Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (8 page)

Oh yeah, I
could do what I wanted.

I walked over
to my coat that was still damp. I yanked it off the hanger and held
it over my arm then I went to my locker and grabbed my bag. I
walked to the door and looked over my shoulder at Sebastian as my
hand fiddled with the lock. “I’ll be seeing you, Sebastian.”

His eyes
widened, his hand came up and rested on the top of his head and his
mouth that had dropped open now, opened and closed like a fish.

My eyes
dropped down to his cock that was still angry. The red and purple
colours had mixed together at the head to create a bruised look and
a string of clear honey dribbled from the tip. His balls hung heavy
between his legs, a deeper colour than usual. My eyes went further
to his muscled thighs and legs that were smattered with light brown
hair then to the trousers that remained around his ankles, stifling
him from moving towards me.

A little smile
curved my lips as I opened the door, letting in strangled cold air
from the passage. Sebastian hissed and grabbed his heavy cock in
his hand and turned away slightly. His pissed but astonished face
warned me not to leave, his wide blue eyes pleaded with me, his
cock obviously needed me.

“Bye.” I
muttered as I closed the door with a click behind me.

Realisation
was a bitch.

Sebastian

Sebastian’s
mouth opened to call Victoria back but closed again. Damn it. He
gritted his teeth and turned around, running his hands down his
face. He couldn’t believe what she’d just done to him.

She’d left him
standing here in the middle of her workplace where he was about to
strike a deal worth a considerable amount of money, feeling like he
was ready to bust. He looked down at his very painful and heavy
erection that still stood proud and tall from between his legs. Not
even the vision of Victoria leaving had deflated him, yet.

“You’ve got to
be fucking kidding me.” Sebastian ground out. “What the fuck am I
supposed to do with this?”

Just the
thought of needing to touch his raging hard-on even with his own
hand made him cringe. He was that far gone, needing Victoria’s
touch.

Taking a deep,
cleansing breath, he shuffled over to the window that Victoria had
stared out of when they first came into this whatever room it was.
He hadn’t been paying much attention at the time; just saw that the
room was a nice size.

It was still
raining outside, the sky a mismatch of different shades of greys
and whites. His mind went back to Victoria, as it did nearly
everyday since the time she’d walked into his office that famous
Friday, hiding behind Ralph.

Though still
thoroughly pissed off with her at this particular moment, a smile
breached his face at the memory of her in that ripped top which he
was sure was supposed to be something to do with fashion and those
jeans that showed off her abundant amount of rounded hips that gave
him a boner the moment he clocked them. His eyes had been riveted
to her breasts because she had plenty of those too but once those
hideous orange sunglasses of hers were removed, he’d been sucked in
by those hazel coloured eyes of hers.

They held so
many emotions deep in her depths, emotions that he should have been
turned off from, emotions that did make his internal detector flare
to life, alerting him to stay away from but he found he couldn’t.
The more he looked into those hazel eyes, the more he wanted part
of whatever she was, whatever she was hiding, whatever she was to
become.

Sebastian
wanted Victoria. Full stop no holes barred.

And he did
have her.

He closed his
eyes at the pain and anger that shot through his system at the
thought that he did lose her, he lost her for six fucking months
and all because of one vindictive bitch that couldn’t take the word
no and be done with it.

His hands
curled into fists as his erection began to deflate the moment he
thought of the bitch Naomi that he had married, that he had
dedicated his life to at one point. That bitch had taken away not
only what he thought was love for her at the time, his trust of
women and most importantly, a best friend that he would have laid
his life on the line for and then the even worst thing she did, was
take away his Victoria.

She was his.
Victoria Jennings was Sebastian’s.

Okay,
Sebastian admitted it. She wasn’t an object or possession but she
made him feel like he finally had something that he could care for,
something that gave him challenge and something that filled the
blank void in his chest that Naomi had created. Or maybe now he
looked closely at it, maybe that void was there all along and Naomi
was just a temporary filling like they gave at the dentist, all for
you to come back and have a permanent one filled some time later.
Victoria was his permanent filling. That he was sure of.

It was a shame
she didn’t believe it though, or would she? After all, he hadn’t
opened up to her directly and told her exactly how he felt for
real. Maybe if he would have, things would have been or might have
been different.

But then when
he thought about it, he wouldn’t believe it either after the way he
had acted. It was repulsive of him and completely uncalled for of
him to do what he did to Victoria but no-one understood why he did
it or took the time to want to understand. All people did, was see
that he’d hurt her intentionally allegedly...

He had his
reasons, reasons that might be considered a tad bit odd and way out
there but there were reasons. He was a man and sometimes in the
world and the business world particularly, men stooped to some
levels to get what they wanted. People be damned.

Jacob McKenzie
wanted Victoria any which way he could have her and Sebastian knew
that Jacob was not ashamed to go down other avenues to get what he
wanted. Sebastian knew that if Jacob had dug deep enough, he’d have
gotten Victoria without her even realising it. Not that she was
easy but because Sebastian knew how slick Jacob could be and would
be. They’d been friends for over twenty years after all. That’s why
he had to do what he did.

He had to make
sure that Jacob knew he’d already had Victoria and soiled her but
the point was, there was no soiling because from that first time
that they’d been intimate in his living room, the feeling inside
him that had always been cold and shocking to touch begun to warm
and it was all thanks to one woman, Victoria.

Yes, he’d been
mesmerized with her on that Friday and had to have her but he
thought at the time just like men did from time to time, he was
thinking pure and simple with his cock rather than quite the
mastermind of a brain he has. He thought she was a ship that would
service him and pass by in the night. What he got, he wasn’t
expecting.

So the moment
he did have her on that Monday night, have the feel of her very
nice mouth on him and those breasts in his face, he knew he had to
make sure that the competition she’d attracted was dismissed
entirely and the only way his brain at the time knew how to do that
was to make Victoria sound like she’d been soiled by himself when
in actual fact, she was as clean as a whistle and that’s how he
wanted her to stay.

He just hadn’t
banked on the fucker recording the conversation and giving it to
Naomi.

Sebastian
shook his head, feeling his hair coming loose from its confines at
his neck. That was Victoria’s fault. Finally, he’d gotten her hands
in his hair, he’d let go of the feeling of not wanting a woman to
touch him especially after the one that did have permission, walked
all over him or more like trampled.

Naomi was a
thorn in his side then and an even bigger one now. The woman just
didn’t understand the word no.

Sebastian
looked down at his now flaccid cock and sighed. Did Victoria really
not trust him with the truth that he hadn’t been with anyone in six
months?

The truth was
he hadn’t.

The moment he
came into contact with a beautiful woman—and there were many
garnering for his attention, his thoughts went straight to a
particular blonde with bright, intriguing and mischievous hazel
eyes. He would think about her face, those eyes, that smile that
was abundantly naughty and saucy to those breasts that made him
groan at the sight of, to her rounded tummy that was warm and
cushiony, to those hips that were made for men’s hands and hips to
be placed in between of then to those legs of hers that were
shapely but roomy all at the same time.

His cock
slowly began to rise at the thought of Victoria’s best
attributes.

No, he
couldn’t allow that to happen again. He had a residual dull ache in
the base of his cock and in his balls as it was. He didn’t need it
full on again. What he needed was to be buried to the hilt inside
Victoria’s cavern. He knew once that happened, he’d be free of the
pain she’d left him with.

He’d be
home.

All he had to
do was convince her. But how, that was easier said than done.

With a quick
rub of his hands up and down his face, he gathered his trousers
from around his ankles and tucked his cock away as he fiddled with
his belt. Stuffing his shirt into the waist of his trousers, he dug
through his pockets for his phone and cursed when he realised that
he’d left it on the meeting room table.

A little smile
curved his mouth at the thought of why he was distracted. He’d
heard that famous voice from outside sooner than he’d expected.

As soon as he
was once again looking somewhat decent even if his shirt and jacket
was ruined, he left the room all to find the entryway empty. He
walked back down the passage to the meeting room to see the
Brewster brothers around the table with Ralph now in the room.

He handed his
ruined jacket to his most trusted man ever, Ralph and avoided the
knowing smirk on the bastard’s face.

“That was some
show.” Conrad commented from the other side of the table.

Sebastian
pulled out a chair and dropped down into it, folding his leg over
his knee as he relaxed back against the stiffness of the leather
underneath him.

“I didn’t
think it would happen exactly like that but,” Sebastian lolled his
head back and fourth, “it could have gone worse.”

Benjamin
snorted and reached over to pour some coffees. Sebastian’s nose
wrinkled at the drink. He much preferred tea. “She could have
ripped your balls off. I believe Victoria is capable of that.”

The man had no
idea.

A smirk danced
on his face at the thought of Victoria doing something with his
balls. This particular moment, he wouldn’t mind at all whatever she
wanted to do with them. Just the thought of her hands or mouth
anywhere near him started a little tingling at the base of his
balls, warming them back up again.

“So....”
Conrad hinted. “Want to tell us what’s gone on between you and the
ever colourful Victoria?”

“No, it’s none
of your business.” Sebastian answered immediately and it wasn’t any
of their businesses even though he’d known the Brewster brothers
for going on ten years or was it longer?

No-one,
including Victoria needed to know that though.

“Oh come on.”
Conrad slapped his hands down on the black ash table; his hands
were the size of plates. In fact, his frame was so big he barely
fit into the chair he was sitting in. “I know something happened
all those months ago when we spoke but I didn’t think it was as big
as I’ve just seen, so spill.”

“Like I said,”
Sebastian reiterated, a slight edge coating his voice. His face
hardened as he stared at the twins across from him, eying them.
“It’s none of your business. What goes on between me and Victoria
is again, none of your business. I’m here to renew the contract and
talk money, nothing more.”

Conrad and
Benjamin looked at each other then back at Sebastian, looking like
they really wanted to comment further, perhaps dig deeper but
backed off eventually as if knowing they wouldn’t get anything more
out of Sebastian.

****

“So?” Ralph
said quietly from his position in the driving seat. “What happened
with Victoria then?”

Sebastian
sighed as he sat back in the soft leather seat of his Land Rover
sipping a lime and water. “Uh...this and that,” There wasn’t any
need to elaborate on the fact that she’d allowed him to drink from
the furry cup and then dropped him on his backside like a bad habit
just before he was going to blow his load. A load that had
Victoria’s name and face written all over it.

Ralph’s black
orbs were penetrative as they glared lasers at him in the rear view
mirror. The silence in the car became deafening until Sebastian
gave up because he knew the big man could last out the silent
intimidating stare for eternity. Even Sebastian didn’t have that
much patience.

“Okay, okay,
okay. Will you stop with the devil glare?”

“Only if you
spill,”

Sebastian
rolled his eyes and wished like hell he could
literally
but
it didn’t seem to be happening now. Come to think of it, every time
he’d actually taken his hand to his member, he’d gotten little or
no relief whatsoever. It was like his cock had barred him from
orgasming to his full extent because it wanted Victoria
instead.

“Well, we
talked somewhat for a short time. She’s extremely piqued with me as
you can imagine over what I did that day and I can understand that.
I shouldn’t have done it, Ralph.” He admitted quietly. His pride
was taking a severe nosedive at the moment. “I shouldn’t have
allowed Naomi to go that far and I shouldn’t have just sat there
and watch Victoria’s heart be broken and let the best thing that
ever happened to me just walk out the door. I’m a bad man and I
realise that now.”