Chapter 7 7

Sebastian's

They say a real man chooses to honor, love, and stay faithful to one woman.

I say feelings are fleeting-just temporary emotions, easily altered by circumstances you never expected.

I smirked as I stared at the red liquid swirling in my glass. It reminded me of someone obsessed with red lipstick. Red-the color of love, passion, and strong emotion. But it can also mean anger, rage. Humans always see things from different angles. What might be beautiful to one could be destructive to another.

I quickly downed the remaining liquor in my glass. This thing's been stressing me out lately. I'm not really a drinker, but lately, alcohol has become my go-to just to calm the fuck down. I poured myself another drink.

I looked at my laptop screen. Her strawberry blonde hair matched her porcelain skin so perfectly. And that sad little smile she always gives-like she's trying to be friendly but her eyes betray her. I know that smile isn't real. I want to see what a real smile looks like on her.

I sighed deeply and leaned back on my swivel chair. The city's night lights spilled through the windows, illuminating the room. Funny how the city only looks beautiful at night-when everything is covered in darkness, that's when you start to notice the lights sparkling through.

"Sir, I'm heading out," my secretary said.

It's already nine in the evening and she's only just leaving now? I shook my head and smirked. Women and their dramas. She's been my secretary since I got here, and I've seen the signs she's been dropping from day one. But screwing my employees isn't on my bucket list. Well-maybe if she was my secretary, I'd reconsider.

I shook my head at the thought.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I know thinking about her like that is a huge mistake. But can you blame me? That woman is so fucking adorable. The way her innocent eyes widen whenever I tease her, and the way her cheeks flush-it ignites something deep inside me.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing violently. I ignored it and let it ring until it stopped. I already knew who the persistent caller was.

It rang again. Annoyed, I snatched my phone from the desk.

"What?" I answered coldly.

"C'mon, man. You're missing the fun here. The place is packed with bitches, bro!"

"Told you, I'm not in the mood to screw tonight," I replied. I could hear loud, thumping music in the background. One of Andrei's bars was having its grand opening-probably another of his wild stunts. I wouldn't be surprised if there's an orgy going on later.

"Oh, come on. Don't be a pussy. Selene's been looking for you. You remember her, right?"

"Yeah. Just enjoy the fuck, fucker," I laughed and ended the call without waiting for his reply. I tossed the phone back on the table and finished the drink in my glass.

I stood up, grabbed the bottle of vodka, and drank straight from it. The bitter warmth burned down my throat. I walked to the window and stared into the dark city, only lit by headlights and streetlamps.

I'll be stuck alone in the house with Claire for another week.

A week full of temptation and hard-ons.

Niu texted me yesterday-he's flying to Palawan. I didn't even bother asking why. He was just giving me a heads-up that I'd be the one looking after his wife while he's away.

Fucking hell, Altamirano. Just admit it-you want her. You're dying to have your brother's wife all to yourself.

I sighed and scrolled through Claire's saved photos on my laptop.

Shit! I'm such a sick bastard, staring at her nearly-nude pictures. And worse? I don't even feel guilty about it, even though she's my brother's wife. Because I know something's up with Niu.

I shook my head at the mess Niu dragged me into-and now I'm caught in it too. Babysitting his wife? I'm doomed.

Ever since I arrived in this country, the only thing on my mind has been how goddamn beautiful Claire dela Fuerte is. I saw her once at a national competition-and fuck me, every time I saw her in those skimpy bikinis, I got a raging hard-on. Especially when I saw her neck and shoulders.

Her neck and shoulders look so fucking delicious.

I felt my cock twitch as lust surged through me. My friends would roast me if they knew I've watched all her videos and even made a dummy account just to stalk her on Instagram.

Fucking idiot, Sebastian.

She's your brother's wife.

But you know the real story-Niu isn't into her. You know it.

Two sides of my conscience were at war, while the other head had its own argument. I shook my head as my pants tightened. I palmed my erection, rubbing over the fabric. The friction made it worse. I imagined it was Claire's delicate hand stroking me, her fingers cupping my balls while the other hand moved up and down my shaft.

I let out a low moan from the pleasure of my thoughts.

Damn. I need a distraction.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Still early.

I grabbed the coat hanging on my chair and my car keys.

I need to get laid tonight.

I need to release this heat-

Or I just might lose control in front of her.

And I can't let that happen.

Not yet.