Morning Revelation

The first thing I heard was a rhythmic sound—soft grunts and the faint creak of movement. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light spilling into the room. Sebastian was in the middle of a workout, his body moving fluidly as he pushed through sit-ups and push-ups, his muscles taut and rippling with every motion.

I sat up, still groggy, and couldn’t help but watch for a moment. The sight was mesmerizing—his abs flexing, his arms bearing the weight of his body with effortless strength. But then worry crept into my mind, and I quickly spoke up.

“Sebastian, you shouldn’t be doing that! You’re still recovering,” I said, my voice laced with concern.

He paused mid-push-up, glancing at me with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Ariella. It’s just light exercise. I’m testing my strength, feeling my muscles again. It’s healthy, I promise.”

I frowned, unsure if I should argue, but his tone left no room for protest. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching him continue. He was determined, his movements precise, and as he stood up moments later, I couldn’t help but admire him.

His body was a masterpiece—lean but powerful, his abs perfectly defined. The light from the window highlighted every curve, every muscle. My cheeks burned as I realized I was staring, but he didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he did and just didn’t say anything.

After a few stretches, he turned to me, his expression thoughtful. “I’ll be going out today,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Out?” I repeated, confused.

“Yes,” he replied. “There’s a meeting I need to attend. It’s important, and I’d like you to come with me.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Me? Why not take your team? Isn’t that what they’re for?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “They all have their own tasks to handle. This is something I want to handle personally, and I want you there with me. Can I count on you?”

His words left me stunned. I nodded slowly, still processing what he’d just said. “Okay… I’ll come.”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied smile. Then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, he asked, “Join me for a bath?”

I froze, my eyes widening in shock. “What?”

He smirked at my reaction. “You heard me. Come on, it’ll be… refreshing.”

I didn’t know whether to be mortified or excited, but the idea made my heart race. His playful smirk told me he was serious, but there was something gentle in his tone that reassured me. Hesitantly, I nodded, my stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Sebastian loosened his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I couldn’t help but admire the sheer perfection of his form—his muscles were sculpted but not overbearing, just the right balance of strength and elegance.

I took a deep breath and removed my gown, the fabric slipping off my shoulders and pooling at my feet. The warmth of the bathroom enveloped me as I stepped into the shower with him.

The water cascaded down, and I stood there for a moment, simply watching as he washed himself. The sight was immaculate—every movement deliberate, every drop of water tracing the lines of his body.

He paused and turned to me, holding out the sponge. “Your turn,” he said, his voice calm and inviting.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. This was a first for me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel. But his gaze was steady, encouraging, and I found myself reaching for the sponge.

As I began to wash him, I focused on every inch, determined to do it right. I scrubbed gently but thoroughly, and he let out a soft chuckle.

"What’s so funny?” I asked, glancing up at him.

“The way you wash me,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “It reminds me of my childhood. My mom used to do the same thing when I rushed my baths. She’d send me back to the bathroom and wash me herself until she was satisfied.”

I laughed, the sound echoing softly in the tiled space. “I guess I’m just thorough.”

“You are,” he said, his tone lighter now.

I rinsed the soap off his body, turning the shower back on to let the water do its work. Then, he took the sponge from my hand.

“My turn,” he said, his voice low and steady.

I didn’t hesitate. I handed him the soap, feeling a rush of warmth as he began to wash me. His touch was firm but gentle, and I couldn’t help but smile. Every movement was precise, every stroke deliberate, and I felt a happiness I couldn’t quite describe.

When his fingers brushed against sensitive spots, I laughed, unable to contain the ticklish sensation. He smiled at me, his own laughter joining mine, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

After rinsing off, we stepped out of the shower, both of us glowing with happiness. He leaned in and kissed me—a soft, lingering kiss that left me breathless.

Our clothes were already prepared, neatly ironed and laid out. I slipped into a professional outfit—a simple white shirt paired with tailored black trousers and a monkey jacket. It was clean, elegant, and practical.

Sebastian, on the other hand, looked impeccable in his suit. The crisp lines and dark fabric highlighted his sharp features, and I couldn’t help but admire him all over again.

As he adjusted his tie, he began to brief me. “The meeting today is important,” he said. “We’ll be discussing something crucial, so I need you to stay sharp.”

I nodded, taking in his words. There was a seriousness in his tone that told me this wasn’t just any meeting—it was something that mattered deeply to him.

We walked downstairs together, our footsteps echoing softly in the corridor. The car waiting for us in the parking lot was a sleek McLaren GT, its glossy black exterior gleaming under the morning sun.

Sebastian had chosen to go low-profile, but there was no hiding the attention we drew as we made our way to the car. Every pair of eyes in the compound was on us, watching as we walked side by side.

I felt a surge of pride and confidence. For the first time in a long while, I felt professional, like I was part of something bigger.

Sebastian opened the car door for me, a small but meaningful gesture, and I slid into the passenger seat. As the engine purred to life, I glanced at him, my heart swelling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

This was a new chapter—a new beginning. And I was ready for whatever came next.