#33 A heartbreaking apology (18+)

I woke up feeling really hot. Sebastian was still wrapped around me like a boa, but this wasn't as frustrating as my dripping and throbbing core. I had yet another wet dream for the man who used to be my Boss. This time, if it wasn't for my pregnancy hormones, it was because that said sex god was sleeping right beside me.
I sighed, trying to untangle myself as silently as possible, and then headed to the bathroom to clean myself. It felt so good having Sebastian sleeping on my bed, and I wish this was our daily routine. I couldn't lie to myself anymore; I liked the caring man Sebastian had turned into, but I wasn't sure how long this would last. Thus, I couldn't let my heart fall for him since the chances of getting hurt once again were high.
My feet led me to the kitchen to drink a cup of fresh water. My mind went back to Clara's words; the woman was really capable of forcing us into marrying each other. I couldn't care less for the high society and all the gossip that would form around my pregnancy. Sebastian and I were adults and perfectly capable of making our own decisions.
On the other hand, I was Sebastian's only chance at having a family. He wasn't ready to let another woman in, so falling in love and getting married wasn't on his plans anytime soon. I knew all too well what the company meant for him. I couldn't forgive myself if I was the reason he'd be banned from the CEO's position.
Walking back into my bedroom, I heard Sebastian murmuring something incoherently. A frown formed on my forehead, and I rushed to the bed. He was grasping the bed sheets tightly, his body rigid. A scowl was plastered on his beautiful face as pearls of sweat formed on his forehead.
"No… Liv… You can't leave me…" he muttered. His voice became louder, and I bit my lower lip, not knowing what to do.
Kneeling beside him on top of the king-size bed, I tried to soothe him. "Sebastian, please wake up. It's just a dream," I whispered, shaking his arm slightly.
An agonizing scream left his mouth as his grey eyes snapped open. I fell on my butt, obviously more scared than him from his abrupt awakening.
"Evelyn, where have you been?" he asked hoarsely and sat on the bed, breathing hard.
"I'm here, Sebastian. It was just a bad dream…"
His grey eyes snapped at my light blue ones; a few stray tears threatened to roll down his face. A gasp escaped my lips, seeing the ruthless billionaire break down in front of me. I moved to sit closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, hiding his face between my breasts.
"It wasn't just a dream…" he breathed out, his voice slightly trembling.
"You're safe, now. It's over…" I soothed my baby's father, brushing my fingers through his dark brown strands.
"I'm responsible for her death, Evelyn… This will haunt me forever."
What was he talking about now? How could this be true?
"I'm afraid I can't understand what you're talking about, Sebastian."
"The other day, I talked to you about Olivia, but I didn't tell you how she died…" he replied, nuzzling against my breasts.
I caressed his hair, giving him some more time to continue talking. These revelations had started to freak me out, and I wasn't sure what else I was about to hear.
He couldn't be a bloody murderer, could he?
"Liv and I were supposed to go on a trip together, an early honeymoon as we used to joke about it. I knew she was very busy with all the preparations for the wedding, so I wanted to make her relax for a few days. It was one of the rare times I decided to take a few days of work and spent them with my fiancée. We decided to fly during the night because we had a lot of things to take care of before leaving," Sebastian recalled.
I gulped down nervously, bracing myself for what he was about to say. He also seemed anxious and took a few deep breaths to compose himself.
"We agreed to meet at the airport, and that meant she'd have to drive there all by herself. She was an excellent driver, but that doesn't apply to every person who sits behind the wheels. On the road to the private airport from where we'd take off, there was a blind curve. From the opposite direction, a truck was coming at full speed. The bastard, who was driving was drunk, and couldn't control the heavy vehicle. He stepped into Liv's lane, and they crashed…"
Sebastian was sobbing by the time he finished explaining to me what happened. I couldn't control the tears that rolled down my cheeks, and I wasn't sure who to comfort first, myself or the heartbroken man in my arms.
"It wasn't your fault, Sebastian. You did nothing wrong. You weren't that truck's drunk driver…" I tried to reason with him.
"But I could have gone and picked her up from her place. I could have prevented this from happening…" the man exclaimed, pulling back to stare at me.
More tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw his red eyes and the dry tracks of tears on his face. He wasn't the fearless billionaire anymore; he was a simple man, grieving for his lost love.
"What if I hadn't let her come alone? What if I was the one driving? What if I had never agreed on that trip? What if I weren't so preoccupied with my work?" Sebastian shouted, running his hand through his hair.
"Stop it!" I yelled, putting an end to his ranting.
He turned to look at me with wide eyes, but he remained silent.
"What if I hadn't accepted the job in your company? What if I hadn't agreed to go to Greece with you? What if I wasn't carrying your baby? What if you had been the one who died that night?" I asked, my voice breaking at the end.
"It was my fault…" he retorted stubbornly.
"No, it wasn't! You don't know what could have happened. You can't predict the future; you can't turn back time. Some things are meant to happen, Sebastian, and you can't interfere or change someone's fate…" I retorted.
He thought my words for a moment and then sighed, "The therapist I'm watching says the same things…"
"You went to a therapist?" I gasped, looking at him with mouth agape.
"You said I needed help, and you were right. I have a lot of shit to deal with, and I want to be better for our baby and for you…" he replied, his eyes boring into mine.
I blinked a few times, staring at him once again with surprise. "You don't have to change for me, Sebastian, but because that's the best for yourself."
"The therapist helps me to deal with my problems. We talked a lot, especially about the way I treated you. I've been nothing but an asshole to you for all these months. I sent you to the hospital, and I almost harmed our baby. What kind of father will I be?" he questioned, throwing his hands in the air.
"You didn't know at the time, and to be honest, I didn't want to tell you. We both made mistakes…" I muttered.
"Really? Well, then, what did I do after I learned about the pregnancy? I threatened you to fucking marry me! I imprisoned you in this loft and forbade you from working…"
I was rendered speechless by his sudden outburst; I never thought he could recognize his mistakes.
"I'm unforgivable, and yet you keep fighting for me and have faith in me. You even agreed to help today with the engagement party. I've done nothing to deserve the kindness you're showing me, Evelyn…"
I bit my lower lip and sat on the bed, caressing my tummy softly. Sebastian's hands gently grabbed mine, and my eyes went back to his face.
The ruthless billionaire looked guilty and remorseful. "I thought that spending a night with you would be enough to make me forget you; it'd be enough to extinguish the blazing fire that burns inside me. I fell for you, but I was too scared to admit my feelings, to let myself love another person again…"
"Please, Sebastian, stop…" I whispered breathlessly. His words made my heart fill with love and, at the same time, ache with pain.
"Evelyn, I'm sorry for everything… I pushed you away because I thought this would save us both from all the pain. But I was wrong! You brought light and joy to my life, you made me smile, and you reminded me what love means. Now, I can see my mistakes, and I want to fight for you, for our baby, and for me. I want a better future for us…"
I couldn't tell if the tears that ran down my cheeks were from happiness or sadness. I wasn't sure whether this was real or another dream.
"I'm so sorry, my love…" Sebastian whispered, pulling me closer to him once again. "I know you can't forgive me, but please, let me fight to win your heart again," he continued placing a soft peck on my forehead. "Let me show you what you mean to me," he muttered, kissing my cheek gently.
I closed my eyes and let his soft kisses and his sweet words lure me. My heart was beating erratically inside my chest, and I was afraid it might stop at this very moment. I felt home, safe, and relaxed between his arms.
"Let me love you, Evelyn," Sebastian said softly, and I opened my eyes to gaze at his grey orbs.
"Oh, Sebastian…" I whispered and pulled him closer again, my lips searching for his.
A tame soft kiss, wet and salty from all the tears we both had shed. Sebastian's lips danced with mine softly, cherishing me and showing me that he meant each word he had said. How could I deny this heartbreaking apology; how could I resist his addicting sweet kisses.
A soft moan escaped my lips when he nibbled and sucked my lower lip, granting him access to my mouth. His tongue danced with mine and explored my mouth. Sebastian's hands moved across my body, from my back to my hair, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. How I'd missed his lips on mine, his masculine scent, and the way he caressed me.
My throbbing pussy made me bold enough to straddle him and move my hips against his. The friction between my core and the bulge in his pants had me moaning in delight.
"Evelyn…" Sebastian muttered against my lips, and I leaned back to gaze at him. "Are we allowed to have sex?" he questioned, his eyes landing on my tummy.
I nodded, still panting from our making-out session. "Just don't go too hard on me," I added, seeking for his lips once again.
Sebastian smirked once our lips met, and this time he devoured me more passionately. His fingers became braver and reached under my nightgown rubbing my pussy above my lace panties. A gasp escaped his lips when he realized how wet I was.
"Fuck, you're already dripping…" he cursed under his breath.
"Well, I might have had a very inappropriate dream…" I told him, batting my eyelashes at him.
A lopsided grin formed on his lips, and with one swift move, he got rid of my silk nightgown. "What did you dream of?" he asked, his eyes scanning my naked torso.
"I can't tell you…" I replied, fighting the need to rub my hardened nipples.
"You want me to touch you?" the billionaire asked, a sly smirk plastered on his lips.
I sighed and unfastened the buttons of his white shirt. "You can be really infuriating, you know," I grumbled.
Sebastian chuckled and got rid of his shirt, revealing a set of broad shoulders, toned arms, and the four-pack I loved. "Tell me what you want, Evelyn…" he demanded again.
I rolled my eyes at him and laid on my back, tugging my panties off. "Make love to me, please…" I begged him.
"With pleasure, my love…" he said, claiming my lips in his.
For once, I turned off my mind and all the don'ts that troubled me. My heart felt in the right place, and my soul craved for this man. Logic could go to hell when everything else felt so right…
Sebastian's kisses left me breathless once again, but he allowed me to catch my breath while he let a trail of kisses lower to my jaw and neck.
"Oh, Sebastian…" I moaned when my lover nibbled that sweet spot behind my ear that made my insides melt.
The billionaire ignored my soft cries and moved his fingers up and down my chest, caressing the thin red scar on my skin. His lips moved to my right nipple, and he sucked and licked the pink extremity, making it elongate. He cupped my other breast, and his fingers played with my other nipple. My core was shamefully wet, and I wriggled underneath him, desperately seeking some friction.
Pleased with the attention he paid to my breasts, the man moved lower and peppered kisses on my tummy, caressing it softly. A small smile spread on my lips, seeing the soft look he had on his face.
"You're going to be a wonderful father," I whispered to him.
Sebastian smiled, and then he looked at me with knitted brows, "Our daughter is still banned from dating until she's eighteen, though…"
"Yes, sir. Now I'd prefer your lips somewhere else…"
His eyes glistened playfully, before he kissed the inside of my thigh. He liked teasing me and making me beg him. My fingers pulled his dark brown hair when he finally buried his face between my legs. Sebastian kissed my pussy and licked my silk folds hungrily. I moaned loudly when the man sucked on my clit, making my back arch.
"Sebastian… Ah, please…" I moaned, feeling my orgasm already building inside my stomach.
I faintly felt him nodding, and then he pushed two fingers inside me. I cursed loudly, grasping the bedsheets; this man was going to be my death. The pleasurable rubbing inside my core and his sinful tongue led me to my climax. Sebastian curved his fingers, hitting my g-spot, while he sucked on my clit hard. I cried his name as the waves of my orgasm crushed my body. My pussy clenched around his fingers, and my juices ran on my thighs, but he was quick to lick them all.
A few moments later, I opened my eyes to see him smile with satisfaction. He came up to peck my lips softly, and I kissed him fiercely, aroused by the lingering taste of myself on his lips. My fingers caressed his torso, neck, and face as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Sebastian leaned back to look at me, his grey eyes boring into my blue ones. "I missed you…" he whispered, caressing my cheek.
"I missed you, too…" I replied truthfully, making him grin.
He penetrated me slowly, keeping our eyes locked and our fingers intertwined. He thrust in and out of me at a slow pace; this wasn't carnal sex but sweet lovemaking.
"It was you…" I breathed out all of a sudden.
Sebastian looked at me with a small frown, obviously perplexed about what I was talking about.
"I dreamed of you…"
"How many times?" he asked without stopping thrusting inside me.
"Don't flatter yourself; I'm horny because of my hormones…"
Sebastian chuckled and picked up his pace. "From now on, all you have to do is ask, and I shall fulfill your every need."
A blush crept on my cheeks, and I grinned, hearing his promise. I pulled him closer to me and devoured his lips once more. Sebastian's thrusts slowly but steadily led us to our climax. Our intercourse was more intimate this time, driving me to a sweet orgasm. My core spasmed around his shaft, and my lover groaned my name before shooting his semen inside me.
We hugged each other tightly and drifted off into a sweet slumber.
It seemed like I was finally going to get my happily ever after…
If only I knew it wasn't going to be that easy…