Chapter 10

It's getting dark and I can't call Seb. I'm worried of him. I called his secretary and he already went home.

"Madam, here is your coffee." An old maid said, putting the cup of coffee on the glass table in front of me.

"Yes, thank you Alice!" Sylvia Jackson replied.

The maid went back to the kitchen and leaving us in the living room alone.

"Madam, I came here to see Seb." I simply said, lowering my head.

"Anika, right? My son is not here, yet." She asked me like we never met before.

Well, I will understand the situation if I was the mother of Seb. Seb Jackson is known for dating  women differently. Like he gonna always play and in the end, women she's dating will be left hanging and broken.

"Yes Madam. Anika Moore." I told her with confidence.

I will never be like those slut. I will make sure that I'm the last woman Seb's dating. He will be mine, just mine alone.

"Yes, of course I know you. You are the daughter of one of the most successful businessman in America. Right?" I know that Sylvia will like me for her son. I'm rich, I'm beautiful, I'm intelligent and I have all the traits that a man should love to.

I smiled genuinely.

"Yes Madam." I replied.

"When the last time we saw each other, I already forgotten it, my dear." Madam Sylvia sip smoothly the coffee, waiting for my response.

"At the Moore's Ball Party last year, Madam." I told her.

I remembered that night, when I saw Seb Jackson for the first time. He was with his parents that night.

From then, I'd never stop thinking about him and so I  told my father that I want to meet Seb again.

I even trapped him one night in his favourite bar. I know he's coming that time and I planned everything.

Until he became unconscious, I brought him at my house.

"I see. What do you want to know, Anika?" Madam Sylvia asks me and bring me to the reality again.

"I wanted to see Seb. I called and texted him but he never mind to answer. I'm afraid, Madam. I'm overthinking things out this fast few weeks." I told her hysterically.

From the night he went to that cheap clubhouse, he treated me another way around. He became cold towards me.

"For sure he visited his Uncle. It's way too far from here. But, wait I'll call Zach." Madam Sylvia fetch her phone from her glamorous purse.

I wondered, who's Zach?

"Zach, did Seb came there today?"

"What? He is with a girl?" I heard Madam Sylvia startled.

"He's not home yet, I'm too worried. Thank you then, Zach."

"What's wrong Madam?"

Madam Sylvia smiled at me. Still, holding her phone.

"Seb is on his way home. Do you want to wait for him, Anika?" She told me in a soft voice.

I want to know if he's with someone else. I started to feel strange.

"No. But I heard, Seb is with someone else. Is it right, Madam?" I asked in a polite voice.

I know that Madam Sylvia is too picky for her only son, Seb. She will never let you know if she likes you or not.

She smiled again and said.

"He's with another woman, my dear. I'm warning you, Seb is known for being such a  playboy, a womanizer. I hope you know all of this and you are always prepared." Madam Sylvia told me.

I wondered what they're doing right now with that whore woman. I rolled my eyes secretly and shook my head.

"Thank you for your time, Madam. I will be back here as soon as your son will be at home. Excuse me!" I excuses myself from his mother.

I don't want her to see my real attitude. I should be acting nice and kind until Seb and I get married.

"My pleasure, my dear." Madam Sylvia replied.

She let the maid send me from the gate and wave her hand at me.

I smiled at her before getting into the car. I throw my purse inside.

"Let's go home." I ordered my driver as he put the wet umbrella on the backseat.

I want to rest, I want to forget that I'm hurt because of Seb Jackson.

**

Fuck! Amaya bursted into tears when the moment I raised my voice into her.

"Don't you dare turn your back at me. I'm talking to you, Aya!" It makes me more angry when she turned her back at me.

"We don't need to talk, Seb. There's nothing to be discussed together with you and with your narrow mind." Amaya told me, pointing her index finger on my head.

She was about to turn her back again but I pulled her hand and she was stumbled.

We both fell in the ground and our lips met. Her eyes widened and she gazed intently into my eyes.

I was in the bottom and Amaya was on my top. I could feel her cold body against mine.

I want to own her tonight. I want to hear her angelic moan and I love the way she call out my name.

"Fuck you!" She told me, raising her eyebrows on me. She was about to escape from our awkward position but I pinned her around. Making me on her top.

"Let's see then if you can still curse  me, Amaya Robinson." I wink at her but she punches my stomach.

"In your dreams!" Amaya stood up and rolled her goddamn eyes.

I kicked the floor and stood up. I followed Amaya and I saw her, sitting on the floor made of woods.

I vividly see her face and the shape of her body from a far. I realized that she's wearing nothing inside. 

"Hey! I'm sorry for what I have said to you earlier. I... I don't mean it, Aya. I'm just tired." I apologized to her.

I sit down facing Amaya. Waiting her to speak.

"Earlier, one of the maids helped me to change my clothes. Stop accusing me, Seb Jackson." Amaya told me coldly.

I was like hit by an airplane when she told me that Zachary didn't touch her. I'm glad to hear that from her.

"I'm not accusing you either." I replied. Acting like I'm not glad of what I've heard and acting like an innocent man.

Silence. I don't know but I love staring at her for a long time. I never looked at someone like this in my entire life.

I felt so warm and belong. I felt like I'm home.

"See this nasty scar in my knee?" Amaya speak up, showing her scar.

"What happened with that?" I asked.

"When I was in High school, 4th grade to be exact. There is a girl who pushed me in the hallway and I fell into the ground with bruises in my elbow and in my knee." Amaya smiled bitterly as she reminisced her past experiences.

"Why would she do that to you?" I replied.

"At first, I don't have any idea but when I confronted her. She told me that she should be the Top 1 not me." Amaya laugh bitterly and her eyes are full of sadness.

"I see. But she haven't the right to hurt you."

"It's okay. There's nothing more painful than the pain I've felt for so long." Amaya uttered and look at me. "How about you? Tell me about your scar." She added.

I remembered what happened when I was seven. It was the most painful experienced in my life.

"Well, can you see this scar in my knees too?" I fold up my slacks and show her my big scar.

"Tell me its story, Seb." Amaya said, waiting for my explanation.

"I was seven that time, still innocent and love to play around. It was a sunny day and I told my older brother to have some ride in our favorite place. We used bicycle but I lost my balance and crashed at the middle of the road." I said almost crying. I can't forget that day, that day that I lost my brother.

"Go on." Amaya embraced herself.

"My brother saved me but it's too late when he saw a truck approaching. I lost him that day, he died because of me. Until now, I'm paying for it and you know what's worst, my father blamed me of my brother's death. This scar reminds me of him." I'm lost for so long because of this pain inside of me. No one ever know my pain, my story and my past.

"Because of your past, you became a total different person. You've been lost all along, you played around with women, and yet you owns one of your family's company. How ironic, isn't?" She told me to think deeply.

"You're right. Look what I've become now. I'm one of the successful businessman but no one knows what I've been through." I paused. "What about your most painful experience that leaves you a scar, Aya?" I added.

Amaya looked away and gulp. It seems like she's thinking if she'll share it to me.

"The most painful thing that I experienced..." Amaya bursted into tears as she stopped talking. "When my father left us. You wouldn't see the scar Seb because it was hidden deep in my heart. I was five that time, he left us and went to France for his small business. He gave me a purpled butterfly necklace as my reminder of him and as his promise that he'll come back but until now he didn't came back, even my father's shadow." I caress Amaya's back. I let her cried in my arms.

"You've been through a lot too, Aya. I hope one day, you and your father will see each other." I told Amaya to still believe.

I wiped her tears as she sobs. I caress her smooth face and our gaze met.

There's something pushing me to kiss her and I want to kiss her either.

I kissed Amaya gently and she kissed me back. It was a genuine and perfect kiss for the both of us.

Amaya moaned when I caress her back down to her waist. I kissed her neck, down to her chest and I stop.

I looked at her chest and her nipples was see through.

"Fuck! You're hot, Aya!" I whispered as I caress her breast.

"Ugh Seb!" Amaya moaned, it makes me urge to do more every time she moaned my name.

Amaya stood up and strips down in front of me. I bite my lower lip when she finally naked.

I love what she's doing but I don't want to take her for granted. I know she's different.

I stood up and embraced her tightly.

"You don't have to do it, Aya. Let's just rest and sleep." I whispered and Amaya slapped my back.

"I... I don't know what to do, Seb. Please, save me. Save me from this agony because I'm too tired." Amaya cried again and I wear back her dress.

I let Amaya cried in my shoulder and hugged her until she peacefully fall asleep.

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