''You are home'' the blue-eyed devil greeted me.

''I guess, I am'' I replied with a fake smile plastered on my face.

''Soooo? I am guessing you were busy with the event's preparation?'' He asked curiously, raising his eyebrow.

Wait. How does he know about the event?

''How do you know about the event?'' I placed my thoughts with narrowed eyes.

''Doesn't matter,'' he dismissed with his hands, '' I actually wanted to talk to you about something''.

''What?'' I scowled.

''Urm'' he awkwardly rubbed his neck, making me raise my eyebrow in amusement which I hid under my cold demeanor.

He's adorable when he's awkward, it's so not like him.

I didn't just say that.

'' Ah-'' He cleared his throat averting his gaze from me and looking somewhere else.

''You know after working the whole day, I don't have the energy to wait and listen to something that's definitely going to make us fight. So please do me and yourself a favor and talk tomorrow'' with a wide fake smile I turned around.

''Wait'' He called and I rolled my eyes.

''Sebastian, please, I don't have the-''

''I am sorry'' he suddenly blurted.

I froze, he didn't say that, did he?

''I guess, I heard you wrong, did you say anything?'' I turned around, frowning.

He silenced himself and closed his eyes with his fists clenched.

Í sighed and shook my head in disappointment. Just as I was going to turn around and leave and stared at him one last time,

''I am sorry'' he said looking in my eyes, making me freeze.

Did he just say that?

I blinked several times and kept looking at him with my eyes widened and parted lips.

''Look, please don't make repeat, it's already so hard'' He groaned rubbing his face with his hands.

I stared at him astonished. I get it why it was so hard for someone like him to apologize; keeping his large male ego aside, he was apologizing to me. I know, I shouldn't accept it because the asshole he is, he is going to hurt me again, but being the soft-hearted fragile person I am, I said what I felt.

''it's fine'' I replied with a tight smile. I know I am going to regret it but for what's worth it, his eyes shone with happiness.

''Are you serious?'' He asked scrunching his eyebrows. I nodded.

''Look, I don't know why you are being so good. You are making me feel more terrible'' He grumbled closing his eyes. I stood there biting my lower lip, preventing myself from laughing at him.

He sure is cute when he's frustrated.

I did not just say that.

''I am sorry, Ella. I am really sorry for being a dick that day, I know it's none of my business who you hang out with or who you fuck-'' His face morphed with disgust, ''but I just couldn't stop myself. I felt-'' he stopped. Making me scrunch my eyebrows.

''You felt?'' I asked raising my eyebrows.

''I felt that being my best friend's younger sister, I had to look after you, but clearly, I had crossed my line'' He cleared his throat.

''You did'' I muttered.

''Soooo?'' He emphasized.

''its fine asshole, don't worry'' I replied with a roll of my eyes.

''Can you stop with that nickname?" He rolled his eyes yet chuckled.

''No, can do''

''Clearly'' He muttered.

''I am going to my room before we start fighting again'' I replied turning around.

With a smile on my face I took small steady steps towards my room; feeling an intense gaze at my back. I turned back to look at him before entering my room.

''Wait'' He blurted from the place he was standing. ''Erm-'' He rubbed his neck again. I raised my eyebrow.

What was wrong with him today?

''I prepared dinner; we can have it when you freshen up'' He shrugged remaining emotionless and looked somewhere else uninterested. I raised my eyebrow then nodded and entered my room.

I looked in the mirror in front of me, and there was my reflection looking back at me. The girl who was looking at me appeared to be exhausted. The bags under her eyes darkened as her cheeks thinned. I looked at my mirror for what seemed like hours before closing my eyes with a sigh.

After stepping out of the set of my black bra and panty, I grabbed my towel and entered the shower. When I turned on the shower tap, ice-cold water dripped my shoulders, causing me to sigh contentedly. Nothing beats a refreshing shower at the end of a long day. I can't remember the last time I bathed this sloppily.

Everything seemed hazy. I just wanted to go the bed after showering but the asshole was preparing dinner, though I would gladly be a cold-hearted bitch, I didn't want to...

Want to?

I don't know.

Hurt his feelings?

I don't know, where these conflicting emotions were coming from and hence I chose to ignore them and continued the rest of my shower.

I turned off the shower faucet and entered my room, wrapping a towel over my body and rubbing my damp hair with another tiny towel.

I changed into my violet pajamas and let my damp hair fall over my shoulders before walking out of my room and into the kitchen.

The luscious smell of steak invaded my nostrils, making my stomach grumble. I tiptoed down the kitchen and cleared my throat making my appearance known.

Sebastian was busy looking at the pan with his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. He bit his lower lip, which burned something within me.

He looked hot. His sweats hung low in his hips while the white tee he wore hugged his body like a clingy female giving me the perfect view of his back.

When I cleared my throat he turned warily before his eyes darkened looking at me. I felt hot all over again.

Didn't I just shower?

What was wrong with me?

''I just need to finish frying the fish and then we will ready'' He replied huskily, drinking my body.

Oh lord, someone ask him to stop.

''Okay,'' I exhaled deeply looking at him.

The atmosphere turned one-fifty degrees hotter. I removed my eyes from his body and opened the refrigerator to drink some cold ice water.

''Um, could taste this? Could you see if this is alright? Or do I need to add more salt in it?'' He asked turning around to me with his eyes on the fish.

''Sure'' I replied with a tight smile.

I didn't want to be near him.

He approached me with slow steady steps and stood in front of me holding the spoon in his hands. When he looked back at the pan my hungry eyes went to structured abs which were tearing out of his white tee. I bit my lower lip when he turned around and moved my eyes to the spoon he held.

The next thing I knew, I was staring into his eyes, which were black and whirling with thunders in them. That was a mistake because the next thing I knew was that, an undeniable desire burned within me.