Sebastian has done something horrible, but he is rewarded with breakfast.
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Sebastian sat on the floor at the foot of his bed. His green eyes were glued to the morning sun that slid from the glistening tops of the cityscape, steadily taking its place in the day sky. Morning light flooded into the bedroom through the glass walls, painting the crisp white room in the softest of yellows. Last night had been a long one. It was very taxing righting a wrong, but it had to be done. He was tired though and he couldn’t sleep. Too much adrenaline pumped through his veins. This always happened after a kill. In this case, two kills. Last night before he paid a visit to the Woodsberg Park, he completed his mission with the client watching giddily as he dismembered a man’s body. He was on a high that was rather difficult to come down from. He let his anger get the best of him and before he realized it, the bastard’s head cracked open on the pavement. Simon was gone now and Sebastian was a monster. Then again, he had always been one.
Juliette would be so proud of him, if she knew the things he had done last night.
“A true predator never leaves behind its prey. If you go in for the kill, go for the throat and nothing less.”
Once upon a time, Juliette whispered that in his ear like a lullaby and he still believed it.
“What are you doing on the floor,” Willow asked with a yawn. She had slept the night last night even though he wasn’t there for the majority of it.
He turned his head slightly to watch her from the corner of his eye as she sluggishly slipped from under the sheets and crawled towards the edge of the bed in her birthday suit. “Can’t sleep,” he answered, his voice dripped with exhaustion. Sebastian turned his attention back to the skyline of the city drowning in morning glory.
She placed her warm silky hand on his forehead and tilted his head backwards. The back of his skull sunk into the fluffy mattress as she did so. Her beautiful face hovered above his by barely four or so inches. Her deliciously plump lips smiled down at him. “You look like you’ve had a long night.”
I did, he thought, I cracked your little boyfriend’s head open with a baseball bat.
“They happen to me more often than not,” he replied.
“Then that must mean you’re a busy man,” Willow returned.
“More than you will ever know,” he said. He wanted her to know the truth of all the horrible things he had done, but she was going to run away. He knew it. He could feel it deep inside of him.
She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it for the briefest moments. A deep thoughtful look splashed across her face. Her fingertips caressed his brow. “I want to get inside of your head and figure out what makes you tick, Sebastian,” she finally said after a few moments of silence.
“You wouldn’t like what you’ll find,” he assured as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her touch against his forehead.
“I think that should be my decision to make, don’t you think,” Willow replied with a slight frown.
His lips pressed firmly together at her words. She wasn’t going to let this go. She wasn’t going to let him get away with a handful of words and empty promises. “I’m an animal that operates on primal instincts and rules, Willow. I devour everything in my path without a second thought,” he paused for a moment. “You can leave right now and not look back. I won’t fault you, but if you stay … if you stay here with me then there is no guarantee that I wouldn’t eat you next.”
She cocked her head to the side. “When you say things like that to the other girls, did they run?”
Yes, there were other girls, but they knew better than to poke a stick at the animal inside of him bearing its teeth. Willow didn’t poke. She jabbed hard.
“They were smart enough to.”
“Are you saying that I am stupid if I stay here with you even after your warning?”
Sebastian opened his eyes to look up into her beautiful, innocent, and utterly curious face. “You misunderstand me. My warning wasn’t meant for you. It was meant for myself.”
Willow climbed off of the bed and straddled him as he sat on the floor in all her naked glory. She grabbed a hold of his bearded chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “Then here is my warning to you, Sebastian,” she whispered, leaning in close. “I am not going anywhere because you need me just as much as I need you.”
“And why do you need me?”
“Because you make me feel beautiful. You make me feel valid,” she smiled. “Like I am worth a damn.”
“And why do I need you?”
“You think of yourself as an animal and I’m here to help you feel human again,” she said as she brushed her lips against his. Her words stabbed into him deep as they rung in truth.
Her tongue playfully ran along the seam of his closed lips. “I want you to know that you’re all man to me,” she whispered as she gently bit down onto his bottom lip and tugged it playfully before she released it with a playfully seductive grin.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he growled lowly.
She opened her grinning mouth to speak, but her cellphone rang and vibrated on a nightstand.
“Don’t answer it,” he said, attempting to steal kiss from her.
“I have to,” she said as she stood up from she straddled him on the concrete floor. “The ringtone belongs to my sister.”
She walked over to the nightstand and picked up the phone, answering it. He listened carefully to the conversation—well, at least Willow’s contribution to it. Her words dripped with irritation as she argued with her sister on the other end of the line. When the called concluded, she let out a loud growl of frustration and tossed her cellphone onto the bed.
The sight of plucking her discarded clothes off of the floor piece by piece. She put them on while grumbling to herself. He decided to get off of the floor.
“I have been summoned to a family breakfast for bonding time,” she said, her face twisted in irritation. “It is most likely an intervention about if I’m losing weight and how I am a terrible maid of honor. Then it will turn into a gush fest about my sister.”
Sebastian came up from behind her and placed his heavy hands on her hips after she slipped on her long-sleeved V-neck shirt. “Would you prefer if you and I made our own gush fest,” he questioned as he brushed his lips against her neck, his beard scratching against her flesh gently.
“That sounds tempting,” she trailed off for a moment, “but what would be even more tempting is if you’d come with me.”
She swirled around to face him with a pleading look before he could even react to the question. “I need a bodyguard to keep me from reaching across the table and slapping the shit out of my mother and sister. You would make the perfect bodyguard,” she said as she used her fingers to toy with the hem of his black shirt.
Willow rose to the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging his head down to hover just above hers. “Please, please, please,” she begged in between three deliciously wet pecks on his lips.
Unlike Juliette, Willow made him feel more man than animal. She made him forget that he was a monster who had done horrible things. The ultimate conclusion was this:
Simon Roberson was dead.
Sebastian was going to breakfast.