Seb glared outside at the rain, feeling as though even nature had conspired to mirror his gloomy mood. With a heavy sigh, he scrolled through the messages on his phone, replying to the congratulatory ones with gratitude and brushing off the invitations to parties with the excuse that he was feeling under the weather. Well, it wasn't entirely false—he was definitely under the weather, just not in the way everyone assumed.
With a sigh, he looked down at the untouched food on his plate and wondered for the nth time if his night time guest must have gone from the room or not. She'd been sleeping deeply when he'd left about two hours ago. Dam* it! He'd made it a point to never sleep with anyone after having se* with them! And yet, like a fool, he had carelessly broken that vow with the very woman who had been the catalyst for it in the first place.
