There goes my brother again, ruining everything. And what a hypocrite. He always flies private himself.
“My brother really is no fun,” I say, letting out a long breath and stretching out my legs on top of my suitcase.
Sebastian looks over at me, a wistful look on his face, before he recovers and mumbles something about me being nice to my brother.
Chapter 3
Sebastian
I look over to Lily, who is fast asleep in the seat next to me. I’m grateful for Luke talking me out of the whole private jet thing.
I realise that spending time alone with her will be more challenging than anticipated.
I’ve always managed to keep a certain distance between us, our families close by, and not really spending time together just the two of us.
Now though.
We’re going to be alone together a lot.
Lily is a beautiful girl, but even more terrifying, she is a beautiful person.
She has a fun personality and spirit that always shines brightly in every room she enters.
As she’s grown, she’s quickly becoming a striking woman who’s turning heads everywhere she goes.
And she doesn’t even seem to realise it.
When we got inside the airport, several men openly checked her out, which fucking irritated me.
She was there with me, and even though we’re not a couple, they don’t know that.
My taking care of her luggage should be telling enough that she’s with someone.
Luckily for me, Lily seemed oblivious as she bounced around and told me about the things she wanted to see in London.
She’s always striking, but when her excitement is out, she’s breathtaking.
I’ve never been closer to overstepping that line between us than I was a few months ago.
We were all attending a gala, celebrating the legends of Formula 1. I was visiting Luke on the road, which coincided with Lily’s visit to him.
When she entered that ballroom, wearing a light blue satin gown my jaw nearly hit the floor.
I hadn’t seen her for a while, leading up to the gala.
And then she turned up, looking gorgeous and turning the heads of every eligible bachelor in the room.
I’ve never been more tempted to let her know just how beautiful I thought she was.
I almost did.
But then, Luke sauntered up to us, reminding me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t.
Instead, I spent the evening counting how many men Lily danced with, each one driving me madder than the last.
Eight men.
Eight fucking dances.
