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Apparently, this is how the women in his world pass their time.
Me? I prefer vengeance.
I’m focused now, learning as much as I can about Sebastian. He’s a cutthroat businessman. Companies have been destroyed and rivals ruined. I make notes of all of it, searching for potential enemies, or a weakness of some kind. The list of people he’s fucked over is a long one, but nothing screams ‘opportunity’ to me just yet. Most of them are wise enough to slink off, and never show their faces again.
I need more than that. I need a silver bullet that can pierce Sebastian’s armor and embed it straight in his heart.
So, my days are full of planning. But my nights?
My nights still belong to him.
Sebastian’s lessons continue—and I can’t get enough. He takes me to the edge, drives me crazy, and teaches my body things that I never dreamed about, leaving me gasping and satisfied, but he hasn’t even attempted to take things further. It’s like there’s an invisible line that he won’t cross.
I’m not sure if I want him to or not. Or at least, I’m not sure how I’ll deal with it emotionally when we come to that moment. Right now, I’m trying to build my defenses, harden my mind against him even as my body writhes and gasps in pleasure. But how long can I keep up this double life?
Sooner or later, something’s going to crack.
“We’re almost there.”
Sebastian’s voice interrupts my thoughts. For once, he’s behind the wheel, and I’m in the passenger seat of his classic silver Aston Martin. We’re driving out to the countryside today, to visit his mom and uncle at their home, which I’m hoping is an opportunity to uncover more about his past.
The whole, weird Wolfe family.
So far, the drive has passed in companionable silence. It’s a bright, clear day, and I’ve been drinking in the views of the country, as the city made way for rolling fields and pretty woodland, the further we drive from London.
Now, I turn to Sebastian, ready to start my subtle inquisition. He’s dressed down today, in dark-wash jeans and a cashmere sweater, but he’s still the most commanding presence I’ve known.
“So… What’s the deal with your mom and uncle, exactly?” I venture, “They’re together now?”
Sebastian doesn’t look over. “Yes.”
His tone is clipped. He’s been acting casual about this visit, but the closer we get to our destination, the more tension I can sense coming from him.
“That must have been weird for you, after your dad passed and everything.”
He gives a shrug. “They grew closer, after Dad died. Richard was very supportive. They married about ten years ago.”
Okaaay.
I can’t believe anyone would be chill with their uncle marrying their mom, but apparently, Sebastian is pretending it’s all fine with him.
We’ll see about that.
My research has told me that after Patrick Wolfe died in a car accident, his brother, Richard stepped in, and ran Wolfe Capital—until Sebastian came of age to take the reins. According to what I’ve read in the papers, they’re all one big happy family, but I clocked some serious tension at dinner, and I can’t wait to see the vibes up close.
Maybe I should try to stir the pot and see what happens.
After another half-hour of driving, Sebastian turns off the motorway, and down a series of winding country lanes. We pass some pretty villages, but he doesn’t slow, roaring along at break-neck speed until we turn through a pair of modern looking gates, and down a long driveway.
“Wow,” I blink, as the house comes into view. I was expecting something grand and historic, and this is impressive, sure, but glaringly modern: a boxy new concrete mansion in the midst of the countryside, all sharp angles and looming windows. “It’s… Big.”
“The biggest private residence in the county.” Sebastian says, but his tone is unreadable. Still, he doesn’t seem overjoyed about coming to visit his family.
He pulls up in front of the imposing main doors, just as Sebastian’s mother, Trudy, comes out to greet us, dressed in that English country look: riding boots, tweed, and a crisp button-down. “Here you are!” she declares, giving Sebastian a brief kiss on the cheek, before turning to me with a big smile. “And Avery, it’s so nice to see you again.”
“Thanks for inviting us, Mrs. Wolfe.”
“Call me Trudy, please.”
