Sebastian's room, he just left her after the fact…
She just stood there surprised. It was not like she thought she was magical in bed. It was just she expected more from him. But he was like every guy she knew. They just used you, and left whenever they pleased. She had seen what her father had done to her mother. Well, he died, so it was not like he had much of a choice. Still, Sebastian was supposed to be enthralled by her, worship her. Kathryn's worst fears had happened; Sebastian had gotten what he wanted, was not impressed and now was bored with her. He did not want her anymore. He would never love her. Well, that was just fine with her. There were lots more guys out there that would be grateful that she gave them the time of day. She decided she would go visit Blaine to see if he could give her a pick me up or maybe she could take one his friends for a ride, gay or not.
When Sebastian came out of the bathroom all refreshed and clean, he halted expecting her to be still there, waiting for him. He knew her. She would never leave a fight without having the last word if she could help it. He was disappointed that what happened had not meant that much to her. She just left to do God knows what. Well, it meant a lot to him.
This was at the very least last-journal-entry material or ride-into-the-sunset-with-his-girl material. He only started his journal at his therapist request, but then somehow it became a book all about a certain manipulative seductress. He had hoped one day he would be able to put the book to rest, preferably by adding her as a conquest. And then this weird pull of hers would be gone. At least he could put the sex in his journal as something accomplished. He smirked. Kathryn would be furious when she found out he gave his journal to Annette.
"Crap, I can't believe I forgot." He was supposed to meet her in front of his house in case she forgave him. Then again, she never did ring the doorbell so she must not have forgiven him. Just in case he decided to go to her place one last time. Plus he wanted to get his journal back. He regretted ever giving it to her. Actually he would regret ever meeting her, but that would mean Kathryn would never have given into him.
Annette had always been a pawn. How else could he have proclaimed to love one girl and then very next day have sex with another? Obviously he had not changed as much as he thought. He cared nothing about Annette, right? He was just so confused.
Or maybe he was such a good actor he even fooled himself into believing he loved Annette. He wanted to see Kathryn knocked down a few pegs, so he decided to put his acting skills and good looks into good use. Of course, he never realized he had such deep feelings to work with. It had been his desire and infatuation with Kathryn that he had copied in order to woo Annette. It had all worked out as planned, until Kathryn revealed that Sebastian was only a toy to her. He had his pride and he would never let her know she had control over him. He would never let her know she had hurt him.
At Blaine's
"Blaine! Open the God damned door!" Kathryn had been at the posh 25th floor of Blaine's apartment for the past twenty minutes. She would have left by now if she did not really need a fix.
This was just one more thing to blame on Sebastian. She would never forgive him for taking advantage of her at a vulnerable moment. She had gone to his bed last night, sans clothes, because she was lonely and feeling sorry for herself. She had just wanted to fool around a bit, but she did not mean for it to cross that line. The line that enemies should not cross, let alone siblings- stepsiblings.
Kathryn bit her lip and worried for the hundredth time that there was something really wrong with her. Not only did she lust after her stepbrother, but also she actually enjoyed all the games they played. And she definitely liked how he made her feel just an hour ago. It was not like she never had a decent lay. He just made her feel like she was all he ever needed or wanted. No, past tense. He used to make her feel desired.
Right now she felt sick with fear that she may have lost him. And it was not fair that her bliss, the heavenly illusion of their love, only lasted those feel minutes when she hugged him. It had felt like coming home.
"Blaine! Open up." She raised her hand again to pound on the door at the same time the door was opened by an Italian, svelte and very tanned man with only a towel around his waist.
"Well, well, hmm…where's our friend?" She leered appreciatively at his lean physique. She blinked her eyes at the man when he did not seem in a hurry to answer. She took a sigh and used her palm to push him in the chest so she could get inside. She stopped. It was a very nice chest and stomach, with nice muscles in all the right places. She pushed him out of the way, and stepped inside. The door made a loud noise in the silent room as she shoved the door closed.
They stood and stared at each other, waiting.
Perhaps he did not speak English. "Blaine," she enunciated slowly. "B-L-A—"
"Ah, ah…He's not here. How do you say? He's out…hanging out," the Italian replied in perfect English but with an accent. He smiled slowly showing one dimple then another. He did his own appraisal of Kathryn in her black halter jumpsuit.
"Like what you see?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"Most definitely." He placed an arm around her shoulders and steered her towards the living room.
When they reached the couch, she became the aggressor. She pushed him on the couch and straddled his lap and dived in for a kiss.
He pulled back. "Wait. Not so fast, cara. How do you feel about being tied up?" He gave her his smile with those dimples again.
"Only if I get to tie you up first." She gave him a small coquettish smile in return.
"How about we take this to the bedroom?"
Kathryn shrugged and said, "Whatever you want, baby."
When Kathryn woke up, she immediately felt guilty. She thought by sleeping with someone else or getting high she would get rid of these feelings she had for her stepbrother. It was not okay to lust after him or enjoy sex with him and definitely not okay to want him to be…what? A boyfriend? A lover? A husband? Her mother was going to have a conniption if she found out.
What would Sebastian think? He would probably laugh at her. Or he might just play along for a while to lull her into a false sense of security. Then he would break her, just because he could. He would do it just to have a laugh and to defeat her at their games. It felt like it was all just a big game of poker. She was not sure if she was willing to lose her stake this time. This was not a simple bet anymore; this time it was her heart on the line.
In a daze, she gathered her things, and pulled on her clothes, and left without speaking to the Italian guy in bed. She did not even stop to search for Blaine. She just walked out onto the New York City night and walked a couple of blocks before thinking how her shoes were being ruined. She flicked her cell phone open and called home. She prayed that one of the butlers or maids would pick up and not Sebastian.
"Hello?" Sebastian said.
Looking skyward and taking a deep breath, she said, "Hi Sebastian. This is Kathryn." She mentally smacked her forehead. Of course he would know it was her; they had only lived together for three years. "Send Lyle to come pick me up."
"I'm sorry, I don't think Lyle is here right now. The parentals are home, and they had him drive them to a family dinner."
Urgh...then why aren't you there?"
"Well, sis. I was waiting for you so we can meet them there. I did not want you to have to arrive alone, all lonely and pathetic looking."
"Ahhh…how sweet. Not! Now come and pick me up."
"Tsk, tsk. Not when you ask like that. Anyway, I don't feel like going to dinner, especially if your mother is going to be there.
"Can she be any more desperate to fuck me?"
"In your dreams. She would never fuck you. You're almost half her age. Now come g-"
"You are going to have to talk sweeter than that to get me to give you a ride."
"That's not how it was this morning. It seemed like you like it rough. You were practically begging me to give you orders."
"No that's not true. If my memory serves me correct. You didn't make a sound, well talk at least." Sebastian was glad she brought up what happened this morning. He had no idea why he was wasting time teasing her when all he wanted to get her back home so he could kiss and fuck her silly.
"Never mind! I'm getting a cab. Where's the restaurant that our parents are at?"
She conceded first, so it was okay for Sebastian to concede. "Ok, I'll come get you.
Kathryn gave him the location and sat down on the bus bench to think and wait.