Confusion 2

I watched as his eyes narrowed at me. "How much did you drink?" he asked, suspicion clouding his voice. I'd always been a moderate drinker, never one to push my limits, and I was confident I hadn't tonight either.

Despite my conviction, a sliver of doubt crept in. "...I'm not drunk," I replied, exasperated. My body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own as I began to move.

"Where are you going?" Sebastian called after me, his tone tinged with fatigue. His words barely registered, lost in the fog of my confusion. I know he's tired but so am I. I'm tired of people lying to me. 

Staying with me only to lie is unacceptable. If this proves you're scheming, I'll kick you out just like I did with Nanny Ame. 

This stupidly somewhat reminds me of the lies she told me. What was it again? Right... That my father loved me lots, that he'd die just for me to live. Fuck that old man.

I needed answers to this madness. Had I truly lost my mind, or was there really another Sebastian? An illusion, perhaps?

"Where do you think you're going in that state, Young Miss?" he asked, his darn face etched with worry. He stepped in front of me, as his large frame blocking my path and hands gently gripping my cold shoulder.

"Move out of my way" I say.

"You're clearly drunk. Tell me where you wish to go, and I'll let you pass." I don't know if he's doing this on purpose, but I don't think he'll let me go unless I say something.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, striving for calm. "...I had a fight with—" In that moment my attention was snatched away as I saw the engine their car roaring to life. "Stop... Wait! Hey! You... You sly fox, Sebastian!"

"Young Miss!?" Sebastian felt accuse as he should be. His confusion mirrored my own, his expression a mix of bewilderment and concern. Just before I know the desperation clawed at me, and I found myself confronting him, pinning him against the car. "Tell me, who the hell are you?"

His eyes widened, and his jaw tightened—distractingly defined. "Just how much did you drink, Young Miss?" He asks. Very concern this time.

he sighs before opening his mouth again "I'm no more than a mere employee, trying to get you home safely. It was not right tricking you, so I apologize for making you think I'd bring you to my place. I just wanted to get you home quickly..." His gaze locked onto mine, pleading for trust. It was... oddly cute, the way he looked at me.

He was breathless, his confusion feeding mine. "...Then who was that? No, why were there two of you? Twins?"

"I don't know what's confusing you, but I'm as lost as you are right now," he said, his hands tightening around mine. "It would be nice if you let go of me now" He looked at me like a dog awaiting its master's command. "At the bar earlier, I saw you. It was definitely you."

As my words reached his ears, his once charming face transformed into something even more adorable, a mix of sheepishness and honesty. He found himself backed into a corner, with no option but to tell the truth.

"Fine, I lied about passing by the bar. I have a GPS tracker on your phone, but I swear we only met at the back door. I never went inside!"

His words started to piece together, making sense in a way my mind reluctantly accepted. But still, doubt lingered.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed being guided into the car. He fastened my seatbelt, his touch gentle. "It's dangerous not to wear your seatbelt," he said softly, the concern in his eyes stoking the guilt of doubting him.

I just hope there is nothing he's hiding from me. 

Because I'll hate him.