Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 185

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Sebastian drove back to his apartment, his mind churning over the information his men had gathered.

Cecilia had received messages from Amara the night before… He rubbed his temple in frustration.

He had overestimated his mother’s tolerance and simultaneously underestimated her tactics.

After work, Cecilia had arranged to go shopping with Harper.

She needed some noise and distraction to chase away the gloom setfling in her chest.

They shopped until ten o’clock before heading their separate ways.

Cecilia

As I pulled into my parents’ driveway, humming along to the radio with shopping bags filling my passenger seat, I spotted a tall figure standing beneath the Aspen.

My tune faltered immediately.

After drinking too much at lunch and spending the afternoon in a haze, Sebastian had let me rest in my office until closing time.

When I’d gone to his office before leaving, he simply told me I could go home.

I thought I wouldn’t see him again today.

I grabbed my shopping bags from the passenger seat and approached him cautiously. “Mr. Black? What brings you here at this hour?” I stood before him, keeping my tone deliberately casual.

As if I’d just bumped into my boss on the street, nine parts pretense beneath a veneer of friendliness.

The light was dim beneath the tree, though a nearby street lamp cast enough of a glow for us to see each other’s faces.

Sebastian’s sharp gaze drifted from my face to the shopping bags in my hands.

“Sobered up?”

“Yes, completely,” I said with a nod. “I actually have a decent tolerance

-I get tipsy quick but bounce back just as fast.”

“I can see that. That’s almost Olympic-level recovery.”

“I wasn’t even that drunk to begin with. I always know my timits.”

“Yes, you do seem like someone who knows her boundaries,” he said with a quiet chuckle.

tightened my grip on the bags.

The conversation stalled. The air between us turned heavy and still.

My carefully rehearsed nonchalance was starting to unravel like a sweater caught on a nail.

Sebastian just stood there, without saying a word.

His stance was relaxed, but his eyes had that quiet, assessing sharpness-like a lawyer who already knows the answer but asks the question anyway, just to watch you squirm.

I felt a surge of irritation.

“Did you come here just to check whether I could walk in a straight line?”

I snapped, finally cracking.

“Well, here I am. You’ve seen it. Running a damn sobriety test in my driveway. Congratulations. You can leave now.”

Sebastian said nothing.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Whatever.” My tone sharpened. “I’m going inside. It’s hot, and the bugs are getting aggressive. Stay out here if you’re feeling generous-maybe they’ll give you a loyalty card.”

I turned to leave.

But Sebastian moved-fast. He stepped right in front of me, blocking my way.

I walked straight into his chest.

Startled, I looked up. “What exactly do you want?” I asked, voice rising.

“It’s late. Are you letting me go to bed or what?”

“Walk with me,” he said, calm as ever.

“No. I want a shower, air conditioning, and to not deal with you.”

“Your temper’s flaring,” he said quietly, like he was noting the weather.

I had the sudden, violent urge to beat him with a bag of frozen pizza rolls.

Instead, he reached out and gently took the bags from my hands.

Then he caught my free hand in his, his thumb brushing softly over my knuckles.

“Just a short walk. Please?”

His touch, damn him, had a way of quieting the storm inside me.

“Half an hour,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

I snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll go over great. ‘Hi, ma’am, I’m just casually playing with your heir apparent.”

“You could pull it off,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.

“You should try being bolder. You don’t need to carry the weight of the world. These things? They’re nothing.”

He leaned in again, tone low and steady. “You’re smart. Gorgeous.

Financially independent. The whole damn package. If anyone tries to mess with you, you tell me. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to be scared of anything-not when I’m around.”

I pretended to think it over, tilting my head like I was giving it serious thought. “Hmm. That does sound convenient.”

I stood up, turned around and embraced him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Rising on my tiptoes, I kissed him.

As if his words had given me genuine confidence.

His arms tightened around my waist, and I could feel his passion and joy…

Men are so easy to please, even someone as shrewd as Sebastian acted like an eager child in this moment.

He needed his candy, and he wouldn’t stop until I gave it to him. We kissed deeply, reluctant to part.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” he murmured against my lips.

#pushed him away slightly, grabbed my shopping bags, and pulled him back toward the car.

He guided me into the driver’s seat and I started the engine.

Sebastian smiled. “Your half hour is up. Don’t you want to go home and rest?”

“What half hour? We’ve only been out for two minutes,” I insisted, tapping the clock with absolute certainty, as if he must have misunderstood the time.

I drove out of the neighborhood and into a nearby wooded area where the trees grew thick and no lights penetrated the darkness.

I turned off the headlights.

Suddenly, we were enveloped in complete darkness.

1 climbed over to the passenger side, straddling his lap and facing him.

My lips, soft as marshmallows, brushed against his as I whispered,

“Sebastian, I really like you.”

I pressed my lips to his, initiating the kiss, pulling him closer, tangling with him, kissing him passionately…