Page 112 of Drawn Together

My eyes returned to him. “You? Why?”

Sebastian seemed to debate whether to tell me or not. “We’ve known each other for a long time… To sum it up, we don’t get along too well.”

“How do you know him? Did you work for him as a bodyguard?”

“The less you know, the better, Marfil.”

“God!” I groaned, frustrated. “How long are you going to go on hiding things from me? And what was with your attitude this morning? You could’ve warned me, but instead you just acted like some asshole who can’t say more than three words at a time, and…” My brain was trying to connect the things he’d just told me, and something finally clicked.

I couldn’t talk inside the apartment.

Sebastian was looking at me with his usual poker face.

“Was there someone else in the apartment this morning?” I asked in horror.

Sebastian stepped toward me and held me by the arm.

“There was no one else physically in the apartment, besides the two of us, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t see us.”

I opened my eyes wide.

“He installed cameras?!”

His silence said it all.

I pulled out of his grip and tried to control the panic attack I was starting to have. Marcus couldn’t have had his men install cameras without my realizing it; I would’ve heard it!

I spun around and faced Sebastian. “You put them in, didn’t you?” I shouted. Suddenly, everything made sense. “That’s why you always knew what I was doing or came in at just the right moment every time I needed you! That’s how you knew I fell while I was dancing! That’s why you were always able to get ahead of my every movement!”

Sebastian still didn’t say anything, and it made me even angrier.

“You’ve been spying on me?!” My God, I felt so humiliated! The other night, when I’d cried myself to sleep over the way he’d treated me. How many times had I stopped in the hall outside his room, trying to decide whether to knock? Had he been watching me standing there like an idiot? “I hate you, Sebastian!” I shouted.

He held me back before I could run away again, although what did it matter, since he could just track me through my cell phone? Knowing him, he’d probably be able to track every single person who mattered to me.

“Let go of me, dammit,” I shouted, pulling away. “You lied to me!”

“I was just doing my job.”

“Your job is shit! You can’t invade my privacy without telling me!”

“It was necessary, Marfil. I didn’t put any cameras in your bedroom and bathroom, but the rest of the house had to be under surveillance.”

“You should’ve told me!”

Sebastian clenched his jaw tightly. “You’re right,” he finally said, looking me in the eye. “I was going to, but when I met you and I saw how opposed you were to the idea of having a bodyguard, I knew you’d try to outsmart my surveillance. I’m really sorry, but my priority has always been keeping you alive.” He brought his hand up to my cheek. I tried to turn my face away, but he held me firmly. “It was only to keep you alive, Marfil,” he repeated, staring at me intensely.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was so angry, so scared…

“Did you watch me in my studio?” I asked, daring him to lie to my face. We both knew the truth, and I wanted him to admit it.

Sebastian stammered, nervous for the first time since we’d met. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak. “Getting to see you dance was an unexpected bonus.”

I shoved him as hard as I could. “You had no right.” That was something private, something special to me. I couldn’t believe he had been watching me do it all this time. If I had known…

“It’s true, I had no right,” he said, a fierce look in his eyes, “and I also had no right to touch you or kiss you or to feel any of the things I feel for you, but that’s the way things worked out.”

I had so badly wanted to hear those words from him, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t let them make me forget the reality of the situation. I didn’t trust him. Sebastian Moore had toomany secrets, and they seemed to be related to my family and to Marcus Kozel. I didn’t want any part of it.