Page 47 of Drawn Together

My breathing quickened as I realized he was being completely serious, but most of all because he was so close I could feel the same intense arousal I had the day we kissed.

I swallowed as he slowly slid his thumb over my cheek.

“Get out of my sight.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

CHAPTER 16MARFIL

The next morning, I woke up with a hellacious hangover. I went into the kitchen, where Sebastian and his delicious breakfasts were nowhere to be seen. I’d woken up early, considering I hadn’t fallen sleep until almost three o’clock in the morning, tossing and turning over how guilty I felt. Liam had sent me a picture of his black eye, saying that if he saw my asshole bodyguard again, he was going to break his face.

He wouldn’t last thirty seconds against Sebastian, but I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire, knowing that Liam’s visits to my apartment were going to get a lot more tense.

I was pouring cereal into a bowl with my eyes fixed on the hallway, waiting for Sebastian to appear, when I noticed that the apartment was too silent. I could always hear the murmur of the television in Sebastian’s room or the bad music he listened to when he was in there alone.

Setting my bowl aside, I walked down the hall to check if he was still asleep. No one answered when I knocked on his door. I debated as to whether I should open it or wait for him to show some sign of life, but my curiosity won out in the end. The room was dark; the shades were drawn against the sunlight, his bed neatly made.

Had he left, sick of putting up with me?

I went into my studio, which was also completely dark. I was feeling along the wall for the light switch when an arm encircled me from behind, causing my heart to leap into mythroat. I tried to scream, but it came out muffled by a giant hand covering my mouth.

My body shook uncontrollably. Someone had broken into my home. Sebastian was probably dead somewhere, and they’d kill me next. Sebastian was right—someone wanted me dead, and I had tempted fate, serving myself up on a platter.

“You’re shaking like a leaf and you haven’t even put up any resistance, Elephant,” he whispered in my ear. “You think what you did yesterday was funny?”

Shit, fuck.

“Sebastian, let me go,” I said into his hand, which was still covering my mouth. Despite the fact that I’d relaxed as soon as I realized it was him playing a trick on me and not some murderer who had me trapped in that dark room, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear when I heard his deep voice vibrate against my skin.

“I want you to answer me,” he said, squeezing me tighter, almost hurting me. “Did you have a good time, while I was going crazy, fearing for your life?”

I flinched. I did have a good time, a great time, but honesty was not always the best policy.

“Mm s’rry…” I mumbled into his hand.

“You’re going to be even sorrier,” he said ominously as he spun me around. He stood in front of me, holding my arms over my head and pinning his body against mine, completely immobilizing me. “You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, Marfil, or I swear to God I’m going to make life impossible for you. Do you understand?”

I swallowed.

He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and used the other to cup my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Answer me.”

“I understand,” I said. “But now you listen to me: You’re not going to touch any more of my friends.”

Sebastian smiled in the darkness. “Or what, Elephant?” He laughed.

“Stop calling me that,” I gritted out.

“Would you rather I call you what you are? A fucking spoiled brat?” he went on, holding me tightly as I tried to knee him. “No, no, that’s not the way to do it. You have a long road ahead before you’ll be able to harm so much as a hair on my head.”

“You think you’re so tough, don’t you? All tall with your big muscles… You don’t scare me, Sebastian, if that’s what you were trying to do surprising me like that… I’ll have you know, I’d let you tie me up whenever you want.”

He showed irritation at my last comment as his fingers wrapped tighter around my wrists.

“Do you want me to tell you what I think?” I said without taking my eyes off him.

“No.”

“What happened in the bathroom between you and me… is going to happen again, sooner than you think.”