SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.
“Zaia?” I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.
My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?” She asks quietly.
“It wasn’t me,” I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.
“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,” she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.
“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,” I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.” She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…
Those words feel ominous…
“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,” she sighs.
“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…” I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,” she says, despite not fighting me at all.
I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing a game of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…
I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,” I say, giving her a slight squeeze.
She closes her eyes. “I know… and I no longer know who or what to believe, Sebastian… I’ve learned things today that have messed with my mind and made me question my support system and everything I’ve ever stood for. The stability of those in whom I trust is failing.” She murmurs heavily.
I frown. She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask; “Come on…”
Letting go of her, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her out of the bathroom.
She shakes her head, sitting down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as she heaves a sigh.
I’m glad she’s forgotten her gown. I’m enjoying the view. She doesn’t respond, and I furrow my brows. “Zaia?”
“Sorry… I just…”
“What is it?” I persist. “You know you can tell me.” I sit down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over, taking hold of her chin.
She looks up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just from the shower… she’s been crying. Anger flits through me.
“What happened?” I almost growl. I hate her upset. She lowers her head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his brother and Annette; she’s mom’s half- sister.
Something that Mom doesn’t know… I’m not sure, I don’t know what to believe, Dad wasn’t lying but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her life. How does one fake. that?” she whispers.
I stare at her, letting her words sink in. Melanie cheated on Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not seem as surprising to me as it is to her?
“Listen to me, Little Fox.” I begin quietly. “I don’t know the truth. I mean, every story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re the one being cheated on.”
She looks up at me, hurt flashing in her Morge eyes, but she knows there is truth in my words. “Are you saying Mom could have?”
“Only she knows that, but if your dad saw her, there’s not really place for doubt, but there can be things that influenced her decision or things that made her do what she did. Being drunk, Ashbane, blackmail… Only your mother will know the answer to that. I’m not saying it’s right, but I think you’re right not to jump to conclusions until you have all the pieces before you.”
My words seem to bring her comfort and she closes her eyes as she nods her head in understanding.
“I’m so tired, and this Adam, have your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as Alpha has never been questioned.” She asks, looking at me. “He was Dad’s older brother.”
Adam…
“No, however, I can do some research. I’m sure Dad would possibly know him, but with your dad being every inch the Alpha he needed to be, I don’t think anyone had an issue with it.” I say.
There’s never been mention of another Toussaint potential Alpha. She nods, planting her face in her hands before she rubs her face.
“I have a plan…” she says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done.” I promise. “Blindly promising me your help, Mr King?”
“That is what I said,” I respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only a man madly in love and if that makes me a fool, then so be it.”
She smiles and tells me the plan she has to test her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I wonder what else she’s lying about and hiding?
It’s clear her dad saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way with her hostility…
I’ll find out. After all, she’s always around Zaia… her being in on the notes and the threats…. there’s a possibility…
I know when her son was kidnapped; she said she was threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if it was all just part of her master plan?
I look at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset her more. “We’re going to figure this out,” I say quietly.
She nods.
“Yeah… I guess we will… So, you should go to your room now.” She says, sitting up straight.
I smirk, glancing at the outline of her nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest with a smirk as I lean back,
Instantly her cheeks flush and her gaze dips to my abs and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull on her…
“Can you ever not be shameless!” She scolds, smacking my thigh. I cock a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count making her eyes widen.
I might have meant both. “I’m sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her neck and tug her closer.
“Oh, I’m being completely honest…. I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.” I whisper, looking into her eyes.
She holds my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of her thumping heart is music to my ears.
I want to kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and reassure her that she’ll always have me.
Our lips are inches apart and I’m about to yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me away. “Stop teasing… you need to rest Sebastian,” she whispers.
I look at her, masking my concern and yank her close. Her head hits my chest making her yelp, but I turn her, so her back is to me, ignoring the agonising pain in my body.
“And so do you… there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin massaging her.
She tenses, but I don’t stop massaging the back of her neck and her shoulders. She moans softly, rolling her head as if wanting to get the kinks out.
“You’re so tense,” I murmur, trying not to pay attention to how good her skin feels beneath my fingers, or the soft sighs that are escaping her.
“I’m tired,” she replies softly, sighing as she tilts her head. I bite back the urge to kiss her, knowing she’ll probably push me away …but I have another idea…
My eyes flash as I softly run my knuckles down her arm. “Do you have any oil?” I whisper huskily into her ear. Her eyes flutter shut, and she nods after a moment.
“Mm… the top drawer…” she murmurs. I glance around the room, spotting her chest drawer and get off the bed before she snaps out of her relaxed state.
I open the drawer, grabbing the bottle of oil before returning to the bed. I pull back the duvet, ignoring the ripple of pain that goes through me and fold it at the end of the bed before I get onto it.
“Lie down,” I command. Her eyes widen slightly as she looks up at me.” Or I’ll have to force you to lie down,” I add huskily.
Her heart skips a beat as she gives me a little tantalising smile and drops back onto the bed. Her eyes lock with mine before she rolls onto her stomach, wriggling a little as she gets comfortable with a pillow under her head.
My gaze dips to her ass that’s not fully covered by her tiny dress, I feel myself throb as I straddle her legs so it’s easier to reach over.
This is about her… I open the oil bottle, pouring a little onto my hands before I begin massaging her shoulders and neck, rubbing my thumbs in circular motions, targeting those knots.
“Oh, that’s it…” she moans, making me throb in my pants. I keep working on her back, inching closer to her dress… I pour a little oil over my hand sitting back before I begin massaging her left foot.
She lets out a little whimper as I continue working on her leg all the way up to her thigh.
Oh, fuck yes…
She feels so damn good… the moment I’m closer to her ass I stop and switch to the other leg, running my fingers up her leg, massaging and kneading her smooth, sexy skin.
This time I target her inner thigh, making her tense a little… I smirk in satisfaction as I pour a little oil over her thighs, making her breath hitch.
“Do you feel good, Foxie?” I purr huskily.
I can’t see her face, but I’m certain she’s blushing.
“Mhmm… you’re good…” she murmurs in contentment.
Smirking, I grab her thighs as I rub the oil I spilt in, rubbing her inner thighs sensually, my fingers so close to her hot core…
It takes all my self-restraint to pull back and run my hands down her thighs before I move on to her arms.
Touching her and massaging her is a fucking turn-on… feeling her skin beneath my finger is so perfect…
“You can stop…” she murmurs, and I smirk. Of course, she’d say that… I can smell her intoxicating arousal and the urge to eat her out is getting the better of me. “I’m not done…” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. I run my hands down her arms before I lean over her.
“Arms up…” I whisper seductively in her ear. She shivers in reply and obeys, allowing me to run my oiled fingers down and under her arm.
A moan escapes her, as my hands run down the side of her breasts and that’s when I decide to push it a little… I slip my hands under her gown, grabbing her boobs in my oiled hands…
