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“Wow, you can cook. Or make sandwiches at least,” I tease, as I take my plate from him.
“I can do a lot more than that, thank you.” He swats my ass, making me jump. “My grandmother is Italian, so she made sure her grandsons knew how to cook,” Sebastian explains. I take my plate to the table and sit down. He follows behind and sits next to me.
“Thank you for this,” I murmur as I take a bite. Pure heaven explodes in my mouth. “This is delicious.”
“It’s nothing,” He says taking a large bite.
“Have the paparazzi cleared out?” I ask as I continue to down my sandwich. I was starving. I didn’t realize how much until I started eating.
“Yes, I believe so.”
“Oh, that’s great. I need to get home to get ready for class tonight.” I explain, hoping that he won’t have a problem with me leaving. I gobble my sandwich, not caring if it isn’t ladylike.
He drops his sandwich onto his plate and looks at me with an expression I can’t quite decipher.
“Um, no. You aren’t leaving,” He states as he picks up his sandwich and takes another bite.
“What the hell do you mean, I’m not leaving? Classes started today. This is the whole reason I came to New York to attend SVA! I have to be there!” I exclaim moving my plate away because I’m no longer hungry.
“You’re plastered all over newspapers and the internet. Do you really think it’s okay to go out there now that everyone knows where you are?” he questions.
“I’m not going to stop living because some shitty people decided to sell my picture to the tabloids. I’m going to that class, and you can’t stop me,” I shout as I rise from my seat and stomp away to his bedroom to put my clothes from yesterday back on. I pick up my phone to order an Uber as Sebastian comes in swiping my phone from me. “What is your problem? You can’t keep me locked in your ivory tower, Sebastian,” I yell. I’m trying to be calm about this but it’s not working out very well. Not with the anger simmering in my system.
He looks down at my phone and sees what I was doing. “I’ll be damned if you leave here in an Uber, Stormy. I’ll take you to your apartment and then to class. Then we’ll figure out a security detail for you,” I scoff at his thinking he can control my life. I’m not going to have security following me around everywhere.
“What exactly do you think will happen to me? It’s not like I’m still in the band. This will be old news by the end of the week,” I state.
“Ha, I doubt that. You were part of one of the largest bands in the country and you think this will just blow over?” he questions. His face morphing into one of anger. If he’s angry then he should feel what I am.
“Don’t mock me. I know what I was in. The keyword there is ‘was.’ I never went on tour. They replaced me,” I huff out.
“Have you read any more articles? Maybe about the ones where the fans weren’t happy that you quit like you did. The ones that bought tickets and didn’t get a chance to see you. How about the article that talked about you being a murderer? You think it’s a good idea to leave the safety of this apartment for some class,” He knew the moment he fucked up. I can see it on his face. He scrubs his hand over his face and lets out a loud sigh.
“Some class? SOME CLASS? This is my life, Sebastian. This is my passion. I want to do this for a living one day. I want to go to school. I want to learn new techniques.” Tears begin to prick at the sides of my eyes. Not because I’m sad, I cry when I get extremely angry sometimes. It feels like a weakness, and I definitely don’t want to come across like that right now. This relationship, or whatever it is, isn’t going to work if he wants to control every aspect of my life.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call it some class. I just want you safe,” He grabs my hand, leading me to the bed. I almost pull my hand from his, but that would be childish. I follow him as he settles on the bed. “Look at me. I’m sorry, alright. I just don’t want you to get hurt. This is a new feeling for me, wanting to protect someone.” I sigh because I know he is right. I just can’t be scared to live. I won’t let another man keep me from my dreams. That’s the first thing I thought of when he said I couldn’t go. Blaine would have said the same thing. Well, he did say the same thing and it had nothing to do with my safety.
I brush stray hair from his forehead. “Iunderstand where you’re coming from, but we have to come to some sort of compromise. I’m not letting another man dictate my life.” I cringe at the way that sounded. I’m not trying to compare the two of them. This is a romantic relationship and with Blaine it wasn’t.
“I can’t believe you just compared me to your late husband,” He snarls and I know I made a mistake. We are going around in circles and not getting any decisions accomplished.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just scared.” I put my head in my hands and let out a frustrated sigh. I don’t know how we are going to compromise on this. Should we even be fighting about something like this this early in a relationship? Maybe this isn’t going to work out. My stomach recoils at the thought. Sebastian gets up and crouches on his knees before me.
“Hey,” he says, trying to get my attention, “I’ll drive you and we can talk about this later okay?” I nod my head as he cups my cheek. “I can’t lose you when I just found you.” He whispers. A lump clogs my throat and I understand what he is saying, even if I don’t agree with him one hundred percent. “Go ahead and get dressed and I’ll clean up the kitchen.” He stands, leaning over to take my lips in his. It’s soft yet dominant, telling me that he is still in charge. We will see about that. I can take care of myself.
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We get to my apartment and Lana nearly tackles me at the door.
“I’ve been so worried about you! Don’tdo that to me again,” She declares waiting on me to agree.
“I won’t, I promise. It was just a shitty day and I let it get the best of me. Lana this is Sebastian. Sebastian this is Lana. I know y’all have met but I didn’t know if it was ever officially.” They shake each other’s hand and murmur their greetings. Lana gives me a skeptical look but wipes it off her face before Sebastian has a chance to catch on. “So, how were your classes today?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Good, mainly just going over the syllabus and expectations. You have class tonight, don’t you?” she questions.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I needed to change and get my things for class.” I check my watch and see that we need to get out of here soon if I’m going to get to the campus on time. I’d rather be early than late any day. “I actually need to get going. We will catch up soon.”
Sebastian follows me to my room and shuts the door behind himself. Going to my drawers, I take out some clothes and throw them on my bed. I quickly change, trying not to meet Sebastian’s heated gaze when he looks my way. We definitely don’t have time for that. And I don’t want Lana to hear us. Once I’m dressed, I walk over to my mirror and sit in front of it.
