Page 2 of Corrupted Memories
Despair settles in my heart when I’m certain these pills are fake. There’s some doubt he would purposely try to knock me up. But on the other hand, he’s done nothing but talk about us getting married and having kids the last few months. I always laugh it off, especially since it’s coming from a man who won’t even confess his feelings. And after what I witnessed, this is only a drop in the bucket.
“GIANNA!” My brother’s shout snaps me back into the present, and I realize I’ve dropped the phone.
“I’m sorry, I’m here,” I squeak, throwing my medication under the bed. No way am I taking that with me.
“Fifteen minutes. There will be a carin fifteen minutes. Are you—” My brother pauses. “Is that too long?”
“I’m safe at the moment.”
He exhales loudly, and then he’s back in work mode. “Pack light. Grab only essentials. Wear darker clothes to blend into the night. I’ll see you soon.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, my throat threatening to close up with emotion.
He sighs. “You’re always my first priority. If you’re not in that car in about—thirteen minutes, my guys have been given permission to use any force necessary.”
“I understand,” I tell him, shoving the last few items into my backpack as he hangs up. I’m zipping it up when I hear the lock on my door turning, and I shove my bag into my desk chair.
There’s only one person who has their own key to my room. He must have driven here because walking would have taken twice as long.
His icy eyes catch mine as he steps through, and a petrifying shiver hums under my skin.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, my heart pounding, but proud I’m able to keep the wistful tone I’d usually use with him.
“I thought I would walk you back once you’re done getting ready.” He steps closer, and I try to relax thetension in my shoulders. He pauses, his eyes narrowing before they drag down the length of my body. I’m in the same leggings and shirt he saw me in this morning. A shirt that didn’t have a stain on it. I’d hoped he wouldn’t notice, but I’m kidding myself since he’s the most observant man I know. Rubbing a hand down my leg to wipe off the nerves, I have to think of a way to distract him.
I shift, cocking my hip and placing my hand on it with a grin. “Well, that’s perfect.”
“Is it?” he asks, almost mockingly.
I nod, stepping closer to him, praying my hands don’t shake as I grab his shirt and push my body against his. “Yes, because now I don’t have to drag you back. We can just stay here.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “You don’t want to go? It’s Friday.”
“Nope.” I pop the word with my lips and flutter my eyelashes at him. I trace a finger up the middle of his shirt, hooking it at the parted top so the next button comes undone. “I had an exciting class today and wanted to try something new.”
His hands snap around me, startling me as one grips my hip and the other slides around my nape, keeping my head in place and facing him. “And you didn’t say anything earlier because?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, faking innocence with a single, slow blink. “I’m a bit embarrassed to ask.”
The heat in his eyes flares, and he keeps his hold tight as he walks me backward to the bed. Right when the back of my knees reach the edge of the mattress, I push at his chest to stop.
“The lesson was about empowerment. Women's empowerment and how a little control in the bedroom could potentially boost your confidence.”
“Control?” he asks, his face unreadable.
“Now, lie down.” I push against his chest again, making him take a step back. I smirk and lean over to open the nightstand and grab the silk ties he uses on me regularly.
Sebastian stares at me silently for a few seconds before moving around to sit on my bed. I wave my hand, telling him to scoot back more, and he squints his eyes.
“One time,” I beg, pouting. “And then you can do whatever you want.Nothingoff limits.”
His tongue drags across his bottom lip, and he flashes his teeth wickedly. “Nothing? You said I was never allowed back there again.”
I shrug, pushing against his shoulders to move him back more as I crawl onto the bed. Of course hismind would immediately jump to anal. I hover above him on my knees, my thighs straddling his legs. “You have to promise to be gentler this time. It hurt for days after.”
“I can’t control the size of my dick, Anna.” He chuckles, lazily moving his wrists so they rest against the bars of my headboard.
I love this man entirely, even as I plan to run from him, and I’ve never heard him say my real name. Guilt tugs inside me at the use of my nickname, a name my brother had me adopt when I started school. When we finally inherited everything from our parent’s death, he said it was safer to go with shortened versions of our names for anyone who may be looking to latch onto us for our money.
