Page 35 of Forever His Favorite
Taylor stumbled back, frowning. “What’s the hurry? Where are you—”
At the doorway, Lucas paused, his hand tightening on the frame.
“That ring… it was always Emily’s wish. To wear it. To marry me. I couldn’t give it to her then, but this time, I’ll erase every regret I ever left in her heart.”
Before anyone could stop him, he stormed out.
The door slammed shut, rattling the frame.
***
Emily sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling as she snapped a photo of her hand. The diamond on her finger caught the soft light, sparkling like fire. She sent the picture to Jeremy, her lips still curved in a shy smile.
Almost instantly, his video call came through. She answered, lifting her hand to the camera, flashing the ring proudly as her smile widened. “Well?” she teased. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
Jeremy’s eyes widened as he leaned closer to the screen. “Wait—Sebastian gave you this?”
Emily’s cheeks flushed as she nodded. “That’s my wedding ring. He bought it for me today.”
Jeremy stared at it for a long moment before smirking. “So… you’ve got that man wrapped around your finger already, don’t you?”
Emily’s brows knitted, and she chided sharply, though a small blush crept over her cheeks. “I don’t have anyone wrapped around my finger. Do you really think someone like Sebastian could ever be controlled by anyone?”
Jeremy chuckled knowingly. “I already figured as much. The man looks like the devil himself. No chance he’s any different with you.”
Emily turned her head to the side, biting her lip to hide her smile. When she looked back, her voice softened. “He’s not as cruel as everyone thinks. At first, I was terrified of him too. I thought he was dangerous. Even his eyes scared me. But after living with him, I realized he’s not like that.”
Jeremy snickered. “He’s just being nice to you. I’ve seen him outside. To everyone else, he’s still the same terrifying demon.”
Emily snorted with laughter, unable to hold it in.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open. Sebastian stepped inside, already changed into his nightclothes. His eyes narrowed faintly, catching the tail end of her amusement.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
Emily jumped slightly, ending the call in a hurry and setting the phone aside. “Nothing. Just talking to Jeremy,” she said quickly.
Sebastian came over and sat beside her on the bed. His gaze softened when it landed on her. He held out a glass. “Here. Drink this.”
Emily blinked at it, tilting her head. “What is it?”
“Something to help you sleep,” he replied. “You’ve been tense all day. This will calm you down.”
She looked from the glass to his eyes, her lips curling into a small pout. “Can I not? I don’t like medicines…”
A flicker of worry showed in his eyes. “Just a little,” he urged softly.
She still didn’t look convinced. So he lifted the glass to his lips, took a slow sip, then caught her face in his hand, tilting her chin up. Before she could react, his mouth sealed over hers, warm and demanding, pouring the taste of the drink into her. His lipsmoved against hers as she gasped, the burn of the liquor slipping down her throat mixed with the heat of his kiss.
Her eyes fluttered shut, breath caught in her throat as she swallowed. By the time he pulled back, her chest was rising and falling fast.
When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushing her cheek, his voice was low and rough. “Does it taste bad now?”
Her breath shuddered out of her. She shook her head quickly, denying it.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, already raising the glass to his mouth again, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Her eyes widened. Before he could take another sip, she snatched the glass from his hand, cheeks flaming, and downed the rest in one go. The liquid burned down her throat, her blush deepening as she shoved the empty glass back at him and slipped beneath the covers, hiding her face.
