Page 11 of Ruthless Billionaire Daddy

No.

“For him to change everysinglething that’s wrong with my car so by the time I get the bill I would’ve been able to afford a brand-new car? No, thank you.”

I watched as Sebastien closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When he opened his eyes, any gentleness I had seen earlier had vanished, and bossy Sebastien was back.

“Your car will be safe here. Call your mechanic tomorrow. Get your things. I’m dropping you home.”

Girl, you and I both know that you don’t have cab fare, let this man drop you home.

“Fine.”

I grabbed my handbag and unbuckled my seatbelt. Sebastien opened the door for me and I stepped out.

After securing my car, Sebastien placed his hand on my lower back, and I tried not to trip over my own two feet as my legs suddenly felt like goo. We made our way to his car, and he opened the passenger door for me, dropping his hand from my back as I slid in.

As I buckled my seatbelt, I still felt the warmth from where his hand had been. It wasn’t long before I wondered how his hand would feel on other parts of my body and a blush spread across my cheeks. The closing of his car door brought me back to reality.

A man like Sebastien will never date a woman like you.

He started the engine, and we drove out of the parking lot. I looked out the window.Just hold out for one more hour and you won’t have to see him till Monday.

Chapter 5 - Sebastien

For the third time, I glanced over at Delilah, who sat so closely against the door that if someone had opened it, she’d have fallen right out. She was looking out the window, totally ignoring me.

What do you expect after keeping her back hours after closing time?

The truth was that even though I had spent most of the week with her, I couldn’t resist stealing just a bit more after everyone had left. I knew she was angry, and those eyes of hers looked like storm clouds during our 'discussions.' I knew that I had given her hell that week, but something about seeing her fired me up and turned me on.

Delilah didn’t even say anything when I turned onto the street that led to her neighborhood. I didn’t have to ask where she lived because I had followed her home each night to ensure she got home safely.

I focused on my surroundings and looked in the rearview mirror; Tony was right behind me. I detested the area. Paint was peeling off the buildings, and some of them even had cracks running along the walls. It looked like a neighborhood where crack addicts were rampant and shootings occurred every night. I pulled up in front of Delilah’s apartment building.

The streetlight at the front was broken, and a couple was arguing loudly in the building about who was supposed to do the dishes. The building looked like it was on the verge of being condemned. Two guys and a lady stumbled into the apartment building, laughing loudly, talking about what would happen once they got behind closed doors.

Delilah unbuckled her seatbelt and clutched her handbag tightly but didn’t look in my direction when she spoke.

“Thank you for the ride. Mr. Quantum.”

She stepped out of the car, and I was on her heels. I saw from the corner of my eye that Tony had also gotten out. I grabbed Delilah’s arm more roughly than I'd meant to and brought her to a stop. She stumbled and I pulled her against me just in time, her breasts pressed to my chest. Her breathing increased for a fraction of a second before she pulled away from me and steadied herself.

“Delilah, why are you living here?”

Before, I couldn’t ask her these questions, because she’d wonder how I knew where she lived. But now that I'd dropped her home, I needed answers. “Dean could pay for a luxurious apartment anywhere,” I added, my brow lifted.

I knew how protective Dean was of Delilah, especially after their parents died. He’d never let Delilah live in a dump like this.

“Wait, does he know you’re living here?”

She glared at me, and something stirred within me.

“Where I live is none of your business, nor is it Dean’s. You insisted on dropping me home and you did. Leave.”

There was no way I was going to leave without getting the answers I wanted, not when I had the opportunity to do so. I followed her up the stairs to her apartment. The concrete stairs were chipped, and a part of the railing was missing.

A horrible stench filled my nostrils, but either Delilah didn’t smell it, or she was accustomed to it, and the fact that she could be bothered me.

“Delilah, living in a place like this is not safe, especially for a woman. Places like these have way too many petty crimes and violence against women.”

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