until you decided that it's time for you to pick yourself up. So you agreed to let Sebastian help you get better, because what he did... fucked with your head. He asked if he could stay the night at your place, and you said yes, probably the worst decision you ever made. But nothing happened, you slept in your room and he slept on the couch. Nothing.
You wake up to the smell of bacon and toast... and a faint smell of coffee. You start to look around, everything seems to be at its place. No trace of Sebastian coming in your room in the middle of the night. You stood up slowly, rubbing the sleep off your eyes, and carefully went downstairs.
"Hey, lovely, good morning." A familiar voice echoed in your house. "I made bacon, toasties and coffee.. want me to prep these up for you?" he continued, you just stood there leaning on the kitchen door staring at this beautiful disaster of a man, wondering why he started cheating. You frown at the thought and mentally slapped yourself because Sebastian is in your kitchen, making you breakfast... He is trying to make you feel better. You better square up.
"Hey... hey stop staring at my butt. Do you want breakfast or not?" Ah, there's the Sebastian you knew. He dropped what he was doing and walked towards you, pulling your waist closer to him, you look up to his ocean blue eyes, "Look, I know what you're doing. I'm giving you another chance, but I'm never gonna forgive you. You understand that, right?" You said, looking down and leaning your head to his chest.
"I understand.. Completely. I wouldn't forgive myself either if I was in your position. But at least let me try.." he kissed the top of your head, "...let me try to help you. This isn't about me begging for forgiveness, love.." He pushed you gently and lifted your chin up so you can look him in his eyes. "This is about you, learning how to love yourself all over again. "
He goes to kiss your forehead and smiles at you, "So... Breakfast?"
You nod at him and smiled, walking over to the table to sit. "Aren't you gonna eat breakfast?" You asked as he hands you your food.
"No, I just drank some coffee, I need to go to work."
"This early? Your bar doesn't open until two in the afternoon.. It's only 11 am?"
"Yeah... Well.. I-uhh.. I gotta go..." He struggled to get his words out, "...I gotta go pick up.. uhh-- some paper works for the bar.. It's just a short appointment at the hotel.. Y'know.. Business stuff. Don't worry about it." He explained, you begin to suspect something is up but quickly shoved those thoughts away. Sebastian leaned down to kiss the top of your head,
"I need to go, hun. I'll see you later?"
"Yeah, drive safe."
"Oh, you still have my number, right?" He yelled from the living room.
"Hhmm.. I think I do. Just call me." You responded, and you heard the front door slam shut.
Work. At eleven in the morning. That seems so suspicious.
You quickly got to your phone and dialed Chris' number.
"Hey, doll.."
"Chris!! Does Mr. Stan have an appointment later at maybe.. 11:45? Or 12?" You asked, desperate to know the truth.
"Oh... Well, here I see he has an appointment later at around 12:30 with his investors. Why?" You hear Chris say at the end of the line.
"Nothing.. He just left the house. And before you even say anything.. no we did not do anything stupid. He made me breakfast though."
"Stupid girl.." You hear Chris laugh, and you roll your eyes. "11? It only takes about 20 or 30 minutes to get here.. He's got at least an hour of free time."
"Exactly, Chris.. Please, please call me if he's still not there in 30 minutes.. I swear I'm gonna flip out."
"Okay.. I'll call."
You hung up the phone and run your hands through your hair in frustration. He said he's changed... You just hope he's telling the truth. Just hope.