Chapter 58

Chapter 58

BLAIRE

It didn't take long before his staff brought everything we needed. They

also bring fruits, snacks, and drink for us. It seems like the whole cabin

was solar power operated. It has been well taken care of, but it was

obvious that nob*dy was using it.

Amidst our current arrangements, the realization that we were once

again alone in the cabin prompted a practical question. “Where are you

planning to sleep?” I inquired, observing as he arranged pillows on the

bed.

Sebastian, exuding a nonchalant confidence, looked up with a cold glint

in his eyes. “On the bed, naturally. Why? Did you expect me to take the

floor?”

“N-No. B-But I-I'm injured... so I can't...” I stammered, the vulnerability

in my voice revealing the hesitation that lingered beneath the-surface.

“Relax, Blaire. I'm not going to do anything against your will,” he

reassured, cutting off the words I hadn't yet spoken. The familiarity in

his tone carried a complexity of emotions, underscoring the intricate

dance of understanding and uncertainty that defined our reunion within

the confines of this cherished retreat.

I stayed silent for a minute as I watched him continue to prepare our

bed for the night. He paid a hefty amount of money for me to become

his mistress. I'm sure he wouldn't just settle sleeping beside me without

trying anything. Besides, I also wanted this to get over with so I can pay

my due and get away from him as soon as possible.

“IIt's fine. II think I'm fine. I can do it,” I said, not sure whether I was

informing him about it or I'm trying to convince myself that I could do

this.

It's been so long since I've been intimate with anyone. The last thing I

had any type of intimacy was when Sebastian tried to slip his hand

inside my dress at the restaurant. That's why I was so nervous about

what's about to happen. I'm not sure I still remember how to please a

man.

“Simply lay down, Blaire. Relax, there's no need for nerves. I have no

intention of crossing any boundaries. Your stubbornness has already

dampened the mood,” his words cut through the air with an icy

precision.

Caught between relief and offence, I hesitated, grappling with the

impact of his callous statement. “Well, we wouldn't be in here if you had

just been transparent about what's in here.”

His response, delivered with a cold detachment, pierced the tension-

laden atmosphere, “We wouldn't be in this predicament if you had

followed my advice and refrained from coming in here.”

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The retort sprang forth from me, fueled by frustration, “It's not my fault

you treat this place like your dirty little secret.”

His rebuttal, equally unyielding, echoed through the room, “Does that

justify your decision to barge in here against my explicit instructions?”

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The exchange hung in the air, a battlefield of words where accusations

clashed with justifications. In the dimly lit space, our confrontation

unfolded like a silent storm, word a lightning strike, illuminating the

shadows of a clandestine affair. The room itself seemed to hold its

breath, as if bearing witness to a struggle that transcended the

immediate discord, reaching into the deeper recesses of tangled

emotions and unresolved conflicts.

“You shouldn't bring me here. Or better yet, you should have this place

destroyed the moment we signed those papers.”

“Is it a crime that I couldn't bring myself to destroy the only thing that

reminds me of you...of us?” he said, frowning.

His words struck me like an unexpected gust of wind, catching me off

guard and leaving me momentarily breathless. The weight of his

statement only served to compound the turmoil within my already

perplexed mind. As the verbal blow reverberated, it felt as though a

storm had descended upon the fragile landscape of my thoughts,

stirring up waves of uncertainty and adding an unwelcome layer of

stress to the intricate tapestry of my emotions. In that vulnerable

moment, I grappled with the aftermath of his utterance, a collision of

surprise and the unsettling realization that my already- confused state

had just become more tumultuous.

“B-But why? Why would you desire anything that serves as a reminder

of me, especially when you're the one who consciously chose my sister

over your own wife!” The words spilt out, an unintended resurgence of

the past that I couldn't hold back. I had never laid blame on him for the

unravelling of our relationship, not once. Yet, it seemed unjust for him to

assume the role of the wounded party in our divorce while favouring my

sister.

A heavy sigh escaped him, his shoulders slumping in a defeated

posture. “lI know..." he responded, the admission hanging in the air like

a palpable acknowledgement of his errors. In that moment, his

demeanour seemed to convey a sense of surrender, as if he had come

to terms with the weight of his mistakes. The room echoed with the

remnants of our shared history, a complex interplay of emotions

unfolding in the wake of uncomfortable truths.

“You know what, Sebastian? Speak up! You can't just admit something

and not give even a simple explanation about why did you do that!”

“I'm sorry..." he uttered.

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“You're full of cr ap,” I said, exasperated. “You know what, let's do this

and with!” I said as I started to remove each of my clothes. “You want to

fck? Then, let's fck!

get

this over After this, I'm expecting that you're going to stay away from

my life forever,” I said.

His eyes darkened as he grabbed the towel nearby before he walked

towards me. He was looking straight to my eyes and not even taking a

glance on my n*ked b*dy. Just when he was only inches away from me,

he quickly wrapped the towel around my b*dy.

“I'm going to fck you when I want to. Not because you told me to. Now,

get dressed and go to sleep,” said coldly before turning his back on me

and going back to bed.

A surge of courage, fueled by a mix of defiance and weariness, surged

through me. Without overthinking, I let the towel that modestly veiled

my b*dy slip away, pooling around my feet. “Fine. I'll just lie here, just in

case you change your mind. After all, you've already paid for this,

haven't you?" The words laced with a blend of resignation and a subtle

challenge hung in the air.

With a newfound determination, I walked towards the bed and settled

beside him, the cool sheets embracing my n*ked form. Drawing the

sheet over me, I cocooned myself, a shield against both the chill in the

room and the intensity of his gaze.

A startled “What the...” escaped from him, his shock evident in the brief

pause that followed. Refusing to meet his gaze, I turned my back to

him, fixing my eyes on the other side of the room. It was a deliberate

act, a silent declaration that I would not succumb to the vulnerability of

his scrutiny.

The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with an

unexpected shift in dynamics. The bold move, driven by a co cktail of

emotions, lingered between us—a silent challenge and display of

autonomy in a situation that seemed to have slipped out of my control.

As I lay there, shielded by the sheet and the walls I had constructed

around myself, I couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected act of

defiance would reshape the contours of our interaction. The echo of his

initial shock resonated, mingling with the tension that enveloped the

room, creating a space fraught with anticipation and a subtle

undercurrent of rebellion.

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