Chapter 53

Chapter 53

BLAIRE

Despite my attempt to focus on the menu, Sebastian’s touch on my

thigh sent a subtle tremor through my senses. The delicate dance of

our reunion seemed to intensify with every passing moment.

“Have you decided what you'd like?" he asked, his voice a measured

cadence that barely concealed the undercurrents of emotion between

us.

I glanced at the menu, the words blurring as my mind wrestled with

conflicting thoughts. “I... um, not yet,” I stammered, acutely aware of

the proximity that seemed to amplify the unspoken tension.

“Perhaps I should order for us. If that's fine with you,” he said as his

hand slowly travelled up to my thigh until his hand final rested just a few

inches away from my

centre.

“Y-Yes, that's better, I said, breathing a sigh of relief as I looked at the

waiter completely oblivious of what's happening under the table.

I gasped for air when he fingers started to play with my centre. I

immediately cover my mouth from making any explicit sound. I looked

at him with pleading eyes, trying to signal him to stop. But he never

once took a glance in my direction and continued to order as if

everything was normal.

“For appetizers, we'll start with the delicate truffle-infused oysters.”

The waiter started writing Sebastian's order.

"As for the main course,” Sebastian continued, “I believe the sous-vide

Wagyu beef would be an exquisite choice. Then, paired it with a truffle-

infused demi-glace and a side of truffle mashed potatoes.”

He continued to order our meal while I was trying my best not to get

distracted by his hand in between my legs. I clenched my he ran his

finger across my slit. I was fist whe

hoping he would stop from there, but he didn't. Instead, he proceeded

to insert his fingers inside my wet underwear. My throat suddenly felt

dry when he slid his finger through my entrance.

I immediately grabbed the glass of water and drank it, hoping to moist

my dried throat. I clear my throat, trying to act normal, which I failed,

obviously.

“Are you okay, madam?” The waiter when he noticed my discomfort.

“She's fine,” Sebastian answered for me. “We'll also be having a bottle

of Bordeaux,” he

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added.

“Will that be able, sir?” he asked, bringing back his attention towards

Sebastian.

“Would you like to add anything, love?” Sebastian turned to me and

asked.

I was startled upon him, mentioning my name. I panicked when the

waiter landed his eyes on me. I was so scared that he would notice

anything when he looked at me for more than one minute, so I could

quickly answer to dismiss him.

“No, that would be all. Thank you," I responded.

As the waiter flashed a smile and departed, I seized the opportunity to

discreetly

remove his hand from my legs. Despite his protests, a stern glare

served as a move

His response was a smug smirk. What caught me off guard, though,

was his next move with those fingers. Deliberately, he raised his hand,

sensually sucking his moist

fingertips adorned with my lingering juices.

The atmosphere heated up, creating a mix of arousal and

embarrassment. Blushing, I averted my gaze, attempting to escape the

intensity of his stare.

Suddenly, a low, husky chuckle escaped his lips, resonating through

the charged airs between us. Ignoring my attempt to break free, he

leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to my ear.

“Playing hard to get, are we?" he whispered, his warm breath sending

shivers down my spine.

“W-Where in a public place, Sebastian,” I stammered.

His eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them. “So,

what? Do you really think this will stop me from claiming what's mine?”

he murmured, his fingers tracing light circles on the back of

my hand.

As the tension heightened, I couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry

between us. The restaurant's ambience faded into the background,

leaving only the two of us in this clandestine dance.

I gulped, my voice barely a whisper, “Sebastian, we can't-

His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Can't

or won't?" he challenged, his warm breath caressing my skin.

His fingers continued their tantalizing dance on my hand, each stroke

leaving an indelible mark on the fabric of our shared moment. The air

cra ckled with unspoken desire, and I felt the weight of his gaze, daring

me to surrender to the allure.

“Sebastian, this isn’t the place for...” I started, my protest trailing off as

his lips found

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their way to mine in a soft, lingering k*ss. The world outside our

clandestine bubble blurred, leaving only the sensation of his touch and

the undeniable pull drawing us together.

He pulled back slightly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You're mine,

Blaire. You don’t get to have a say on this. At least show me my

money's worth,” he whispered.

The words hung heavy in the charged atmosphere, shattering the

illusion of a romantic interlude. Reality crashed down on me, dispelling

the fantasy. His touches, once a source of excitement, now served as a

stark reminder of the transaction that defined our connection.

My heart sank, and I looked away, concealing the ache within. “I know

why I'm here. All I'm asking is for you not to treat me like a wh ore,” I

uttered, the bitter truth lingering on my tongue.

He chuckled, a cynical edge to his voice. “I'm paying you to be with me.

Isn't that falls within the same category?”

I glared at him, my fists clenched, fighting the urge to unleash the

frustration building within me. “I can’t believe I let myself believe in

something more,” I whispered to myself, the sting of disappointment

sharp in my words.

“What?” he asked. I'm glad that it wasn't loud enough for him to

understand what I said.

“Nothing. I just want to get this over with,” I replied, my voice tinged

with a mixture of resignation and determination. With a heavy heart, I

pushed aside the shattered remnants of my illusions and focused on

the practicality of the situation.

The air hung heavy with unspoken words as we remained silent while

waiting for our food. The once enchanting ambience of the restaurant

now felt like a gilded cage, trapping us in the remnants of a shattered

romance.

Sebastian's gaze remained detached, his actions mechanical. I, on the

other hand, wavered between numbness and the echo of a lingering

ache. Every touch, every whispered word, was a reminder of what was

lost.

As the night unfolded, I couldn't help but yearn for an escape from this

scripted reality. The clinking of glasses and distant laughter around us

became a distant backdrop to the internal turmoil.

After what seems like forever, our meal has finally arrived. The clinking

of cutlery against plates fills the awkward silence as we start eating.

Sebastian's gaze remains fixed on his plate, a stark contrast to the

vibrant intensity it held earlier. The aroma of the carefully prepared

dishes fails to mask the bitter taste of disappointment lingering in the

air.

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I steal a glance at him, searching for any sign of remorse or

acknowledgement of the emotional wreckage we find ourselves in. Yet,

his expression remains indifferent, as if the charade we're playing is

nothing more than a mundane task.

We were in the middle of our dinner when my phone suddenly rang. I

looked at Sebastian, trying to gauge whether it's fine for me to answer

my phone when I'm with him.

“E-Excuse me. I'll just get this,” I informed me. But I was just about to

stand when I heard his cold and baritone voice.

“I paid every minute of your time, didn't I? So, I expect your full

attention when you're with me. So, sit down,” he ordered with lifting his

head.

“O-Okay,” I answered before going back to my seat. I'm just glad that it

didn't take long before my phone stopped ringing. But it hadn't been a

few minutes before my phone started ringing once again. This time, I

was more eager to answer the phone, assuming that it was an

emergency call from the night nurse I hired to look after Blaze.

“Turn off your phone, Blaire, he ordered.

I was hesitant. I can't just ignore the call, especially if it's about my son.

“I-'m sorry. I'll be quick,” I answered, defying his orders.

"Blaire—"

I hastily excused myself from the table and made a beeline for the

restroom to answer the call. As expected, it's Sylvia. I pick up swiftly,

my heart pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety.

Banks? I'm sorry for disturbing you. But you told me to call you if

something “Miss happens,” Sylvia's voice echoes through the phone.

My mind races with possibilities, wondering what could have prompted

Sylvia to break our usual protocol. “What is it, Sylvia? Is everything

okay?” I inquire, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil

within me.

“It's Blaze...

The moment she uttered my son's name, my chest tightened in fear.

“What happened to my son? Is he okay? Tell me!”

“He had a seizure, and the doctors decided to perform his surgery

tonight. It's a good thing that there's also a heart available, and they've

already tested it. It's a match with Blaze. It's currently in transport going

to the hospital,” Sylvia reported.

of emotions courses through me-fear, relief, and an overwhelming

desire to be

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with my son. The triviality of the restaurant and its scripted drama fades

into insignificance compared to the real-life crisis unfolding.

“I need to go, Sylvia. Keep me updated, and thank you for informing

me. I'll be there as soon as I can.” I hurriedly respond, my thoughts

consumed by the urgency of being by Blaze's side during this critical

moment.

“I'm sorry, Sebastian. But I need to go. Let's reschedule our meeting,

shall we?”

I didn’t wait for his answer. I hastily gathered my belongings.

“You can't leave. If you leave now, our deal is over.”

I frowned at his threat, mustering a sneer. “You should have thought

about that before giving me all the money. Even if you cancel our deal,

your money's gone, Sebastian.” “Then, you have more reason to

honour our deal. And I'm telling you, you can’t leave!” I blew a loud

breath. I wasn't planning on walking away from our deal. I just need to

be with Blaze during his operation. I want him to see me the moment

he opens his eyes after the surgery. My son needs me.

“Don’t worry. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'm going to honour our deal.

I just have to go right now.”

Sebastian's protests faded into the background as I navigated the

maze of emotions and urgency. As I rushed towards the exit, I couldn't

just made. The hallway echoed with the clattering of my heels against

the floor, a stark

hake the weight of the choice I had contrast to the hushed ambience of

the restaurant left behind. The cold night air greeted me as I stepped

outside, the moon casting a silvery glow on the path ahead.

The cab ride felt like an eternity, each passing moment intensifying the

anxiety clawing at my chest. I clutched my phone, desperate for

updates from Sylvia about Blaze’s condition.

As the cab pulled up to the hospital entrance, I paid the fare in haste

and practically sprinted towards the entrance. The sterile scent of the

hospital greeted me, a stark contrast to the artificial allure of the

restaurant.

In the waiting area, Sylvia approached, her eyes reflecting a mix of

sympathy and concern. “Miss Banks, they've just taken Blaze into the

operating room. The heart is en route, and the doctors are optimistic.”

Relief and gratitude surged within me, and I thanked Sylvia before

making my way to the surgical waiting room.

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As the minutes ticked by, I found solace in the hospital's quiet corridors,

away from the

illusions and scripted scenarios. The weight of the situation

overshadowed any lingering thoughts of Sebastian and our tangled

arrangement.

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