Chapter 666 Dinner Party (4) Jealousy
Inside the car, the silence was only broken by the sound of heavy breathing.
If it weren't for the sudden ringing of a phone, they might have ended up making love right there.
The sudden sound snapped Dashiell back to reality. He loosened his grip on Seraphina, his eyes refocusing.
Dashiell and the now flushed Seraphina locked eyes. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he was very aware of his own. But he let reason take control.
He moved away from Seraphina, realizing he had definitely drunk too much tonight. Or maybe it was that dream from last night that had him acting out of character.
It made sense, though. Dashiell had needs, and Seraphina had been tempting him all night. Especially in the restroom—was that on purpose? He had barely managed to keep his cool before returning to the private room.
Now, Seraphina's teasing had pushed him over the edge. He moved away again, but she grabbed his clothes, holding on tight.
The meaning was clear.
After a moment of silence, the ringtone blared again, killing the mood. Dashiell sighed. "You should answer the phone," he said, pushing her hand away.
He moved to sit farther from her, letting the cool night air clear his head. Seraphina looked at his back, wondering how someone could change so quickly.
She could feel his desire just moments ago, but now it seemed like an illusion. She adjusted her clothes, sat up, and took out the ringing phone. Seeing Sebastian's name made her nervous.
She gripped the phone tightly, hesitating. How could she explain that she was with Sebastian but had been about to make love with Dashiell?
The phone kept ringing, and Dashiell was thinking. If Seraphina didn't answer, if she hung up or turned off the phone, he might continue what they started. But there were no "ifs."
Seraphina answered after several rings. "Sebastian," she said in the calmest tone she could muster.
Dashiell sneered. Everything that just happened was a normal reaction between a man and a woman, driven by hormones.
"Why didn't you answer? Are you drunk? Do you need me to pick you up?" Sebastian asked.
"No, I'm not drunk. I'm heading to the next party," Seraphina replied.
"Is there another one?" Sebastian asked.
"Yes. Landon hasn't left yet, so we can't either," she said.
"How long until you come back?" he pressed.
"Not sure," she replied.
"Don't get too drunk. You'll feel terrible tomorrow," Sebastian said, his voice full of concern. Everyone in the car could hear it.
"Okay," Seraphina said, her thoughts unspoken. She figured it might be better to talk face to face.She realized she didn't want to be with Sebastian anymore. The more she interacted with Dashiell, the more certain she became. She didn't know how the breakup would affect Sebastian, but she knew staying with him would hurt all three of them. If Sebastian tried to guilt her with threats of suicide, she'd rather be seen as ungrateful and live a miserable life.
Making up her mind, Seraphina said, "Sebastian, I won't say much. I'm almost at the destination."
"Take care of yourself," Sebastian replied.
"Okay." With that, Seraphina hung up.
She turned to look at Dashiell, about to say something, but the car stopped. She watched as Dashiell opened the door and reached out to grab his hand. Just as she touched his fingertips, he pulled away instantly.
Dashiell didn't want to be touched by her at all.
"Dashiell," Seraphina called out, but he slammed the car door shut. She bit her lip, confused about his feelings. Was his loss of control just a physical instinct?
She got out of the car and saw Dashiell already walking into the nightclub, not waiting for her or looking back. She felt terrible, knowing her current relationship status was unfair to him. She decided that once she sorted things out with Sebastian, she'd have a proper talk with Dashiell.
With this thought, Seraphina calmed down a bit, pressing her lips together. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't realized her lips were swollen and broken from Dashiell's bites.
"Ms. Everhart," a man's voice suddenly called from behind, startling her. She had been reminiscing about her kiss with Dashiell. She exchanged a few perfunctory words with the person who approached and walked into the private room together.
Inside, everyone started drinking again. As soon as Seraphina sat down, someone came to toast her. She glanced at Dashiell, who was talking to Landon and completely ignoring her. She drank with the others, feeling increasingly angry as Dashiell didn't give her a single glance, treating her like a stranger.
Typical behavior—kissing her and then shying away from any responsibility, wasn't it? Upset, Seraphina wanted to confront Dashiell. Just then, the door to the private room opened, and a young woman walked in, heading straight for Dashiell and affectionately taking Landon's arm. "Dad."
"You're here," Landon beamed. "Let me introduce you. This is Dashiell, the general manager of Everhart Bank." He turned to Dashiell and said, "Dashiell, this is my daughter, Natalia Carter."
Seraphina rolled her eyes. She saw Dashiell extend his hand with a smile, saying, "Hello, Ms. Carter."
"Hello, Mr. Rainier," Natalia responded gracefully.
Dashiell and Natalia shook hands firmly, and Seraphina was furious. Just moments ago, he had been so disdainful when she tried to touch him. Now, he was smiling brightly while shaking hands with Natalia.
Damn it.
Seraphina returned to her seat, refusing to look at Dashiell.
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