Chapter 12

When Sebastian woke up the next morning with the biggest boner he'd ever gotten, he knew he was so far gone. Groaning, he turned on his stomach. Blood filled his manhood, causing his shaft to throb painfully, so painfully he had to turn on his back once more in an attempt to ease the soreness.

He didn't remember ever feeling so hot and bothered over a woman. Because of the kind of life he'd had to live, he made it a note never to have a lasting relationship with any woman. Sure, he'd had his share of lovers and he even considered himself attractive so it'd never been a problem getting girls but it had never been anything more than physical lust. He'd never been overcome with a fierce urge to possess any woman like he had with his next-door neighbor. Sebastian didn't understand it. What was it about her that drove him crazy so? She was rude, impertinent and annoying and very, very beautiful and yesterday, in that skimpy one-piece she'd worn, he would've given anything to put one of those luscious breasts of hers in his mouth.

His eyes found the small alarm clock on his bedside. His wedding was in a few hours. His parents were probably shitting hot stones. He didn't want to think about his mother. He loved the woman so, but sometimes, she could be such a puppet in his father's hands. He refused to be controlled.

Sebastian was aware that he didn't have to hide like he was doing now. He could've stayed in Paris with Mitch, could've attended the meetings they'd both had, could've just said a simple 'no' and went on with his life but that would've meant his parents flying all the way down to find him and bring him home. The attention that came with Billionaire businessman He just needed a place to be until the storm blew past and where better to hide than right under their noses? It wasn't like he hadn't been aware of the wedding. Hell, he'd been first told when he was a teenager. He just hadn't expected the stupid thing to be so soon. He was only twenty-eight for God's sake. Getting married before thirty seemed a little to him like leaving the party before ten pm.

He didn't want a wife. Maybe he'd gotten used to living in the shadows, alone. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted anything to disrupt his routine. Jane, however, he could make time for. He could show her all the ways he could change her life, and the best part, it didn't have to be permanent. He'd found himself wondering not once or twice what she was doing in a small town like Stormbrooke. Was she also trying to get away from someone just like he was? Maybe a boyfriend?

The thought of Jane having a boyfriend left a sour taste on his tongue. Did he know how to handle her? Sebastian desperately wanted to think he didn't. Maybe they were having problems.

He glanced down at his rigid manhood. His cock was still hard and he'd even thought of his parents.

What the fuck?

"Goddammit," He groaned, pulling himself up to sit upright.

He had to get to the beach. Since the tourists/visitors had wandered into town, it seemed like there was a never-ending herd of people at the beach. He loved the water but he wasn't looking forward to meeting people like that moron he'd met yesterday. He certainly hoped he wouldn't lose his sister again.

Crawling out of bed, he walked to the small bathroom in his room. God knew how many cold showers he'd taken since he'd met Jane and God only knew that they hadn't done shit in the way of helping. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own where she was concerned. It never listened to him. He stood under the running water for over twenty minutes before it came down. Sebastian shut his eyes, exasperated. He rested his head against the wall, breathing hard. Last night, he'd wanted to touch her. He'd almost died when he had to step away. Her lips had called out to him, her eyes had teased him. With all the strength in his body, he'd taken those few steps back. Now he was wondering if he'd done the right thing. Who said it had to be complicated?

He wasn't sure how long he could survive without kissing her, without tasting her. Need gripped him each time she was near. Blood rushed to his dick and his mind was filled with all kinds of dirty thoughts about what he could do to her.

If he'd gotten married today, Sebastian wondered, would he like his bride? Would she be beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than Jane? Would he itch to touch her like he did Jane?

Somehow, he doubted it. No sane woman would allow her parents to auction her off to a complete stranger if there wasn't anything wrong with her. It wasn't like he was body shaming, but he preferred to see his women upfront first before going the extra mile with them. That way, he was sure he wouldn't be buying a pig in a poke.

After getting dressed, he checked his email before leaving. His cousin, Mitch, had left him an extremely long rant asking where he was and who he was with and how his parents had been blowing his phone up because they thought they were together.

Sebastian felt sorry for him but this was the job of a best friend. He just had to take it like a man. He wasn't surprised that his parents were ambushing Mitch. He was the only person Sebastian freely let into his life, the only person that should've known where he was.

Maybe it was just good fortune, but Sebastian had seen this coming so it was a good thing, he reckoned, that he hadn't told him.