Chapter 50

Chapter 50

BLAIRE

The car continued its relentless course through unfamiliar streets, my

apprehension growing with each passing moment. The image of Blaze

alone in the hospital bed haunted my thoughts.

“Stop the car. I'll just call your boss and talk to him. I can’t meet him

right now,” I insisted, a desperate plea to regain control of the situation.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. But I have orders. And Mr. Foster ordered me to

bring you to him,” the driver responded with unwavering determination,

emphasizing the authority behind the directive.

It didn't take long before we reached our destination. And as I

expected, the car stopped in front of Sebastian's hotel. I was planning

to call him about our meeting, but it completely slipped my mind. I was

too busy taking care of Blaze, and I forgot to ask him to reschedule our

appointment.

As we got inside the hotel, my heart echoed with each beat, a

resounding reminder of the unpredictable circumstances that led me to

this point.

“This way, ma'am,” the man guiding me spoke, his steps resonating in

tandem with my anxious pulse.

We entered the elevator, and with each passing floor, the anticipation

intensified. The silence within the confined space mirrored the

unspoken tension, amplifying the gravity of the impending conversation

with Sebastian.

The elevator’s ascent mirrored the rise of tension within me, each floor

bringing me closer to a meeting that held both uncertainty and potential

consequences. The silence between us in the confined space

accentuated the unspoken weight of the situation.

As the elevator doors opened on the designated floor, the man led me

down a corridor to a door marked with the hotel's insignia. He knocked,

announcing our arrival, and then opened the door to reveal Sebastian

Foster's presence.

“Miss Banks, thank you for joining us,” Sebastian greeted with a

measured tone, his eyes. betraying a blend of curiosity and scrutiny.

The room, adorned in understated elegance, became the setting for a

dialogue that would unfold against the backdrop of unforeseen

circumstances. The stage was set for a conversation that held the

potential to alter the course of my life and, by extension, Blaze's fate.

“You've

got it all wrong, Sebastian. There's been a misunderstanding. I didn't

intend to

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miss our scheduled meeting

“Really? Please, do tell be answered. It's obvious that he wasn't buying

my explanation.

I tried to come up with something, but it seemed like his enigmatic

presence was so strong that I couldn't come up with anything. I can’t

tell him about Blaze, so I have to think of any reason

T-I had an upset stomach. I couldn't leave my hotel room. I fabricated,

attempting to salvare the situation.

“Is that so? Yet, my men reported seeing you coming out of a coffee

shop.” he countered, his response revealing that my attempt to deceive

him had faltered.

A gulp escaped me, a tangible manifestation of the sinking feeling that

he saw through my lie. The delicate dance of deception now hung in

the balance as I confronted the consequences of my words.

Sebastian's gaze remained steady, unwavering in the face of my

faltering deception. The air thickened with tension as I grappled with

the repercussions of my words.

“II can explain. I was feeling unwell, and I thought a cup of coffee

might help.” I stammered, my attempt to clarify only emphasizing the

fragility of my excuse.

Sebastian leaned back, studying me with a discerning gaze. “Blaire,

you, of all people, know how much I despise liars. His words hung in

the air, underscoring the importance of transparency in our interactions.

The weight of his disapproval settled. on me, and I felt a palpable

tension, realizing that the foundation of trust had been strained. “Maybe

I have been too lenient towards you. Perhaps I should remind you why

you are here,” he added.

A chill crept over my skin, an intangible presence that seemed to

emanate from Sebastian's distant figure. Though no windows were

open, the room felt colder, perhaps. a reflection of the frostiness that

had settled between us.

His measured movements captivated my attention, from placing the

glass of whiskey on the bedside table to traversing the room. Each step

carried an unspoken weight, and my gaze tracked his every move with

a sense of anticipation, uncertain of the direction this encounter would

take. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the

tension unfolding within its confines.

My heart started beating rapidly when I saw him grab a handcuff from

the drawer. I immediately took a step back as he slowly made his way

towards me.

“W-What are you planning to do with that?” I asked as my eyes

widened in shock.

“You can't run away from me, Blaire, he murmured with his usual cold

and baritone

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voice.

“I'm not planning to runaway, Sebastian. You have to believe me!” I

insisted as I continued to step back when he's slowly getting closer to

me. I was startled when my back eventually hit the wall, indicating that I

already had nowhere to go. I turned around to a minute, hoping I could

find a place to get away from him. But when I turned my head towards

him, he was already standing right in front of me, only inches away

each other,

I gasped for air when he suddenly slammed me against the wall. He

then grabbed both of my wrists and pinned it above my head.

“W-What are you doing? Y-You can't do this, Sebastian!” I tried to

resist. But his large frame pressing against my b*dy is preventing me

from doing so.

“I can't?” He smirked before he slowly lowered his head until they were

inches away from each other. “Watch me,” he whispered, his breath

brushing against my face.

My breath caught as he continued fastening the handcuffs around my

wrists. Relief washed over me when he finally stepped back, putting a

tangible distance between us. “This is illegal detention! I can sue you!” I

exclaimed, defiance lacing my words.

“I'd like to see you try,” he smirked, the curve of his lips holding a hint of

amusement. that sent a shiver down my spine. The room seemed to

close in, a confined space amplifying the intensity of our confrontation.

The room echoed with the sharp sound of the door locking behind him.

Alone, I assessed the severity of my situation, handcuffed and at the

mercy of circumstances. beyond my control.

Sebastian approached, his gaze fixed on me. “You had choices, Blaire.

You could have been honest, but instead, you chose to lie to me.”

“Please, Sebastian, you have to let me go!” I pleaded. “I promise I'll be

back tomorrow night. Just give me enough time.”

“Enough time for what, Blaire? Enough time to run away with your

boyfriend?” His words struck me, leaving me momentarily stunned. I

shook my head as I regained my composure. “No, I'm not!”

The room's tension intensified, hanging thick in the air, as our

exchange became a battleground of conflicting emotions and

unresolved history.

Sebastian's piercing gaze held mine, his scepticism evident. The

weight of his suspicion bore down on me, and I searched for words to

bridge the growing chasm between us.

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“I'm not running away with anyone,” I asserted, desperation seeping

into my voice. “Please, I'm begging you. I need to leave.”

A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, and for a moment,

it seemed as though he was grappling with a decision that extended

beyond our tangled past.

“Is he that important to you that you have to beg just to see him?”

Sebastian's words cut through the air, carrying an undercurrent of

bitterness.

I wanted to believe it was pain that quickly spread across his face, but

the weight of our shared history cast doubt on the sincerity of his

emotions. The lingering wounds. between us formed an unspoken

barrier, leaving me uncertain about the true motivations behind his

actions.

The silence hung heavy in the room, and

en, unexpectedly, Sebastian released a heavy sigh. “Fine, Blaire. I'll

give you until tomorrow night, but you better keep your promise. If

you're not back by then, don’t expect any mercy.”

Relief washed over me, but I knew I was merely granted a temporary

reprieve. The gravity of my situation remained, and as I left his

presence, the shadow of uncertainty loomed, casting a pall over the

fleeting sense of freedom.

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