Page 15 of The Good Billionaire
“This is mine too, babe. Don’t forget it.” One of the many truths that flipped my world upside down.
Pretending we were still together that weekend meant holding hands and kissing which would lead to more sex, more of him taking me at night. Destroying me.
Sebastian filled me after several more minutes of just raw sex. Sex that I loved way too much. This... I gave into Seb because I’d been on edge. Close to cracking.
Please let me come out of this weekend in one piece.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sebastian
Igrabbed coffee in the hotel lobby early the next morning. Not to wake up, but to stay awake. I lost count of how many times I’d taken Kennedy throughout the night. I couldn’t help myself.
Tristan came walking toward the seating area in the front lobby with a woman wearing a pale green dress. My cousin’s double-breasted navy suit looked like it’d been painted on him. The guy could have been a freaking model. “Seb, this is Samantha, our event planner.”
“Nice to meet you, Samantha,” I said, shaking her hand.
“We’re all set for this weekend,” Samantha said. “When Kennedy gets here, tell her to come see me. My staff will go over everything with her, but we’ll take it from here. All she has to do is be a doting maid of honor. Shower your sister with attention.”
Tristan smirked at me.
When Kennedy gets here.
She was upstairs, naked, catching her breath while standing under a hot shower because, well, I got kind of messy with her.
Samantha sashayed off and Tristan grinned knowingly at me. “Yeah, so when Kennedy gets here...”
“Dick.” I punched him, nearly spilling my coffee.
“Did my idea help?”
“You have no idea.” I breathed in, feeling great.
“Sorry about bringing up the vacation last night.” Tristan brushed a hand down the back of his long neck.
“Mmmm.” I burned my lip on the coffee. “Yeah, I didn’t think Kennedy would sleep with me if we started talking about megoing on your sex cruise. And let’s make sure we’re clear, I’d just be going to get some sun, warm up from this freaking cold snap.”
“It’snota sex cruise.” Tristan rolled his eyes and sat in one of the lobby’s wing chairs near the elevators. “It’s a regular cruise, but when you spot someone there for the same reason, it’s game on.”
“And does anyone ever tell you no?”
“Me?No.” Tristan sawed off a laugh.
“And in all the years you’ve gone on this cruise, have you ever met a woman you think you could have something real with?”
“Nope.” Tristan checked his phone.
“No, because you never met someone you’d want something with? Or you’re just not open to it, period?”
Tristan’s face turned red. “Who would want something real with me after a week of giving myself away to strangers?” His eyes turned hooded and I saw shame there.
I used my swig of coffee to look away. “I’m no one to dish out relationship advice, I guess. Kennedy,my wifewon’t come to San Francisco with me.”
“You asked her again?”
“Yeah. At the bakery. Thanks for the heads-up that she’d be there, by the way. Gave me the chance to talk to her before doing it in front of my parents.” I breathed. “She said no. That woman is stubborn.”
“Takes one stubborn goat to know another one, Seb.” Tristan leaned forward. “What happened to you guys?”
