I rub my eyes as I groan into my pillow, I hate waking up.

I force myself to open my eyes and immediately they search for my phone, smiling when I find it set up against a water bottle on my night table. But what makes me happy is seeing Seb's room, he didn't hang up all day.

My fucking dork.

It's almost 11 here so he walked around with me in his pocket the whole day, cause it's five in the evening there.

He's muted himself so I wouldn't wake up, he gives me another reason to let him shove his face against my tits everyday.

I keep my eyes on the face time until he walks out of the bathroom, my eyebrows shoot up and my breath gets stuck in my lungs when I see him walk around with only a white towel wrapped low on his waist.

So low I can see the killer v-line he has, the tattoos running down his chest and his damp hair as he roughly rubs a towel on his head.

He looks up at the phone to catch me ogling, the grin that lights up his lips as he walks closer to the phone and unmutes himself makes my stomach flutter. his voice is throaty and deep which makes the butterflies more intense.

"You know you're allowed hanging up, right?" I ask him, even though I much prefer if I woke up to this view every single morning I'm here, but if it's too much effort for him I don't want to make him keep doing it.

What if he thinks I'm clingy and needy?

He rolls his eyes before getting off the bed and walking into his closet, is all he says causing me to grin.

he calls out and I gasp, fucking asshole I do not. I know I don't because my insomniac would have told me.

"Liars don't get pussy, watch your words" I glare at the phone screen as he returns in a pair of navy blue slacks. The waistband of his boxers peeking through while he pulls on his white dress shirt, raising an eyebrow at me when I cover the bottom half of my face with the fluffy blue comforter.

Why does he have such nice abs?

he glares right back at me, damn me for telling him my month's schedule when I get stressed. And the weirdest part is that he puts it in his much busier calendar, guys and girls have never cared this much about me, that's why when he does it confuses me.

But I listen, I push the comforter off me revealing my half naked body.

I can practically feel him staring at my bra covered tits as I sit up in bed, running a hand through my hair with a loud yawn. I can't say shit, I stared at his abs and back every chance I had.

"Don't hang up," I warn as I get up off the bed to brush my teeth, I crack a smile when he holds his pinky finger to me. Dork.

I get up after acting like we interlocked our pinkies and walk to the bathroom, quickly I take a fat piss and brush my teeth, deciding to shower at night because I just showered last night.

I grab a black button up that definitely belongs to Seb before changing my underwear and tugging on some simple black skinny jeans. I tuck one half of the front into my pants before running my hands through my hair.

I walk to my bed after grabbing socks, he asks as I bend over to put on my socks. "Of course" I don't even bother lying.

I might or might not have taken a quarter of his closet before I left, but then again he could just tell his personal assistant to get him more.

And he says I look better in his clothes.

I pull on some white and black jordan's I stole from Akira before standing, taking a few steps to show Seb my amazing outfit. He looks me up and down before a small smile reaches his lips,

I blush at the nickname while grabbing my phone from my night table, ready to head downstairs.

I sigh when I see him pulling his blazer on showing it's time for us to hang up, I cut him off with a sad smile. "-Meeting with some investors, I know" I whisper.

His eyes find me before he narrows them slightly, what? If he knows my day I want to know him, he's going to a meeting with a new investor for his company. He owns one of the best jewellery empires in the world, well along with a mafia.

he blurts before my eyes snap to my phone, I shake my head slightly when I see the slightest colour of pink rise to his cheeks. The corner of my lip tilts up as I walk down the stairs.

The blush on my man's cheeks makes me want to grab his face and kiss him breathless, quite frankly if he was here I'd already be all over him. "Call me after your meeting, amor" I lean forward and kiss the camera.

He mutters something under his breath as he grabs his phone and returns my kiss, he says about the call and I smile before nodding and hanging up. I went to sigh but when the smell of pancakes and-well food filled my senses I raised an eyebrow.

Akira getting out of bed to cook is like someone taking Ice cream away from Ivy, also known as impossible. Don't get me wrong, she's the best cook ever - after Seb - but she never cooks...

I shove my phone into my back pocket as I walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen, the stove fan can be heard from all the way over here.

When I reach the kitchen my eyebrows shoot up, although when Luke grabs Akira's waist and tugs her to him before kissing her makes me cringe. Yeah I should have stayed in bed.

As much as I hate to cockblock, I do. I clear my throat and Akira jumps before shoving her boyfriend away, her cheeks burn red as she shoots me a tight lipped smile.

"Abby, good morning, I made breakfast" Luke flashes me a grin while nodding towards the food on the kitchen island, my eyes trail along the plates full of food as I nod slowly.

I'm pretty full from yesterday's lunch to be honest.

And I need to get away from this face sucking that's happening in my kitchen, not the best thing to see in the morning.

I give him a small nod in return for his 'good morning' while just grabbing a glass of orange juice so I don't make him feel annoyed that I didn't eat any of his food.

He wraps his arm around Akira before pulling her to his side, Luke is walking around shirtless in the apartment me and Akira own even while knowing I live here too. But honestly he's the furthest from my type, and kinda Akira's too. We both like our men built, but not too much that they look like the undertaker.

Inc is a nice little detail, and mostly we want them tall and rude to anyone who isn't you. Luke is the annoying side character trying to get with the girl, not saying that he and Akira don't have a chance. But just in the books I've read, he seems like that. Ryle Kincaid...

I hope he isn't like Ryle for his own good, I have three different mafias on my side buddy, watch your pretty boy face.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks Akira way too loudly and I rest my face, oh, I only then notice I was glaring at him like I wanted to eat him alive. Not in the good way.

I clear my throat as I bring the homemade orange juice to my lips and take the smallest sip, I will not apologise to him. "No she's always like this," Akira waves him off, "why don't you go change into some new clothes?" she asks him with such a happy tone.

I sigh and let my shoulders sag, okay maybe I'm only the tiniest bit salty. Hey! When I saw Akira and Dominico at the wedding I had high hopes, but nothing happened and now she has a boyfriend. I was rooting for Dommy boy.

He nods, placing one last loud kiss on her lips before giving me a small smile and walking off towards Akira's room. When I realise what that means I cringe, he slept over, again.

"Want me to get you chicken nuggets?" she offers when she sees me not eating any of the food, I smile at my best friend before shaking my head.

Another small sip of my orange juice that doesn't make me want to throw up everything I've had in the past 48 hours, "does his mom like you now?" I ask her, changing the topic about me eating.

She winces as if she's remembering something, her eyes meet mine and she shivers. "The furthest from it, she brought up his fucking ex" she yell whispers the last part and my lips part in surprise.

Oh she's that mother?

"Said she liked her better cause she was a doctor," she mutters and the way she plays with the ends of her hair makes me wanna kill someone. She does that when she's nervous or sad and I hate when people make her sad.

"You're a lawyer" I argue and she gives me a small smile.

I can't tell if I like Luke or not, he's good to her but his family is anything but good to the sweet girl.

You have got to be fucking kidding me

I look at John who is just glaring at me, thinking this is my fault.

My eyes lock with the ones of Akira's from across the meeting table and she's furious, about to threaten the man who just called me a whore with everything she's got.

I give her a look to stay calm, I have every other partnership in this room, who cares if I don't have his?

Rachel's laugh pulls me out of my thoughts and I look at her, "I agree, some people are so desperate for something with a dick" she says and her eyes flicker to me when she says the last few words.

She's making him think that I begged Hunter to fuck me, fucking bitch needs a new hobby because this is getting annoying. I don't get defensive like she wants, for the first time in a while I think about the end goal.

Walking out of this room with the partners I have, channel, Saint Laurent, Fendi and Balenciaga. She's still sucking ass for Dior and shit talking me in a private conversation with whatever the Dior's spokesman's name was.

My jaw clenches when I hear Rachel whisper something about me wanting her man cause I couldn't get one for myself. I need this meeting to be over.

"Okay," one of my new partner's interrupted everyone's chatter. "This was a great meeting, see you all next time" he dismisses us and I've never stood off my chair any faster.

My eyes lock with Akira's and we both make a beeline for the door, I walk out as anger clouds my brain. How dare she call me so many things, 'whore', 'side-piece', 'relationship breaker', 'thirsty slut', 'bimbo'.

If anything she's the fame hungry whore that will fuck anyone to get to the top, she sucked a judge's dick once to make her start and end a show. And I'm the thirsty slut?

But what got to me was her bringing Akira into this, she called her a slut who defends a girl that tried ruining a strong relationship, Dior broke their partnership with Akira because of me.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper as Akira links her arm through mine. Dior was one of her biggest sponsors, they always had her for runway shows and now she lost them. She only waves me off with a huge smile, "don't worry about it babe, I can always find another sponsor" she grins.

But when she sees Luke her smile dies and a sigh leaves her lips, "never mind, I won't even be modelling after a bit" she lets out a small laugh trying to sound happy.

"You don't have to stop for hi-" I can't even talk when I feel someone grab onto my forearm, rough and hurtful as someone forces me to turn to my side. I'm met with John's hazel eyes and before Akira could peel his hands off me Luke calls her name.

She ignores him but I give her a look to go to him, she narrows her eyes while she goes to slap John. "Go, it's fine I'll see you at the apartment" I assure her.

She's still not convinced but when Luke hugs her she seems to sigh, hesitant but I force her to leave and she does. Looking back at me about a million times to ask me 'I can sue him for you?' over and over again.

"What" I snap, yanking my arm away from his grasp only for him to grip my wrist and pull me to the side.

He glares at me and I can basically meet his eyes without having to look down, if anything I could look down at him with a decent pair of heels.

"Stay away from Hunter and Rachel, keep it together before you ruin everything for sex" he grits, my eyebrows furrow and I let out a shaky chuckle. Of course he believes that I begged Hunter for sex.

"I haven't talked to him for almost five months now," I tell him the truth and he rolls his eyes, not believing a single word that leaves my lips. I sign out of frustration when he grabs my wrist harder.

His jaw clenches and he takes a step closer to me, causing me to move back like I'm repulsed by his presence. "Stop being some cheap slut and get your life in order, whore around when I'm not in charge of your reputation" he whispers harshly.

I hate it, I hate how his words force tears to surface in my eyes. "I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't guess it, you seem like the type of girl that sleeps with whoever is willing" he scoffs before roughly letting go of my hand.

Shoving me back a step or two as he storms off, my hands fist at my side as tears blur my vision. The same words, he said the same words my parents said when they found out about my modelling career.

'Stop being a cheap slut who shows her body to the world and get it together, stay in med school or so help me Abby. This family is a line of doctors, if you can't do that then you are no longer my child.' my dad screamed into my face.

The memory alone makes me suck in a sharp breath as a lone tear slips down my cheek, I turn my head to the ground as I attempt to get out of here.

I can't breathe, it's the airport when I got to italy for the wedding all over again.

The words of my parents echo in my head, 'such a disappointment, went from becoming a doctor to a fucking slut' my mom said to me as I sobbed in front of her.

My hands shake as I try running away from here for some fresh air, but the world hates me. I bump into someone and I gasp, not being able to help the tear that slipped down my cheek as I look up to meet eyes with Rachel.

She looks at me before scoffing, "A crying slut, damn Abby, you going to make people pity you and get you sponsors?" she asks while crossing her arms.

I don't have the effort to argue with her so I walk right past her, bumping her shoulder with mine as I try taking deep even breaths but it won't freaking work.

I can't breathe, it feels like the room is closing in on itself and my eyes are getting droopy and blurry from all the tears.

When the automatic doors open and I run out I take a harsh inhale of the fresh air, but it doesn't help, the voice of Rachel behind me only makes this ten times worse.

"What? Are you running again, Madden?" she asks and I almost sob.

More tears slip down my cheeks as my parent's voices shout in my head, telling me how much of a disappointment I am, how much they've always hated me, how much they wish I was never born. And how they want to rekindle our relationship now, only because I have money.

I can't hear Rachel's voice anymore, it's blurred out and muffled by the sounds of my ear drums beating, my parents shouting at me, John's nasty words for me.

I walk faster only to bump into someone again, and then I let it out. I let out a sob, I'm so done with everything. I just want to be in his arms, not here.

"Mi vida, shh what's wrong?" I think I'm dreaming but screw it. I let out another sob before wrapping my arms around him, he's real, I can feel him but he can't be here. He's in Spain, or Italy.

My cries are muffled by a black blazer and-wait, a black blazer that smells like chocolates and I have no idea. But it smells like Seb, I look up through my blurry vision, I have to blink multiple times to clear my eyes.

But when I see him actually here I cry harder, slamming my face into his chest while he lightly holds the back of my head and wraps an arm around me.

He's here. My Seb is actually here.