Then, with a sharp exhale, he moved, stepping into motion like a machine winding back to life.
He crossed the room in long strides, pulled open the sliding glass door, and stepped out onto the balcony.
More phone calls followed–one of them lasting quite a while.
Cecilia's pov
I woke to morning light streaming through the windows.
Reaching for my phone, I discovered a text Sebastian had sent in the early hours:*Rest well. Come upstairs for breakfast when you wake.Liam will prepare your favorite food.*
My heart fluttered before I caught myself.
*No, Cecilia. Don't be fooled by food. This is just physical attraction clouding your judgment.*
*Right. Exactly. Just s*x, no feelings.*
I needed to stay firm in my resolve to be the heartbreaker, not the heartbroken.
Ignoring his message,
