Page 118 of Mr. Aster
“Hey, Jim,” I heard Sebastian say as I misted detangling spray into my hair. “No, we’re okay, and everything is fine … Seriously, I’ll deal with her and all that other bullshit tomorrow … Why don’t we meet in the morning and talk about it? … Okay, sounds good … See you then. Bye.”
When I thought that was the end of the calls, I heard him sigh in annoyance again.
“Hey, Jake. What’s up?” he said. “No, we’re good. You don’t have?—”
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I covered my smile, grabbed the other robe, and walked out to where Sebastian sat defeated on the bed. I tossed the robe to him, “Don’t be too upset. These guys bailed your ass out tonight.”
He smiled at me. “This is why I don’t ask for favors,” he said, getting off the bed and walking to his luggage. “I don’t appreciate being indebted to anyone and having to do shit like this to show my gratitude.”
He kissed me on the nose, “There’s a package for you next to my luggage. I’m sure you’ll find the gift handy for entertaining in our room tonight.”
“Lingerie?” I questioned with a laugh as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.
“If only I’d thought of that. I really could’ve made our guests regret intruding on us tonight,” he winked, kissed me on the nose, and disappeared from the room, walking toward where everyone must’ve been waiting on the other side of the door to get the details of what went down tonight.
I walked over to Sebastian’s luggage and saw a large black box placed neatly in the closet with a large silk gold ribbon tied neatly around it, forming a perfect bow in the middle.
I’d never been fortunate enough to receive a fancy treat like this before, and suddenly, I felt like quite the princess. So, in perfect, Cinderella-type fashion, I gently tugged the ribbon to unravel it and slowly opened the box to find the most beautiful silky set of La Perla pajamas perfectly folded and tucked inside.
I pulled out the top, amazed by how luxurious the buttery, smooth silk felt in my hands. It was a long-sleeved, button-down shirt with a notched collar featuring delicate mother-of-pearl buttons and refined piping along the edges, cuffs, and pocket. The matching pants were tailored with an elastic waistband,offering a relaxed yet flattering fit with matching pearl-toned piping along the hem.
I smirked, loving every ounce of this and knowing that this gift would’ve made me roll my eyes a week ago. It wasn’t the expensive brand that made my heart leap in my chest; it was that Sebastian had surprised me with such a gift at all.
The last thing I expected to be gifted from the guy was a pajama set, which made it so much sweeter for some reason. I wasn’t used to being spoiled like this. I didn’t care if they were thrift shop pajamas or the world’s most expensive set. It was touching that he’d thought of me, and that made me feel special
At the bottom of the box, I found a matching black lace bra and underwear set and a card:
For my beautiful Darcy,
You’ve made my heart so happy over these
last few weeks. I hope you’ll enjoy relaxing in this attire
while I feed you chocolate-covered strawberries all day in
our room.
“What an adorable, romantic man,” I said softly, eating up this moment and changing quickly into my lounge set to join the laughing group of guests in the living area of this massive suite.
“There she is,” Natalia said with a laugh as I entered the room. She sat between Spencer and Jake, and I was relieved there weren’t more people. “Don’t you dare tell me you two were up here getting pajamas on for bed when we intruded on you?”
“What does it look like to you?” I questioned with a beaming smile.
“Like you’ve had a couple of glorious rounds to make up for the shit show that happened down in that ballroom tonight,” Natalia said, arching an eyebrow at me. “I’m sorry we interrupted, honey,” she eyed me, then smiled at Sebastian.
“I am, too,” Sebastian played back.
“Just when I thought I’d get your man’s sexy ass in my bed tonight, too,” Jake chuckled. “Seriously, though,” he brought his attention back to Sebastian, “John is going to shit himself when he sees the video Ashley took.”
“If that bullshit gets out on social media?—”
“Collin and Jake are immature children in situations such as these,” Spencer interrupted Sebastian, “but you have nothing to fear. Ashley is nothing if not discreet.”
“I don’t plan on even texting that. John can get his ass over here and see it for himself on Ash’s phone before we delete it.”
“My father is going to lose his shit when my mother bitches to him about her plans backfiring,” Sebastian said. “It’s about time, too. She’s been off the leash for too long regarding her sons.”
