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Concentrating on that provided me with a twisted sense of solace and stopped my emotions from interfering.
As I approached the castle in the late afternoon, my stomach grumbled with hunger once again. After enduring a week and a half of terrible American food, I longed for a decent meal. I had developed a taste for only the finest cuisine over the years, and even the top chefs in New York City couldn’t satisfy my discerning palate. But I forgot my hunger when I received a message from Barclay informing me that the urgent package I had been waiting for had arrived and was waiting for me on my desk. I responded with a confirmation, feeling pleased with the news.
The large gate in front of my castle opened, and the car rolled down the long, snow-covered driveway. I looked out the window and saw a petite figure standing near the ice-covered pond. I knew it was Belle—who else could it be?—and I watched as a baby deer approached, allowing her to pet it.
The joy I felt in the center of my chest was unwelcome, and I forced myself to scowl and push the emotion away. Still, my eyes lingered longer than I wanted, as if they had a mind of their own. When the car slowed in front of the entrance to the castle, I pushed open the door before it even came to a complete stop, eager to get inside and away from the tempting image of Belle by the pond.
Rushing to my office, I shed my coat and made a beeline for the package I had been expecting. Without delay, I tore open the box and, in that exact moment, something sinister seized my body.
A new determination swept over me, and I left my office, walking right by Barclay and ignoring his inquiries about what I wanted for lunch. My hunger for food was secondary for now. I had something much more important to attend to.
Entering Belle’s room, I seated myself in a comfortable chair across from her bed. I knew she was still outside, but I didn’t mind waiting. Trying not to think about how much I wanted to fuck her on that bed before I left, I settled in and waited.
Chapter19
Belle
Istepped into the castle, the grand entrance echoing with my footsteps, and hung the large coat on the hook by the door. I saw the sunlight glinting off the hood of Sebastian's car as it made its way down the driveway, alerting me to his return. I contemplated looking for him, but I went to the sitting room where I left my tea and the book I had been reading. Even though I enjoyed the solitude of the castle, I couldn't deny that I missed Sebastian, no matter how much I didn’t want to.
When I reached my room, thoughts of him consumed my mind, wondering if he would fuck me once again and when. As I shut the door to my bedroom, I placed my cup of tea on the dresser before slipping out of my ballet flats and tossing my book onto the bed. Taking off my thick velvet scrunchie, I allowed my hair to cascade down around my shoulders.
“Look at you, making yourself at home here.”
At the sound of Sebastian’s voice, I turned around, though not completely taken aback. Although I hadn’t expected him to enter my room and wait for me, he had a habit of appearing wherever and whenever he pleased.
He rose from the chair on the other side of the room and approached me with a small box in his hand. I glanced at it, then at his inscrutable face.
“What is that?” I asked. I sensed its importance through his grip. However, my question was disregarded as he chose not to answer.
“You know, Belle, you haven’t told me anything about your past.”
I stiffened as he stopped just a couple of feet in front of me. “You haven’t asked.”
His eyes flashed with anger, and I felt unease churning in my belly.
“Are you a whore, Belle?”
I stepped back, flinching as if he’d struck me. It almost felt like he had.
“W-what?”
“You heard me. Do you purposely seek rich men to fuck for money? Is that why you’re so far from home with nothing to your name?”
“I…I don’t…” I blinked and tried to gather my thoughts. “My home?”
“Or better yet, your foster home. Right?”
A blast of dread swept over me. He knew I was in foster care? What else did he know?
“What kind of game are you playing at?” Sebastian’s words were harsh, but it was the cold disgust in his eyes that really hurt.
“Game? What the hell are you talking about?” A surge of anger made me become defensive. “Youare the one that wanted me to carry your child. It wasn’t my idea.”
“But you agreed.”
“If you’re so concerned, why didn’t you ask these questions three weeks ago?”
“I didn’t want to know.”
