What the fuck!
Women. Turning, I push through the door to the stairs and slowly walk back up to my empty apartment. My mind wandering away from Jacky and back to Carla and the ‘I don’t sleep with him’ comment. It was strange, and I need to find the opportunity to ask her what she meant, otherwise it will drive me crazy.
Hearing my phone ring, I glance at the display before answering and see Ramon’s name flashing.
“What’s wrong?” It’s unusual for one of my brothers to ring me so late at night, which puts me on alert.
“After the club, I drove to your apartment to talk to you.”
Did he have Carla with him and why does he sound angry? “Then why didn’t you come in?”
Oh god, no. I sag onto the sofa knowing what he’s about to say.
“We didn’t want to interrupt the show you were putting on.”
We? “What do you mean we?” I ask, already knowing what he means.
“Carla was with me,” he says. “I thought you should know.”
Chapter 17
Carla
It’s been three days since I saw Sebastian and the image I have in my head won’t let up. It should have been me with my legs wrapped around him, not her. He broke my heart and hadn’t even known.
Talk about mixed signals. One minute he told me I was his and the next he’s practically fucking his secretary up against a wall for all to see.
As soon as I arrived home that night, Ramon had tried to get me to talk to him, but I wouldn’t give Sebastian the time of day. I just needed to escape to my room knowing I was about to have a crying fit.
A couple of hours after arriving home though, I received my first ever text from Sebastian telling me Jacky had taken him by surprise and that we obviously hadn’t stayed long otherwise we’d have seen him push her away, putting a stop to it.
I hadn’t replied, so not ten minutes later he’d sent another one, which had me craving his touch more than ever.
Sliding my phone from my back pocket, I scroll through my messages and find the one from Sebastian and read it again while wiping the tears from my eyes.
‘Carla, what’s happening between us is real. What you saw tonight isn’t and didn’t go any further. The only woman I want is hopefully reading this message. I don’t know what exactly is going on between you and my brother, but it needs to stop and you need to be with me. I want all of you. Your mind, heart, and body. Your body has me constantly hard and I’m sick as fuck with using my hand while I imagine what it will feel like to sink between your thighs. I think about how tight you’ll be around my cock. How wet and warm you’ll feel clinging to me while I bring you to orgasm. Don’t give up on me before there can be an ‘us.’ Please Carla. <3’
I’ve never had such a sexy message before and I’ve read it over and over again, so many times, in fact, I’m surprised the scroll function still works on the phone.
I’d replied to him. I mean how could I not after the message he sent to me. My message hadn’t been like his, but I’d replied.
‘I don’t know what to say. You make my heart pound and my body comes alive with just one look from you. I believe you about earlier tonight, but please just give me space. <3’
And he has given me space. In fact, he hasn’t replied at all and hasn’t made an effort to even contact me since. I should be relieved, but I’m not too sure how to feel about that. Was he upset and angry because he sent me such a heartfelt message and I replied asking him to give me space? Have I totally screwed up before it could get started like he asked me not to?
Hearing the apartment door open, I quickly swipe at my tears, but I’m not quick enough and Ramon comes to a stop behind me.
“Carla, this really has to stop. You know that right?” He turns me around and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight into his chest. “This is ridiculous. All this anguish between you and my brother can be stopped with just a few words.”
Ramon is the best friend I have and since I’ve been living with him, he’s like a brother to me and treats me like a sister most of the time. Right now, I need him to be my big brother in Noah’s absence.
“We’re going to talk,” he whispers into my hair before putting me away from him.
“We don’t need to really. I’m fine.”
He pushes me down onto the sofa. “Back in a minute. Don’t move,” he says, dashing into the kitchen.
I smile at the eagerness that Ramon has over pampering me and I feel the tears drying up as I watch him brew us both a coffee. For some reason, Ramon has it in his head that he needs a coffee in order for him to have a discussion with someone. Personally, I think it’s so he has something to mess with because he’s rarely still.