2️0. Gossips, and the length she could go for it.

EVEN BEFORE Julia stepped back into the ballroom she knew there was no way she would dance again, even if she wanted to.

Her mind was in chaos and it was all Sebastian's fault! Her mind was racing, and she wasn't sure she knew how to behave.

Sitting out the next dance would be the best option. If any gentleman should ask for a dance. She would tell him the same thing she has been telling his predecessor. "I think I might have injured my ankle." With the way she dressed and looked that was the only thing, she knew that could stop them from smouldering her.

Funny enough, Vicky seats out with her.

How strange!

The lengths she could go for gossip!

Even though Vicky pretended as if she was not interested in who kissed her. The few glances she threw her every five minutes still gave her away.

At the moment, she looked as if she would expire from the lack of information.

However, after another five minutes, Julia felt someone tug at her dress. She looked down and saw Vicky making cow eyes at her. At that moment Vicky looked very adorable and innocent. "Who was it?" She whined. "Haven't I exercised enough patient?"

Julia raised a brow, so this was what this was about? Vicky thought if she waited longer that she might be tempted to spill the beans. Julia huffed and compressed her mouth, turning the other way. As long as she was concerned, nothing was getting past these lips.

Seeing this, Vicky scowled and thought of another strategy she could use to make Julia talk.

Ignorant of Vicky trouble. Julia drifted in and out of her thoughts, her mind racing, thinking of all the things she has done with Sebastian. what she had let Sebastian do to her. All the places his hands had touched her. He had been about to touch her there! In between her legs! Julia wanted him, even though she knew he was no good for her. He wasn't what she wanted but Cole, yes, lord Tonfield was who she should be encouraging. He was her only hope now. It wouldn't do to throw away a lifetime of struggle over a one time pleasure. No! She wouldn't succumb.

Even as she thought about all these things. Even as her mind craved all these things her body craved another. Her body ached for Sebastian. Her sex wanted him buried deep within her.

She wanted Sebastian and there was no denying that fact.

"Was it Wychford?" Vicky asked Julia turned, momentarily at a loss of what Vicky was asking her.

Seeing that Julia didn't understand. Vicky wanted to cry. She pouted. "Was it Wychford that kissed you? I saw the way he was looking at you." She hesitated. "As if he wanted to eat you."

Julia looked at Vicky in disbelief. "How would you even know how that looks like?"

"Trust me, I know what it looks like. But he is not the one. Is he?" Vicky asked, shamelessly fishing for information.

Julia folded her arms and furrowed her brows. "He is not the one."

"Then who?"

Julia opened her mouth to answer, but then she saw the bright smile on Vicky's face and scowled. "Wipe that excitement from your face. I won't be telling you anything."

Vicky grabbed Julia's right arm with her hands before she rested her cheeks on her shoulders. In a tiny voice, she said: "why won't you tell me? If you don't tell me who else would you tell."

Julia ignored her. However, after ten seconds, the next thing she heard was a cute childlike voice saying "Pleaseeee. Pleaseeeee! Vicky was gently tugging her arm as she said this. Her expression softened, her eyes wide with her lips turned up into a cute adorable pout.

Julia blinked. shocked that Vicky would result to such tactics. She disengaged her arm from Vicky's grasp least she forgets herself and spills all the secrets! that not only was she kissed, but she was also ravished. In the garden!

After she realised that Julia would not be saying anything. Vicky shamelessly resolved to the silent treatment. She folded her arms and threw her face the other way. Inwardly her heart ached. So she would not get any gossip from Julia!

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FROM HIS POSITION on the north side of the room where he was leaning against a pillar, Sebastian gritted his teeth together as he watched as every available gentleman within the vicinity made cow eyes at Julia.

And she wasn't even aware!

He wanted to go over there and trounce every single one of those men. Horrified at the direction his thoughts where going Sebastian removed himself from where he was standing and made quick purposely step towards them.

God! How it hurts to look at her.

He was getting hard again just by looking at her.

As soon as he made it to where they were sitting he gripped Vicky's wrist and tugged. "Come on, ready yourself, we are leaving, now."

"Now!" Vicky cried. She hasn't even been able to extract the juicy information from Julia, and now Sebastian wanted to leave.

"But the ball is not even over yet," she whined.

"I know, still we are leaving."

Vicky wanted to make a fuse but with one look at Sebastian she shut her up. He looked as if he was barely holding himself.

What happened? She thought.

And just like that, she let herself be dragged into the carriage.

From where she was sat, Julia wanted to cry. Sebastian had just acted like she did not exist. He barely even glanced at her. After ravishing her in the garden. He acted like she didn't exist! The nerve of the man!

As soon as they were inside his carriage, Sebastian rapped the roof in three quick successions.

"Go," He barked out.

Sensing the urgency in His Master's Voice. The driver reared the carriage to live. Galloping to all the way to Sebastian's townhouse.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Vicky sat still sulking. In her mind, she had already declared war on her brother. She folded her hands and looked at her brother but Sebastian barely gave two thoughts about her. He looked as if he was in deep thought. His features harsh, his chest rising and falling as he clenched and unclenched his hand.

At that moment, he looked as if he was gnashing his teeth together.

Vicky noticed all these things quietly and again Vicky she thought about what must have happened.

As soon as the carriage stopped in front of his townhouse. Sebastian harshly pushed the door open and climbed out. Taking quick purposefully steps to the front door. His silhouette disappearing into the house.

Vicky stared at Sebastian's retreating back with wide-open mouth.

Sebastian had just left without helping her out of the carriage first. How was she supposed to get down!

Vicky swallowed her anger and consoled herself for greater things were ahead. Surely there must be gossip brewing somewhere.

There has to be a reason.

Beckoning for the footman to help her down. She picked up the skirt of her gown and quickly made her way into the house.

As soon as she entered she saw Sebastian entering the study the door banging after him.

Quickly, she followed him.

When she got to the door, she pushed it open a little and saw Sebastian rummaging through the cupboard. Cursing furiously when he could not find what he was looking for.

Vicky's brow furrowed. What was he looking for?

Opening another set of the drawer, Sebastian's started a new search, banging drawer after drawer until his hand connected with a bottle. He lifted it up and peered at it.

Vicky's eyes widen. Her hand covering her mouth. What was Sebastian doing with that bottle? He said he didn't like to take that particular drink, that it was too strong. Now he is here, prepared to take it. In all her life, she could count the times that Sebastian drank from it.

The last time had been when their father died. Yet here he was prepared to drink from it.

She watched him cork it opens hesitating briefly before drinking straight from the bottle!

What had happened, why was Sebastian drinking? She wanted to open the door a little more, but the door chooses that moment to creak.

Sebastian's back stiffened causing Vicky to freeze in her spot.

Sebastian spun and his frosty eyes rested on the door before he narrowed his eyes and cursed profusely then he strode over to the door yanking it open but Vicky was already long gone.

Breathing heavily upstairs in one of the rooms. Her hand clutching her dress as she bit on it. Her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling.