My brother and his relationship with him are more important than the connection to me.
Although I do understand where he’s coming from, it still stings.
We were finally making some progress, only for him to turn right back around and retreat from me.
At least I know that my attraction to him isn’t one-sided.
That feels like a small consolation in the big scheme of this attraction.
Chapter 15
Sebastian
I’ve never had problems with saying the right thing to women, but with the one who’s currently speaking with Harriet whilst we enjoy our dinner, I seem to say the wrong things most of the time.
Or I’ll say the right thing, but my timing will be shit.
I don’t regret telling her about how I felt about seeing her at the gala. And my lame attempt at moving past it by kissing Ashley.
What I do regret is how I handled it afterward.
Shutting down once again and basically telling her that her brother is more important to me than her.
Which isn’t the case, but the hurt on her face as the words registered was like a gut-punch.
Then I have the Ashley problem on top of it all.
I can’t believe she turned up here.
That’s a whole new level of obsession, and frankly, I’m worried.
Not about myself, but about the beauty chatting away with my chef.
If Ashley could find out where I’m living, I’m sure she can find out that I’m connected to Lily.
The tabloids have probably posted pictures of me coming or going from this complex, and that’s how she’s found it.
It’s only a matter of time before I’m photographed together with Lily, and she’ll maybe seek her out.
After we’re done with dinner, I head down to the receptionist.
He tells me the same thing Lily did: that she turned up this morning and asked which apartment I was living in, claiming to know me.
They’ve seen her lurking around for some weeks, but she only managed to get inside today.
Next time I decide to try to get over Lily Hastings, I need to make sure it’s not with someone like Ashley.
It feels like a bad case of karma, as I deep down know I stand no chance against the woman I really want.
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On Saturday, I’m standing in my apartment contemplating whether this is a good idea.
I have our away-game jersey in my hands, ready to be given to Lily.
Our regular one is red, but this one is white.
I figured since we’re having an away game today, that it would be a good gift for her. And seeing my name across her back feels like a gift to me.