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Holy shit, it
was a black silk satin and lace thong. A very nice, expensive
looking silk satin and lace thong,

My eyes
narrowed when I saw a little white piece of paper pinned to the
front of them. I gripped the paper and bought it closer so I could
see the small note written on it.

‘
Victoria,
your replacements for my rip-roaring ways. Your S.B x’

Oh my God,
what was I going to do with him?

Shaking my
head, I placed the thong and card on the table next to me and went
back to the box. There was one more thing left, if I had counted
everything correctly. The only thing that seemed to be left was a
small red suede box, by the looks of it, a jewellery box.

My hands
suddenly shook when I reached inside and pulled the box out. It was
a small box, about the size of a—oh no—ring box.

Oh no, he
didn’t?

My heartbeat
pounded so heavily through my body, I could feel it in my mouth. My
mouth dried up, my cheeks scraping against the sides of my teeth.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth making swallowing hard and
thick. I licked my now dry lips and bit on them hard with my teeth
as I opened the box.

Before I could
see inside, I snapped it back again with a heavy click and squeezed
my eyes closed.

No, no, no. I
couldn’t look.

Yes, I
could.

Three times I
did this before I thought I just might have had a heart attack.

No, I didn’t
have balls big enough to open the box and look inside. I didn’t
want to. Who the fuck was I kidding? Of course I
wanted
to
look inside, God did I ever but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I
mean, what if it really was – no I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t even
think it.

I grabbed
everything that I’d taken from the box and stuffed it back in
except for the phone and closed the lid, pushing the box away from
me.

I got up from
the floor and began to pace, chewing on my thumb nail in the
process.

What had
happened to my day and night? Where did it go wrong? Or where did
it go right?

Walking back
over to my coffee table, I stopped in front of it and stared down
at the phone that seemed to be glaring up at me but daring me to
pick it up. With a huff, I lifted the iPhone up and pressed the
screen on; the email app was already open waiting for me. There was
also one email in my inbox.

I bit my lip
as my thumb hovered over the screen ready to tap it, to open the
email. Closing my eyes with a sigh, I did.

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
I’m
Sorry.

Victoria,

It’s so nice to speak
with you...finally. If you’re reading this email, it means that
you’re finally home and have noticed the box and contents sitting
on your coffee table.

To be blatant, I needed
your attention. You have the ability to block me out at every turn
so I had to resort to underhand tactics to get your attention.

I assume I have your
attention now? If so, goody goody. If not, you stump me.

I guess the first thing
I want to say is Sorry. I know it may mean nothing to you but it
means something to me, especially when I hurt you so. I know Monday
was a shock for both of us and in more ways than one.

I want, no, need to
apologise for my behaviour with regards to Naomi and Leo but also
with the way in which I treated you in my office. It was wrong and
reproachful of me to do what I did and again ...I’m sorry.

The man in me, the
pride, the lion, wanted to handle the Naomi situation myself much
like I did the first time but I guess just like then, I fucked up.
I seem to be doing this a lot around you. There’s something about
you that makes my head spin and my thoughts scatter into a million
tiny pieces.

Again, my Victoria, I’m
sorry.

To be honest, I don’t
know what more to say. It seems I can’t get the words out in person
and when I do, they seem to be wrong or make your cry or hate me or
maybe all three.

Just...I’m sorry.

I love you.

Sebastian.

Sebastian Blackwell

CEO Blackwell &
Sims

P.S. Please come home
to me, please.

VIC 1

For a long
time, I sat and stared at the screen, continuously flicking it
every five minutes when it began to dim. His words rolled over and
over in my mind. How could I not forgive him for what he had done?
He was trying; I had to give him that.

If I read the
big picture, he was offering me all he had on a plate and laying
himself out there for me to have. He was giving me a choice of
whether I wanted him and what he had.

The answer was
I did want him. I would be a fool and stupid as fuck to deny myself
and the feelings he brought up inside me. I’d be arrogant and
ignorant to ignore that my heart belonged to Sebastian.

The one thing
that I didn’t like though and we would seriously have to talk about
and that was the presents, gifts, offers whatever they were. I
didn’t want him and don’t want him for his money. It had never been
about the money, well except in the beginning but after falling for
him and then him hurting me and me giving him the money back, it
wasn’t about the dosh.

He could have
nothing and yet my iron clad heart opened for him, just him.

Finally
gathering up the courage and dealing with the shit in my head, I
hit the reply button and began to type.

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: I’m Sorry.

Seb,

Sebastian,
Sebastian, Sebastian, what am I going to do with you?

Okay, I admit
it. I hold my hands up in defeat. You have my attention.

But, you piss
me off one minute and make me want to hate you but the next you’re
adorably sweet and all I want to do is jump you...damn man.

Sebastian, you
thoroughly confuse my already warped mind and I’m not sure I can do
anything about it.

I accept your
apologies for the Naomi stuff, baby stuff and your behaviour. How
could I not? If I admit the truth, it was a good sesh between us
and a nice hard fucking but your arrogance and hard-headedness is
and was annoying but that’s water under the bridge now.

Anyway, you,
you little shit broke into my home. I’m not sure I can be so
forgiving on that. How do you explain yourself, mister?

Yours whether
I like it or not,

Vic.

P.S. I love
you too even though I would like to hit you with a very big
shoe.

Not even two
minutes later, the phone in my hand buzzed with a new email. That
meant he’d been sitting there waiting for me to reply.

Interesting,

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: re: I’m Sorry.

Victoria,

God, I have
missed you.

You don’t know
how good it is to speak to you again, even though I cannot hear
your voice. Just seeing your name appear on my phone is enough.
Reading your words that make me smile is more.

First off,
there are a million things I would like you to do to me. Perhaps I
could list a top five and you decide?

That is not
the first time I have heard that men piss off women. I am told by
my Brother Lawrence all the time that he’s in the doghouse as they
say for many a reason because he’d annoyed Laura in some shape, way
or form.

Upon
reflection, I guess us Blackwell Brothers seem to have the same
problem.

I don’t want
to confuse you, darling, I want to love you and vice versa.

Ugh! I’m not
sure I agree with your term of ‘fucking’ but to save face, I will
agree and close my mouth on the subject. I have apologised and
thank God, you have accepted my apology. I agree, bridge, water and
all.

With final
regard to your home being broken into by myself, I highly and
vehemently deny and object to your term of use again. I did not
break in, I merely availed myself to your abode. So much better
described, wouldn’t you agree?

Lastly, I
agree with reservations for you to hit me once but can I add that
for you to do so, I need to be in a state of arousal first?

Sebastian

Sebastian Blackwell

CEO Blackwell
& Sims

P.S. When are
you coming to me?

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: re: re: I’m Sorry.

Sebastian,

That’s
bullshit pure and simple. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Breaking in is breaking in buddy, no other way around it. I suppose
I could let you off because you left me nice things.

Yeah and about
those nice things, I appreciate them and all but I don’t want them,
Sebastian. I don’t want your money, your property or whatever it is
you have. I don’t care if you’ve got fifty pence in the bank and
holes in your shoes...okay maybe that’s a little too out there but
you get what I’m saying, right?

Hit me with
the list and we’ll discuss it but I can guarantee that your top
five won’t be the same as mine. I am after all, a dirty bastard and
am so freaking proud of that title, you wouldn’t believe.

I’m not
entirely sure I can be persuaded to come to you...just yet. After
all, just like the Godfather said, ‘you’d have to make me an offer
I can’t refuse’

Vic. x

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.

Victoria,

I can still
assure you that I didn’t break into your flat; I merely marked my
territory so to speak.

As for the
famous black box, I could tell you I loved you a thousand times a
day and you could already know that but I want to also give you
everything I can possibly give you. That includes showering you
with gifts and goodies.

I promise you
that you will never go without and if I can afford it, which I can,
I will give you everything you ever want or need. It’s all yours,
Victoria.

As CEO of my
own company and with many fingers in many other pies, one does like
to be in control and dominant in all aspects and areas however; on
this occasion, I think I will tie my own hands behind my back and
allow you to take control and dominate me with your top five listed
things ‘to do to Sebastian’

Believe me
when I tell you that just the mere thought of being taken by you
and your warped mind as you say makes one salivate,
uncontrollably.

As for the
Godfather, a top class movie in its own rights with many family
values and definitely one for the top shelf. I do believe I own a
special edition.

As for an
offer you can’t refuse, well, will a BMW M6 Convertible, automatic,
in Sakhir orange with the registration plate: VIC 1 suffice?

Sebastian

Sebastian Blackwell

CEO Blackwell
& Sims

I stared at
the screen after receiving that last email with my mouth hanging
open. The arrogance of him poured through the phone but yet the
vulnerability was still there.

God love
him.

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.

Sebastian,

There’s that
arrogance again that you’re going to have to curb. I’ve told you
time and time again that I don’t want your money or goods, well
except the goods that come between your legs. After all, I’m crazy
not stupid.

As for the
car, I understand about the automatic reference as I remember
chewing off all the teeth in the gearbox of the last car I drove,
your BMW. But please don’t dangle carrots in front of my face
because seriously, that’s not nice and so not on.

If you really
can get the car, then I will of course pay you back every week or
every month but you certainly know how to pick them but I’ll
believe it when I see it.

Over to you to
make the arrangements for us getting together. If you want me to
‘Cum’, you’ll have to make me.

Give it your
best shot.

Vic x

From:
[email protected]

To:
[email protected]

Subject:
re: re: re: re: re: re: I’m Sorry.

Victoria,

You are a very
naughty girl but I like you.

As for the
vehicle, you’ve been too cross with me and you haven’t been paying
attention. On the key ring you were left in the black box, there
are two BMW fobs however; only one applies at this moment. After
all, it’s the only one that’s engraved with the registration plate
VIC 1.

If you move
that sweet juicy arse of yours over to your living room window,
you’ll see the Sakhir Orange convertible parked outside.

I’ll expect
you at my place 8PM sharp.

Hurry up.
Don’t make me wait, Victoria.

Sebastian

Sebastian Blackwell

CEO Blackwell
& Sims

P.S. Don’t
forget to wear the thong, I’ll be checking.

“He’s lying.”
I whispered and ran over to my window. I gripped the edge of the
heavy curtains then the net and pulled them back. I pressed my nose
to the glass as I stared outside, my eyes flicking up and down the
street searching for the car.

My breath left
me with a whoosh when I spotted it under the street lamp a couple
of cars down from my front door. It was just parked there staring
at me, daring me to go closer and have a good look.