Sebastian's POV
The sunlight from the early morning sun penetrated through the glass walls of my penthouse, casting an artistic image on her beautiful face. She stirred slightly, clutching the sheets as if they could shield her from the world. I watched how peacefully she slept from the doorway, my cup of coffee almost forgotten in my hand.
Lila, my new nightmare.
Her name rolled uncontrollably around in my mind, soft, sweet yet sharp, just like the edge of a blade. She was trouble itself, the kind would burn without taking permission through your carefully organized walls. Last night was just the proof I needed to ascertain who she truly is.
I carefully set the coffee down and made my way inside. She looked totally different, vulnerable, though not entirely quiet, but can't be compared to been wild, she was a drunken mess from the night in the club. I clenched my jaw, as the memories of how she clinged to me came flashing back uncontrollably. The way her words sounded so incoherent, her laugh slurred greatly.
"Do well to control yourself," I muttered under my breath, to play safe, I gripped the edge of the tray tighter than intended.
It was still shocking how I managed to hold myself back when we returned from the club last night. When she stumbled and collapsed into my bed, her scent—vanilla filled everywhere and something peculiar about her, everything about her had messed with my head. I hadn't felt anything close to this, like living, this reckless, in years.
I set the tray of coffee in my hand on the nightstand and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. My hand hovered lustfully near her shoulder, but I dared not touch her. She shifted uneasily, her lips slightly parting as she murmured something funny in her sleep.
Just seeing her in this manner, completely unaware of her surrounding or what is happening to her, made it even more difficult to get in character.
But it wasn't long before I got betrayed, I didn't think twice, before I leaned in.
Her scent was intoxicating, wrapped dangerously around me, drawing me closer. I brushed her curly hair back, my fingers affectionately grazing her cheek. Her skin was soft, very warm, and my restraint for no reason started to crumble. I could not guide myself.
What exactly are you doing to yourself, Sebastian? my mind screamed in horror. But the part of me that craved deeply for affection, the part that had spent years locked in emotional isolation didn't check the consequences.
My lips landed on hers, softly brushing hers—light, tentative, just like when testing the waters. She stirred, and of course, her reaction was expected. Ber breath hitching slightly as my body made contact with hers, and that alone was enough to surge electricity from me.
Then, I managed to pull back, but my breathing was already heavy.
What the hell was I thinking when I initiated that kiss?
I stood abruptly, not knowing how to calm myself down but to run a hand through my hair. My disorganized reflection in the glass wall stood staring back at me, cold and accusing. I was never like this, this can't be Sebastian Knight, the man who didn't feel, and doesn't want to care.
But I wasn't prepared for the danger she was bringing. She was just the storm I hadn't prepared for.
The silence in the room was defining, but the sound of her phone buzzing brought a new light. She tossed tiredly as she made to get it.
Her eyes shot open, but still hazy with sleep. I look it that she was still trying to get used to the room, but her stares shows she was still confused of her surrounding.
"Good morning beautiful," I said, carefully leaning against the wall, forcing myself not to alarm her, but my lips was already curling into a smirk.
"Where the hell am I?" she asked, her voice groggy and commanding.
"You're in no other place, but my penthouse," I replied, trying so hard to keep my tone casual. "I figured out that you weren't exactly in a state to go home last night after the clubbing."
Her eyes widened, darting around the room, then it returned down at herself, realization dawning on her immediately. Out of embarrassment, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Did we do the…?" she asked, her voice breaking from horror.
I couldn't contain the laughter threatening to burst out from my mouth, a small smirk perfectly displayed at my lips. "No, nothing of that nature. But you succeeded I ruining my shoes."
Her face became even redder, and she covered it with her hands, groaning. "Oh my...God."
I chuckled softly, a low sound that even surprised me that made it. "You're very much welcome, by the way."
"For what exactly?" she shot back in confusion, her embarrassment quickly transforming into defiance.
"For going against my principle to save you," I said, crossing my arms and waiting for her reply. "If I hadn't been a gentleman enough to step in, you'd probably still be stuck against your wish with that guy from last night."
Her eyes widened from the revelation, and for a moment, I could sense she was genuinely grateful. But then, there was an interruption, her phone buzzed again, and her expression changed into panic.
She grabbed it in a hurry from the nightstand, but didn't answer immediately.
"Hel...llo?" she managed to say tentatively, her voice already shaky.
Even without the speaker, I could hear the sharp voice on the other end, scolding her like a child.
"What the hell did you get yourself involved in, Lila?"
Her face instantly went pale. "Mom, I can—"
"There are horrible pictures of you all over the internet, you were seen stumbling out of a nightclub with a ruthless billionaire! Do you by chance, have the slightest idea of how this could ruin my campaign, my political career?"
I frowned in annoyance, stepping closer to get a clearer view. They had mentioned my name in their conversation, and that drew my attention.
"With who exactly?" Lila asked, trying to keep her voice low.
"With the ruthless billionaire, Sebastian Knight," the voice snapped from the other end. "The selfish billionaire! Fix this immediately,Lila. I don't care how you would do that. Just fix it your mess!"
The call ended without waiting for a response from her, not even a defense, and she stared at her phone in her hand speechless, frozen.
I sighed confused, walking over to the bed where she sat and tossing a newspaper carrying the news onto her lap. The headline was bold, cold and terribly unforgiving: "Mystery Woman in tiny body Spotted with the Ruthless Billionaire, Sebastian Knight—Great Scandal Brewing?"
She glanced up at me, her eyes widened with panic and shock.
"You're highly welcomed to my world now, Lila," I said, my voice low, calm, but not encouraging. "And trust me, it's not one of the things you should wish for an enemy."