Chapter 13

I hadn't realized as he agreed to let me go home that he said we would be going. I brought my suitcase down the next morning and saw his as well. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and I walked in the kitchen to see him standing there drinking coffee.  "Ready?" He asked me coolly.  "Are you coming with?" I asked. It's not that I didn't want him to come, I was just surprised. I didn't know how to feel about my fake fiancé coming with me to meet my parents and family.  "Yes?" He said questionably.  "Seb..." I began and looked over to see him smirking. "You can't meet my family."  "Why's that?"  "Because! You're... you and this whole thing," I gestured my arms around me. "It's not real and to be honest,Debbie hates you."  He laughed. "She doesn't know me,"  "She knows of you and what you are to me." I said.  His smirk didn't falter as he pushed himself off the counter and took the steps over to me. "And what am I to you?"  "A pain in the ass," I retorted, turning on my heel to walk away and back into the living room.  As I bent down to grab my suitcase, it was snatched away by Drake. "I'll get this for you." He said with a smile.  "Are you sure? It's kind of heavy." I said, feeling bad he'd have to carry my bag that was definitely over packed.  He chuckled and lifted the bag up slightly. "I think I can handle it." He reentered the elevator and the doors closed.  "I don't like him flirting with you." I turned around to see Seb with his jaw hard, nearly glaring at me.  I rolled my eyes. "He was doing his job."  Seb shrugged. "He won't have one if he keeps it up." He grumbled as he approached me, putting a hand at the small of my back and leading me into the elevator.  "You can let go of me now." I said as the doors shut.  He leaned forward to press the button, his hand still on me. "I know," he kept looking forward with a smirk on his lips.  ~>~  The large door lifted to Sebastian’s private plane and we walked up the small set of stairs, my hair flying everywhere from the wind. I entered the surprisingly spacious plane and adjusted my hair from the tornado it looked like it was just in.  "I can't believe you have your own freaking plane." I said as I sat down in the cream colored, plush, leather seat.   Seb sat in the on across me. "I have three,"  My eyes widened. "Three?!"  He nodded and shrugged. "I like collecting things."  I laughed. "Normal people collect keychains or I don't know, snow globes."  Before he could say anything his phone began ringing and he looked down, sighing. I gave him a questioning looking and he shook his head, answering the call.  "Sebastian Knight," he spoke. I didn't get to hear the rest of the conversation before he got up to walk away and continue speaking to the person.  We soon took off and were in the air. I looked down and watched the city disappear as we entered the clouds.  ~>~  "Christiana ," a soft voice said. I felt my shoulder being softly shaken as I slowly lifted my eye lids. Sebastian was standing next to me.  "Hmm?" I said as I stretched. I must have fallen asleep. I was glad though because the flight to home was nearly three hours.  "We're here," He said.  I nodded and looked out to see we were at the airport, the palm trees swaying in the wind. I smiled as I stood up, excited to be home.  As soon as the plane door opened I was walking down the steps and the warm breeze hit me. It was sticky or humid, just warm. I looked back to see Alexander gathering some things.  "Come on, Seb." I whined, too impatient to wait for him.  He chuckled and walked over towards me. "Let's go,"  I walked down the stairs to the ground and a black limo was waiting for us. "This is a bit much to go to my parents house." I said to him.  He shrugged. "After you," he opened the door for me and gestured for me to get in with a smile.  I rolled my eyes, but got into the vehicle.  As we drove the familiar sites passed us and I felt happier than I have in a long time. I never realized how much I loved this place until I left.  We soon turned down my street and before I knew it we stopped  in front of my house. It wasn't anything fancy, just you're regular home. I got out, not waiting for the door to be opened and walked up the porch steps. I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. I didn't tell anyone I was coming home.  Kayla answered the door and her eyes went wide. "Christy !" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.  I hugged her back. "I missed you, Kay." She pulled away and looked passed. I looked over my shoulder to see Seb walking up to me. "Kay, this is Sebastian ." I introduced. "Seb, this is my sister, Kayla."  He gave a smile and stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you, Kayla."  She looked down at his hand before walking over and giving him a hug. "We hug in this family," She said after pulling away.  He chuckled and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."  "Come on, mom's in the kitchen." She said, leading us into the house. The living room was the same with the wooden floors and cream colored walls that numerous pictures hung on.  I saw Debbie standing at the sink, her back towards me. I walked over to her and bumped my hip with hers, making her look up with confusion before realizing it was me. "Oh my goodness, you're home." She said, nearly laughing, as she pulled me in for a tight embrace.  "Hi," I breathed out as she nearly squeezed me to death. "Can't. Breathe."  She pulled away and rolled her eyes, but kept her smile. "I can't believe you're here!"  "Me neither," I laughed lightly. I saw Seb standing in the doorway and knew it was time to introduce him to her. Debbie was very picky when it came to the people my sister and I were dating. Considering this wasn't even a real relationship with him I knew she wouldn't be too fond of Seb.  "Debbie , this is Sebastian ." I shyly introduced.  "It's a pleasure-"  "Why did you bring him?" She asked me, cutting him off, her eyes never leaving mine. She looked upset as her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth curved downwards into a frown.  "Debbie ," I sighed. "please." I pleaded. It's not that I wanted her to like Seb, but I didn't want to make this awkward. I'd only be here for a couple days and wanted to make the most of it.  She nodded and looked back over to him. "Nice to meet you, Sebastian ."  He offered a small smile, but didn't say anything.  "Where's your stuff? You can put it in your room..." she said, trailing off as she went back to doing dishes.  "Is the guest room a mess?" I asked with a knowing smirk. The guest room was half a bedroom and half an office space for my dad since the computer was in there. She used it as a recreational room for her knitting and other sewing things. My dad always used to get frustrated when he'd go in there and would be cluttered with things.  She pursed her lips to keep from smiling. "Well I'm working on a project.."  I nodded and looked back at Seb with a cheeky smile. "Looks like you'll be on the couch."  He groaned. "Wonderful," he sarcastically mumbled.  We got our bags from the car and we went in downstairs to the finished basement. It had carpeting and was completely decorated. Besides the cold draft you'd never think you were downstairs.  "You can put your stuff here. The bathroom is over there and there's extra blankets in the closet." I said to him. "The couch reclines if you prefer it that way."  "Christy , just let me sleep in your room." He nearly pleaded.  I raised an eyebrow and gave a pointed room. "With me? No way,"  He smirked. "Scared to sleep with me?" Yes.  I scoffed. "No, Sebastian . Debbie is here and she wouldn't appreciate that at all." Well I wasn't lying. Debbie would be pissed if Seb slept in my room. She was old fashioned with many things, this being one of them.  "Fine, but if I can't sleep with you I at least want a kiss goodnight tonight." He said with a smug smirk.  I narrowed my eyes at him. "Nice try," And with that I walked back up the stairs.  ~>~  I sat on my bed that I missed almost just as much as my family. That might be a horrible thing to think, but sleeping is something I'm very passionate about. I had numerous pillows and blankets so it was literally like seeing on a cloud.  My room was cluttered, but not with junk. I had many nic-nacs and pictures. On top of my dresser were many pictures, jewelry box, and a few other random things I had gotten throughout high school and college. Over head of my dresser was my poster of Guardians of the Galaxy because Chris Pratt is gorgeous- duh. It stood out among my pale yellow walls that haven't been repainted since I was eight.  People were always surprised when I said I still lived with my parents, but I actually was in the process of moving into an apartment with Amelia before my mother called me. Amelia ended up moving in with another friend of hers since I couldn't.  It saddened me to think that I was missing every thing going on here at home. Everyone's lives continued, but I felt like mine was on hold. I felt as if this next year would almost put me behind in everything.  A knock came from the door and before I could get up Amelia stormed in with a glare on her face. "Why would you not tell me you'd be coming home?!" She exclaimed as she stomped over.  I gave a apologetic smile. "Sorry, Amy, it was last minute." I stood up to hug her.  She squeezed me tight before letting me go. "So where's Mr. Hot Rich guy?"  I raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but smile. "Sebastian is downstairs,"  "Well what are we doing up here? I wanna meet him."  She said, turning to pull me out and downstairs.  I groaned. "Don't be weird," I said to her.  She looked back with an innocent look. "What do you mean?"  My eyes narrowed. "You know exactly what I mean." I love Amelia dearly, she's my best friend. But she had a tendency to be a bit... much. Basically she has no boundaries with anyone.  We walked into the kitchen and there he was talking with Debbie , which nearly shocked me. "Hey," I said walking in, looking between the two of them.  Seb looked up at me with a smile, walking over to me. "There you are,"  "Seb, this is Amelia ." I introduced him, ignoring the look he gave me and how it made me have butterflies.  He looked away from me and back at Amelia with a warm smile that made his handsome face even more attractive some how. "Very nice to meet you," He said.  Amelia almost looked star struck as her mouth was slightly agape. "H-hi,"  I rolled my eyes, but smiled at her reaction. Amelia wasn't quiet so this was weird to see her like this. But she's always been one to keep up with gossip magazines and shows so seeing someone that's always on the front page in person would be a little bit exciting.  "Sebastian here was telling me about your new job." Debbie said from behind.  "How I'm basically his slave?" I joked and gave Seb a knowing smile before looking back to Debbie .  She laughed and nodded. "Not exactly how he quite put it, but yes."  "No complaints, I said you didn't have to work." Seb said, walking over to stand beside me.  I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah,"  Debbie shook her head, smiling. I was surprised to see she was actually warming up to him so quickly. As charming as Seb can be, Debbie wasn't one to be wooed.  "Are you coming to the hospital with us?" Debbie asked Seb and I immediately shook my head.  "No," I answered for him.  He looked down with furrowed eyebrows. "Why not?"  "You really can not meet my dad. He doesn't need to know about our arrangement." I said.  He nodded and looked away from me. Something in his facial expression told me that he was upset about something.  The rest of the night we all hung out and it seemed almost normal. It was nice see Seb so casual and despite my original thoughts, he almost looked like he belonged. Before I could only imagine him in his perfect world back in New York.  I was up in my room getting ready for bed by slipping on my night shorts and oversized t-shirt that nearly covered the shorts. I was also picking my outfit for tomorrow since I was going to go up to the hospital in the morning to see my dad.  Someone knocked on my door and I walked over to open it. Seb was leaning against the doorframe he was nearly to talk to walk through. His eyes looked me up and down before meeting my eyes. "Just thought I'd say good night." He said with a smirk.  I raised and eyebrow and crossed my arms, unconvinced. "Mhm, well goodnight." I said.  "No goodnight kiss for your fiancé?" He said smugly with a now lazy smile.  I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small smile. "No, Seb."  He chuckled and looked past me into my room. "So this is your room?"  I looked back behind me and back at him. "No it's the kitchen."  He now rolled his eyes and stepped in, his shoulder brushing mine. "It's very... you." He said, looking around and picking up random things before putting them down to look at something else.  "Sure, Seb,come on in." I muttered sarcastically, shutting the door before turning back to him.  He turned to face me with a wide grin. "Al? Yet another nickname. I like it,"  I nearly blushed at the fact that I called him that. I've always had a problem with giving people nicknames or calling them basically anything other than their full name. "What are you doing?" I asked, changing  him he subject.  He chuckled, knowing what I was trying to do. "Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the photo of Chris and I where he's kissing my cheek.  We'd never be more than friends and to this day we are friends so I didn't want to throw away all the memories and stuff from our relationship. Chris is someone I value deeply and I could honestly say I love him, but never romantically.  "Chris, he's a good friend." I said, walking over to look at the photo.  "He seems like too good of a friend." Seb mumbled.  I rolled my eyes. "Oh shush, he was my ex-boyfriend, but we stayed friends after."  He turned to look at my with a slight frown. "What kind of friends?"  I grunted and lightly tapped the back of my hand to his shoulder. "Don't be gross, he's just a friend." I tried to convince, but he didn't seem to believe me from the frown that remained on his handsome face.  "Do you still see each other often?" He asked, not letting the subject drop.  "When I lived here, yes." I nodded and crossed my arms due to the feeling of having to be defensive.  He turned to fully face me instead of standing next to me. I gasped as he pulled me into his chest, pinning me to the front of the dress. His hands held my hips so close to where my only option was to hold onto his toned shoulders. "I hate the idea of you being with someone else." He whispered against my ear. Chills were sent down throughout my body. The feel of his lips on my skin left a burning need for more.  "W-what?" I whispered out.  His face shifted to hover over mike as he looked between my eyes and lips. "I hate the idea of you being with anyone else." He repeated with a huskiness. "Everything about you drives me crazy, Christiana ." He presses his body more into mine nearly causing me to moan. "Everything," at that word I felt him completely against me.  "Seb," I breathed out as he began peppering kisses from my jaw down to my neck. I let out a soft, and embarrassing, moan as he began to suck on the spot between where my neck meets my shoulder.  He pulled away and his eyes looked straight into mine with clear want in them. "Don't make those noises,Christy . You alone in these little shorts are enough to make me go crazy." He said with a smirk as he tugged slightly on the soft material of my shorts.  I blushed, but thankfully my room was dimly lit by just the lamp by my bedside so you couldn't see. "I should go to bed..." I said, slightly pushing on his chest to get some space.  He nodded and swiftly tucked the hair behind me ear. "Goodnight, Christy ."  "Goodnight,"  He moved away, giving me one last glance before shutting the door.  I turned to get in the bed still shocked from what had just happened with Seb. I didn't know how or what to feel at this point. Everything was so confusing and complicated because of the many contracted deals going on. I didn't want to let my guard down and get hurt, especially from something I know could have been avoided.  My thoughts came to a complete halt as my bedroom door was swung opened. I turned back to see Seb coming over towards me. "Sebastian ? What are you-" I was cut off my his hands grabbing either sides of my face and pulling me in to smash his lips on mine.  He pulled away with a wide grin. "I'm sorry I had to do that." He gave me a wink before exiting for the second time truly leaving me stunned.  He was a drug and I was an addict.