Breaking the Broken

Twelve

The Lady In Her Spare Time

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You're not the same as you were before

Tell me what are you like behind closed doors

I can't take this anymore

To see these people slippin' out through the back door

Pillar

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A moan he had heard a million times before could be heard reverberating throughout the hotel suite. Looking up suspiciously from his book, Sebastian carefully laid down The Princeand rose from his armchair. Making his way down the hallway, the sounds got louder and louder until Sebastian found his ear pressed against the ornately carved bedroom door. A very masculine grunt that he knew for a fact that his beloved stepsister didn't make signaled him to the fact that she was not alone. Disappointment soon gave way to curiosity, and maybe a little bit of anger. Who was she to lecture him on fucking random people in the hotel?

Then again, who was he to complain?

One large fist poised centimeters away from the hardwood of the door, Sebastian paused before knocking. He was instantly thrown back to another time, in a situation not too different…

"Just a minute!" she had chirped, clearly out of breath from her own variation on exercise. A sliding noise could be heard, and it was clear to Sebastian that the "secret" drawer under her bed had been open. Mentally counting down from seven, he heard the drawer slide closed and Kathryn call out "Come in!" as he reached "one".

"Well, you obviously wanted me to witness your little adventure, or else you wouldn't have invited me in. Now, where is your friend who gives you such pleasure?" they shared a smirk as he slid open the deep blue drawer, revealing Ronald in a very… revealing outfit.

Last time he had involved himself in her "adventures", things had not ended well at all. It was another significant point in the road to war between the two volatile stepsiblings, and Sebastian wasn't sure if what was on the other side of that door was something he wanted to see, invited in or not. The tentative peace treaty continued to stand between the two. Yet they both knew they were standing on shaky ground.

A loud groan from the other side snapped him back to the situation at hand. Without a second thought, he pushed lightly on the door, and it sprung open and he strode confidently inside as if he had no inkling of what was going on within the bedroom.

It would be a beautiful scene to others. Sunlight cascading gently in through the bay windows, pale blue curtains swaying gently in the breeze. In the center of the large bed, a couple lay entangled in the ultimate expression of love. Her porcelain-skinned fingers entangled in his dark hair, eyes closed enjoying the moment. However, Sebastian was not others. Sebastian did not find this beautiful, he did not know who this guy was, he did not want his cum in his bed.

Or his stepsister, for that matter.

As the door made contact with its stopper, Kathryn's electric green eyes shot open. While most women when caught having sex would be horribly embarrassed, not Kathryn. Smiling lazily, she adjusted the dark silk bed sheet to cover herself slightly better, and tapped her companion on the shoulder. His dark head swung around quickly, meeting Sebastian's steady gaze with bright green eyes. Blushing furiously, he lowered his eyes, quickly locating his boxers on the floor, sliding them on as Kathryn stole the sheet for herself.

"I don't think you two have been properly introduced," she drawled, enjoying the flash of jealousy across Sebastian's handsome face, ignoring the awkwardness in the room, and the discomfort radiating from her bedmate.

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend," he shifted, slightly defensively.

"You didn't tell me that either, Kat," Sebastian smirked, laughter in his voice.

"This is my stepbrother, Sebastian," Kathryn rolled her eyes. The post-orgasmic haze seemed to be clearing, and her ice-cold exterior was beginning to form around the edges. The fuzzy warmth in her light eyes was starting to sharpen and fade, clearing the lines which had previously been blurred.

"Sebastian? Your stepbrother? Sebastian is your brother?" the brown-haired boy seemed repulsed. His handsome features distorted and he cringed visibly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Stepbrother," Kathryn muttered defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. Her mystery man scoffed, looking under the bed for his shirt. Sebastian's golden eyebrow arched in interest.

"And you are?" he prompted, irritation showing slightly.

"Oh, hey. I'm Sean," the brunette male offered, his tone surprisingly casual. The look in his eyes, however, was anything but. He seemed much more comfortable now that he was fully clothed, but Kathryn's eyes remained stubbornly on the door, avoiding Sean's irate gaze.

"Oh well Sean, don't let me interrupt. You two seemed to be having plenty of fun," Sebastian's intense gaze pierced Kathryn's. She didn't smile, but she didn't look away, raising her dark eyebrow in a challenge.

"Something tells me she'd prefer you," Sean spat, picking up his leather jacket and tossing it over his shoulder. "You two are seriously fucked up."

The door slammed closed, but neither paid it any attention. Though no one was here to witness it, this was a time just like so many others before it. At the first hint of contact, both Kathryn and Sebastian seemed to slightly lose touch with reality. Their world no longer extended beyond the pristine walls and ritzy furnishings of the hotel, and no one existed there beyond the two of them. An intensity that few others could sustain locked in with them, an essential part of their relationship that no one could ever hope to understand, or to accomplish.

"Jesus Kathryn, is the hotel hosting a Boy Scout convention? Where the fuck did you find that guy?" Sebastian snickered slightly, crawling into bed with the petite beauty.

"Looks like somebody's being visited by the green monster," Kathryn mocked, tugging a cigarette out of the black leather purse perched precariously on the bedside table. Wordlessly offering him one, Sebastian declined. Watching the flame flicker tenderly, the only sound in the room was the light but steady breathing of the pair and the click of the flint on stone, again and again. The breathing continued alone, longer after the clicking had died away. Snatching the cigarette away from Kathryn, Sebastian propped it between his lips and stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"What the fuck? I asked you if you wanted one," Kathryn protested, mouth slightly agape.

"Is he the first guy?" he asked, catching her off guard.

"The first guy to…what?"

"How long have you been screwing around?"

"With Sean? A few hours. Could've been longer if somebody learned how to knock."

"You know that isn't what I meant," Sebastian glared.

"Are you for real? I just spent the last year and a half of my life in a fucking rehab center, oppressed by nuns. Why do I have to be celibate?" she ranted. Sebastian rolled his beautiful eyes irritably.

"You—"

"Oh, God forbid I enjoy sex. Far from the Upper East Side, but I'm still Marsha-fucking-Brady!"

"Kathryn, I believe I've already heard this speech."

Entangling herself further in the sheet, she cast a disbelieving glace at her stepbrother. A slow smirk spreading across her delicately featured face, she crawled across the large bed, silk sheet draped across her toned body, like a predator approaching its prey. Sebastian continued to puff away on the stolen cigarette, smoke wafting lazily towards the domed ceiling. For someone so handsome, it was astounding how existentialistic he managed to look on some occasions. The dark attire, bored expression on the finely chiseled features and graying smoke swirling about seemed to make him the picture of the tormented artist, the ideal model of discontent that some of the most famous writers in history had attempted to capture. The smoke seemed to cloud not only the room, but her senses.

Before either of them could process what was going on, she was lying on top of him, their noses gently nuzzling against each other. Lowering her lips to his neck, Kathryn sucked gently, whispering all the while.

"Oh Sebastian, I'd so hate to bore you."

The sneer was evident in her voice, but Kathryn didn't stop her ministrations, her tiny left hand tracing the intimate contours of his muscular chest, going lower and lower and…

"Ooh," Sebastian let out a tiny groan, before squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. The eyes are always said to be the windows to the soul. Darker lines of blue criss-crossed and weaved about, casting contrasting patterns against the brighter blue. They seemed to contain a thousand images and thoughts and feelings, while never revealing a single one. The windows to Sebastian's soul, or perhaps lack of it, were stain-glass, and how appropriate, for there had never been a more stained person. They veiled what he was truly thinking. In most instances, you look to a person's eyes while they speak to confirm their sincerity, but in Sebastian's, it was best if you looked far away. The dizzying patterns and contours weaved together into a thing of splendor, and you had a better chance of falling under their spell than of seeing the truth.

This was the mistake Annette had made. While looking into those light orbs, she had fallen under the spell that had taken in so many before her. It's true; she could find some genuine emotion in there. She was so taken in by what she saw that she ignored what hid in the dark, the shadowy corners, the pieces that were never elated. Annette could see he felt, but she could never see the true depth of his emotions. People like her, good, kind, decent people, could never comprehend the real feelings of people like him. It was best that she could never see the brutal truth, the honesty in his eyes that would lie there in wait. She would never know what to do with it.

"No, that's the one thing I can always say for you, Kat. You keep it interesting…" he rolled them over, reversing their positions without breaking contact. Pinning her gently to the bed, Sebastian's hand began to wander too, tracing courses across her cloth-covered torso, feeling goosebumps appear in its wake. Pressing his lips to her ear, Sebastian taunted, "I guess your little friend was right. You don't seem to mind too much that I've taken over," he whispered hotly, his breath causing her to shiver. Contrary to his expectations, she didn't push him away, just mustered up a weak, "Fuck you."

"One day. Hey Kathryn… why did he say that?" asked Sebastian, curiosity getting the better of him. He regretted the words as they slid from his lips, but by then, it was too late. He could feel her stiffen below him, before catching his hand with her own and tossing it off. Sitting up briskly, he watched with interest as her transformation from the girl lying in the bed to the girl sitting atop it. From vulnerable and hot to invincible and cold. It was truly a wonder.

"I have no idea," Kathryn said, giving up her struggle with the sheet to pull it from below Sebastian. Dropping it to the floor, she strode confidently the path to the bathroom and called over her shoulder, "What are your plans for today?"

"I have to go see someone important," Sebastian muttered distractedly.

"Who do you know in California!" Kathryn called back, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles, bouncing around the large room of porcelain and glass, giving it a hollow quality by the time it reached his ears. Sighing, Sebastian contemplated how easy it would be to just lay his golden head back upon the pillows and go to sleep. Unfortunately, there was a matter more important to him than almost anything in the world waiting for him, and he had disappointed them too many times before.

"It's not in California. I'll probably be back by tomorrow. Just… make sure they change the sheet before I get back," Sebastian cringed, shutting the door behind him. Sliding on his mirrored sunglasses, he strode down the hallway, the objections and questions of his sibling by law but definitely not by practice shut out. The elevator doors slid open at the end of the hall, and the girl inside was familiar too. An eerie sense of déjà vu swept over Sebastian as he took in the form of a smiling Belinda Van Ryan. God, did she live in that fucking elevator! True, she was gorgeous and a good fuck, but there was only one girl in the world who had ever managed to truly hold his attention in that department, and he had left her in the hotel room.

Turning, Sebastian decided it'd be better to take the stairs.

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Hey guys. I know that this chapter didn't have too much in it, but it'll be really important later on, so take note! Lol. This is all laying the foundation for some extreme things to come… so get ready…

Wicked vamp- Lol yes, Kathryn was exaggerating. Sebastian is not a dirty employed gigolo. Although if the family ever goes bankrupt, he could definitely rake in a lot that way, don't you think? Lol. So this answers your question about what happened to Kathryn's sex life. Hint: behind closed doors.

Luvs-bitch01- Oh, I just love your reviews. I'm glad that you like what I did with the relationship between Kathryn and Cassidy. It's a very tricky one. And just wait to see who else gets into the mix in the coming chapters…

Yes, insert diabolical laughter here.

Katie- so I guess this means you don't get to stalk me for at least… oh, another day. But I had so much fun plotting out the coming twists, that I might just let you anyway. So now you get to feel all special with your gigantic spoiler. Haha!

Mags- I'm glad you're reading this now too. Haha, I've missed talking to you. Sorry I kept you up lol

I'm not sure how this turned out though, so please review and let me know what you thought.

Thanks for reading!

Xo Sam