"Fuck! Please! Ow...Sebas... Sebastine!" The slut underneath him moaned and screamed. Her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Just take it like the cheap whore you are". Sebastine groaned f**king her sex like it was a hole and nothing more.
The slut had pain in her eyes as both pleasure and pain rippled through her.
"S-slow down, please! You're wrecking my p*ssy". She cried out but Sebastine paid no head to her words, fucking her mercilessly.
Several minutes passed, and Sebastine groaned finally reaching his orgasm. He grabbed the slut, filling her with his cock as he came.
"Oh God!!" The slut screamed as she experienced an orgasm too. Sebastine pulled out of her p*ssy and got off the bed, removing condom from him and trashing it..
"Get up and leave". He said coldly to the exhausted woman in bed.
"Sebastine Castillo". She got onto her feet weakly, fully naked. But Sebastine's gaze remained on her face as if her body was in no way beautiful enough for his gaze.
"That was the best fuck I ever had. Can...can I come back again sometime later?. I don't mind not getting paid". She asked and Sebastine held back a groan.
"Use the door. You'll get your money before you're out of the gates".
"Butā¦"
His deadly gaze shut her up as she took a step back.
"Leave". He uttered the one word order in a deadly tone that made the slut shiver in fear. Sebastine looked away from her as she picked her clothings, pulled them on hastilly and hurried out of the room.
Sebastine shut his eyes for a second, massaging the space between his eyebrows..
Fucking women was his best way to relieve stress but these sluts barely excited him anymore these days.
Thinking about women made him recollect that he had someone to pick up today.
"I wonder how much my little quinie has grown".
*
Amelia sighed softly, dropping the phone on her bed rather carelessly. She had just received a call from her brother informing her that he was sick and would be away for three months to recuperate properly. But that wasn't the huge news. The huge news was that, she had to stay with his best friend named Sebastine.
"Sebastine...she mumbled the name, trying to recall why it sounded so familiar.
She had lived most of her life been sheltered by her big brother and he seemed to forget the fact that she wasn't a baby or a teen. She was 24 already and could easily make her own decisions but he'll never stop hovering around her, ensuring that he took care of her.
Sometimes, it felt good to know how much her brother cared about her, and sometimes, she just felt choked up by his protectiveness.
He had not even allowed her to date until she was 20;claiming that all men out there are heart breakers.
Amelia shook her head, her dark wavy hair flipping a little bit. Finding a job would have been easy for her, but Arzhel didn't want her to go through the stress of going to work too. She needed no one to tell her that Arzhel was the reason she couldn't get a job after one whole year of job hunting.
Yes, he was way too protective. Even though she sometimes thought of doing something rebellious that would make him mad and make him eventually realize that she was an adult already, she still couldn't actually go through with any of her rebellions.
She was too much of a 'good girl'.
Brushing away the thoughts of her brother, Amelia decided to start packing in anticipation of her brother's friend, Sebastine.
She headed into her closet that was stacked up with all sort of clothes and accessories. A huge mirror was in the middle of the closet and she looked into the mirror.
She could see the beautiful, pale skinned, 5'5 woman staring back at her. Her hazel green eyes starred back at her.
She looked away from the mirror and started packing a few clothes she would be needing.
It didn't take long to get done with packing up..
Amelia decided to take another bath and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water run down her skin lazily.
"Sebastine". The name stuck to her mind as she still tried to remember who he was while under the shower.
Minutes passed, but she was unable to remember who he was. Amelia gave up on trying, assuring herself she would remember who he was after seeing him.
She walked out of the bathroom, a towel tied to her chest. She was just about to change into the blue dress on her bed when she heard the gates opening.
"Sebastine is here". She mumbled and quickly dressed up.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair, and hurriedly picked up a dryer to dry it up. She was a minute into it when a knock came on her door.
"Yes, come in. She replied and the door opened.
A maid walked in..
"You have a guest ma'am".
"Tell him I'd be with him very soon".
"Alright, miss".
The maid left the room and Amelia continued drying her hair. She absolutely hated keeping others waiting so she dropped the hair dryer and brushed her hair.
She picked up her luggage and hurried out of the room. She composed herself as she got to the stairs that led to the living room.
She arrived in the living room and found a man with his back turned to her.
He was staring at an old picture of her and her brother. Amelia found herself staring at his back view for much longer than expected.
He was wearing a tailored shirt and trousers and even tho he was clothed, Amelia needed no one to tell her what hot body hid under that black shirt.
She gulped down and was about to speak but he beat her to it.
" You look very cute, quinie". His deep voice ran through her ears, and instantly, Amelia's eyes widened.
"Sebastine?" The name finally registered..
"Yes, quinie". He turned to her and Amelia could swear that something strange happened to her body. Something that usually never happens.
Yet, there was no way she could not recognize this face and the smirk on his lips. And there was no way she could not recognize that sexily annoying voice of his that called her 'quinie' all the time.
Sebastine Castillo was her brother's best friend in highschool and Amelia found him absolutely annoying. Yes, he was handsome, hot and sexy, but he was still annoying. He called her quinie all the time and would join hands with Arzhel to make sure no guy came close to her.
No, that was not the only annoying thing about this young man standing in front of her. The most annoying part was that, he caused more than half of the heartbreaks she witnessed in highschool.
He was a fuckboy, a playboy and he sure knew how to play his games well. All of that was easy with his looks and money anyways.
He could get any girl he wanted in school. He never cared about the emotions of the girls he played with and would mercilessly break their heart with his cold eyes staring right at them.
So, yes. How could she not recognize this hot walking red flag of a man?.