The CEO’ s second choice novel Chapter 28

　　Elena

　　I’ve been pacing my bedroom floor since I realised that Sebastian might be home soon. Damnit, why am I so nervous? I did nothing wrong!

　　Staying in my bedroom won’t help, so I decided to go down to the conservatory and take my mind off things. I traded my boots for my fluffy baby blue slippers and opened my door to leave my room, but someone blocked me from doing so.

　　Sebastian had his hand poised to knock on my door when I opened my door and my heart nearly dropped into my stomach. “S-Sebastian! How long have you been standing there?” I ask him as I feel my face flush.

　　But all he does is smile at me. “Not long. May I come in?” he asks me and this causes me to frown. “Sure, I was about to head to the conservatory to wait for you, but I suppose my room is warmer.” I was babbling. Why was I babbling? And why was he smiling at me like that?

　　I stepped back as he entered my room and suddenly I felt self-conscious; he was in my personal space and I allowed it. I close the door and follow him in, and he turns towards me with that same odd smile as before. “Do you know why I call you Little Daisy, Elena?” He asks me. I had always wondered why he called me this but never thought to ask him why, because every time we were around one another, we bickered.

　　Walking towards my bed, I turn around to face him and lean against the four-poster canopy. I shake my head, “No, but I always wondered.” He then walked up to me until we were a few inches apart. “Because the flower represents innocence, purity and new beginnings,” he says and he peers down at me. “That and your signature perfume is ‘Daisy’ by Marc Jacobs.”

　　This made me feel stupid. “You know my favourite scent?” I ask him as I look up into his soft hazel eyes, and he smiles at me again. “I know more about you than you realise, Elena, but I also don’t know you at all.” He says with sadness in his voice. Why was he acting this way? I thought he would be mad at me because of the whole Elijah thing, but instead, he’s acting like this.

　　“Is something wrong, Sebastian? You’re behaving rather oddly. Are you not upset with me because of this afternoon?” I ask him, curiosity itching in my bones. But he just looked down at me and brought up his hand to cup my cheek. “I am not upset with you, Elena. I’m more upset with myself.” He replies, making me even more confused.

　　“I don’t understand,” I say, and he put a finger to my lips to silence me. “You don’t need to understand. Just know that I am not upset with you, so you can calm your heart.”

　　Yeah, calm my heart with you standing in front of me like this.

　　Sebastian brings his forehead to mine and sighs. “I don’t know how long I can keep this up, Elena. There is an ache in me that cannot be filled until I see you, touch you, or even bicker with you. Since our first kiss in my office, you have plagued my senses relentlessly, and I knew I had to have more of you.” He breathes, and I am rendered speechless by what he has admitted. How do I respond to this?