Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 14

ABBY

"Are you always this bossy?"

"I want an answer, Abby," he demands.

"Does it matter?" I find my voice, and I feel confident in my words.

"That's not an answer, Abby. I need you to be honest with me. If I'm closer to you, do you feel something? If you look at me in the eye, do you see me? When I touch you like this, do you feel warmth deep inside?" He holds my hand while his thumb traces my skin in a feathery touch. "Do your heart beat fast? Do you feel a butterfly in your stomach? Are you attracted to me?" It feels so good, and I'm melting inside. I feel limp, and when I open my mouth, no words are coming, and I have to close back.

"Don't. You answered them already."

All I can do is look at his beautiful face. I want to cup his head and kiss him senseless and bury my fingers in his thick hair. God, I want to taste and bite those lips.

I clear my throat. "I didn't answer you yet. I haven't said anything."

"You don't have to. I can see how reacted when I ask you. I'm not blind, Abbygail, and I'm certainly not dumb. You can't fight it. It will just make you more miserable. Do you have a thing for Andrew?"

"What?" My eyes widen "No. I don't have a thing for Drew. He's my best friend. He's like a brother to me. And you're so overconfident and cocky. And you know nothing about me. Yeah. Maybe, I'm attracted to you, but everyone does, and who won't? You look perfect, and you can have every woman you want. And you're used to getting attention from women. They treat you like a god, but as soon as I leave this place, I will forget you, and I will never see you again. My life will be back to normal."

"You just admitted you're attracted to me. Why fight it, Abby?" God, he's infuriating. Can't he just drop this conversation since he got what he wanted?

"If you don't have a thing for Andrew. Do you like someone there? Do you have a boyfriend? Why are you doing this? Because I'm a man-whore? Are you ashamed of me? And you are miss perfect?"

I can't anymore take it. I stand up and face him. "Stop saying that to yourself, Sebastian. I already apologized. You're the one who told me to stop looking so little at myself, and you should do the same." I glare at him. "And are seriously asking me right now? When we're getting married tomorrow. Why not ask me first if I have a boyfriend before you proposed?"

"I did what I did, Abby, and I'm not proud of them. It made me who I am. I can't change them anymore. It's already part of me and a part of my past. I'm more than a manwhore. I'm an asshole too. A bad boy, a playboy, and merciless. I have so many flaws, and I'm certainly far from perfect."

"I'm not ashamed of you, Seb. I just don't know you. I know you can't change your past, and I don't want you to change any of it. I like the way you are. People respected you and like you the way you are. It's part of being a Seb Hughes, of what people see in you. If you change them, then you are not you anymore. You're beautiful just the way you are. And you don't know anything about me, and I can assure you that I'm far from perfect too. I'm not the goody-two-shoe girl you think I am. I have so many flaws that you might never stomach when you find out."

"I am beautiful?" He smirks and raises his brow.

I roll my eyes. "You're--you are beyond handsome or hot or sexy." I smile and look at my hands.

"You're still perfect in my eyes, Abbygail. You're pure, innocent, smart, beautiful, intelligent, and I don't want to taint you. I did a lot of things that I'm not proud of. I had sex with many women, and I even made my own rules."

"Like Christian Grey? You practice BDSM?"

"Hell no." He wrinkles his nose, and he looks cute. "Did you read those books? Come here, please?"

He takes my hand, and just his touch alone, it makes my face flush and my pulse throb. He let me sit on his lap with his arms wrap around me. It feels good, and I want to stay like this forever.

"I don't tie women. Anyway, one of my rules: fuck in- fuck out."

"What does it mean? It sounds dirty." I snap but listen and face him. He looks so beautiful, and his pupils are dilated, and I can even see the lust brewing in his eyes.

"Let me explain, and it's up to you if you'd like to judge me. So, no name, no foreplay, no kissing, no touching, and no oral. They can do me if they wanted to, No round two, no second fuck, and no riding with me in my car. I give them the hotel room after I'm done, I leave. An hour top, so I don't call it a one-night stand. I never did it in any of my places, in my car, or my office. I don't screw the employees or fuck my friends' relatives. If they got wild, I made sure my lawyers handle the situation and prepare NDA to shut them up. I don't date, and I've never been in a relationship. I don't dine and wine with women. Never."

My mouth hangs open and shuts it again. I swallow hard after he's done telling me.

"Wow. I don't know what to say." Shock is an understatement. "You sleep with all those women who were linked to you. Those models and actresses?"

"I knew you would ask. No, I didn't. They just come to take a picture with me during parties, then the media would take advantage of it and make it a big deal. Those women were happy too, but I am not amused. They used me. The last one was a starlet who jumped on my lap and took a picture because she wanted publicity, I guess. She paid the waitress to get in my VIP room. I didn't even know her that night until the board meeting. Dad was beyond pissed." He stares at me, and I almost squirm in his lap. "Tell me something about you, Abby. How many men should I kick asses?"

"Nobody. I don't go out on a date. I never had a boyfriend."

"Why have you never went out on a date? Don't tell me nobody asked you because that's bullshit. Or daddy dear won't let you?"

"They asked, but I turned them down. I have a lot of things to do than date, make out, or have sex."