Softer Sins

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Chapter 12

I woke up late in the afternoon to a consistent banging on Sebastian’s door. My man groaned, and his chest vibrated against my side. I didn’t want him to get up, because that would mean I’d have to get up and I was feeling pretty comfortable cuddled up with Bash.

The banging continued a second time. I willed the person to go away and leave us in peace, but it seemed as though they wanted the opposite as they banged on the door once again. It took me the third time to realise it, but the banging wasn’t coming from the front door, it was coming from Sebastian’s bedroom door.

Bash heaved a heavy sigh and in defence I gave him the cutest pout I could. His eyes latched onto my lips before he leant down gently and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll just be a second baby,” he said, before proceeding to get up from the bed. His warmth immediately disappeared but I didn’t mind it that much as I got a great view of his great ass. I watched with hooded eyes before he proceeded to pull on a pair of boxers tauntingly. I groaned and threw my head back into the pillow as Sebastian just laughed.

“Sebastian! I know you’re in there! Hurry the fuck up!” I heard feminine voice came from the other side of the door. My body tensed as I instantly recognised her voice. I sunk back into the bed sheets.

Did she have a key to my boyfriend’s apartment?

Bash swung the door back harshly, the sound of it hitting the wall resonating through the dark room. “What do you want Vanessa?” He sleepily, but angrily mumbled.

“We need to talk about your little girlfriend,” she crankily mumbled. The word girlfriend was spat from her mouth, as though it was poison. I winced into the sheets before daring myself to have a peek through the white material. Through the little gap I noticed Sebastian’s tense figure compared to Vanessa’s. She was standing awfully close to him, a sultry stance yet an annoyed look on her face.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Sebastian gritted through his teeth. My heart warmed that he was standing up for me since I couldn’t stand up for myself. It wasn’t as though I wouldn’t, I physically couldn’t, lying naked and vulnerable in Bash’s bed. This probably taints my image more for Vanessa, but I couldn’t care less.

“The whore already has her wrapped around her little finger,” she seethed. I watched through the sheets as she took a step closer to Sebastian. It was at that point that my jealously flared. She needed to get away from my man. Now. “Do you remember all the fun we use to have,” she lowered her voice to sound more seductive.

Bash took a large step back and I had to contain myself as Vanessa’s expression changed to embarrassed and shocked. She quickly collected herself by taking a deep breath before starting to check out my man.

It had to be the most inconvenient timing as my phone started ringing on Sebastian’s bedside table. The vibration was echoing against the wood and the ringtone of facetime rung through the air. It was an awkward silence as the phone continued to ring and eventually stop.

Silence echoed in the air before I finally decided to poke my head out of the sheets. Both were staring at me, Bash staring at me blankly and Vanessa seething. I probably should have focused on the girl who looked like she was about to rip my heart out, but I couldn’t help but stare at my shirtless man. It was only when Vanessa spoke that I could snatch my eyes away from the piece of tempting candy.

“Oh, so the whore is actually here,” she spat out at me. I watched as Sebastian clenched his fists. He wasn’t the only one who thought she needed a good slap. I understand the jealousy of watching your crush ask out another girl, but I wouldn’t go as far as to calling her a whore. People can’t help who they fall for, which is something the girl in front of me didn’t understand.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment V,” Bash gritted out before slamming the door shut on her face. I swear I could hear her seething from the other side of the door until her too high, high heels loudly tattered along the floor before she disappeared. The front door slammed loudly just before Sebastian let out a breath of relief.

“You slept with her?” I carefully asked. It wasn’t my intention to start an argument, but I hated to admit that it made me jealous. Vanessa was absolutely stunning with what I could only describe as an hour glass figure. Knowing that Sebastian had slept with her and that she still had feelings for him, made me extremely anxious.

“Seriously Maizie? You going to start shit over this?” Sebastian snapped at me. I reeled back in shock for a moment. This wasn’t my intention at all.

“What? I... what?” I stuttered. I wasn’t really sure how to answer his question.

“We’re not talking about this,” he angrily grumbled, before stalking off into his closet.

I stood up from the bed, wrapping his white sheets around my nude body before following him in. “So, you’re mad at me now? You slept with a girl who you see every day, and not to mention is in love with and you expect me to be okay with it?” I genuinely asked.

“I slept with her before I met you,” he irately answered. “Does it even matter?”

“It does if she still wants you!” I practically shouted at him. Everything went silent for a moment as he stared at me with narrow eyes. Were we really having our first fight? Over this? I hiked up the bed sheets higher to my chest.

“You see,” he started. “This is exactly the reason why I don’t do relationships.”

My face dropped at the same time my heart did. We stared at each other until my cheeks hurt from the need to cry. I turned away from him and walked back into his room. I frantically collected my clothes off the floor before putting them on in a hurry. I could feel his eyes on me as I dressed. He was leaning on the door frame of his closet with his arms crossed. It was silent, and the tension in the room was everywhere. As soon as I was dressed I walked out of his apartment, slamming the door shut behind me.

I let one single tear drop down my cheek as I sat at the curb and waited for my friends to pick me up.


I washed my red, puffy face with the water pouring out of the sink. It wasn’t my original plan to cry. I wanted to be that girl who didn’t cry over a boy, especially for some silly reason. It had happened when Caylee picked me up. I felt fine but as soon as the words ‘are you okay’ left Caylee’s mouth, the tears just started to stream down my face.

I took a deep breath before looking at myself in the mirror. I was happy my mum had gone out for dinner with friends and I didn’t have to explain why I was an emotional wreck. My cheeks were puffy, and my eyes were red, but I didn’t care that much. I changed into some comfortable tracksuit pants and a large t-shirt before walking out of the bathroom.

As soon as I made it back to my bedroom, I jumped face first into the comfort of my bed. I was sad, but at least I was comfortable.

My phone started ringing on my bedside table, and shamefully I’d hoped it would be Sebastian calling to apologise. I quickly scolded myself for wanting that before reminding myself that I was a strong, independent woman who didn’t need a man.

I reached over to grab my phone from my bedside table and my sisters name flashed across the screen telling me that she wanted to facetime. I hesitated, hoping she wouldn’t questioned why I looked so bad. I pressed the answer button anyway with the excuse that it was just hay fever.

“What’s up mini me?” She asked through the phone.

My sister looked very similar to me. We both had dark brown hair with matching eyes and I hated it when people would tell me. We once got asked if we were twins and I had to restrain myself from snapping. I would never tell her, but I always thought she was prettier than me.

“Enjoying life,” I lied. “How about you? How’s Mexico?”

“It’s really great,” she said. I watched as she shuffled around her hotel room. “I’m getting ready to go out tonight.”

“Going to hit up the clubs and get some men?” I mockingly teased her. “Wait, have you had a lot of tacos or drugs?”

“It was your fault!” She pointed at me through the screen. “Mum sent me a long rant about not partying and doing drugs. You’re gonna pay for that when I get back.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Ashley was hopefully coming back sometime next year. I’m proud of her for traveling and doing what she wants. I would love to travel all over the world, yet I didn’t have the money or courage to do it. I’d always wanted to go to Italy.

I was about to answer my sister when my phone started buzzing in my hand. Sebastian’s contact name popped up on the screen and my face dropped. I let it ring for a little while before declining the call and resuming the one I had with my sister. I’d hope she wouldn’t notice my mood change, but Ashley always noticed the little things.

“What happened to you? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, pulling he phone closer to her face so I could get an oh-so-nice view of her nostril hairs.

“Stupid boys,” I mumbled.

“Did you just say boy? Do you have a boyfriend?” My sister pestered me. It’d be no surprise that she’d be interested since I’d never had a boyfriend throughout my seventeen years of existence. Honestly, I didn’t think boys found me attractive until I started to grow boobs.

“Not anymore,” I answered.

My phone started vibrating in my hand once more and this time I didn’t hesitate when I declined the call. I wasn’t usually honest with my sister, but I was upset and distraught and no one else was around. I felt bad for blowing Caylee off, but I didn’t want to talk about it then. I do now.

“He dumped me because I was jealous and now he won’t stop calling me,” I answered, keeping the story short and simple.

“Boys are idiots,” my sister said.

I nodded in agreement. “Does mum know about him?” She curiously asked, breaking the silence.

It was quiet as we stared into each other’s eyes on the opposite ends of the phones. “If you tell her, I’ll tell her all about those parties you threw back in senior year,” I threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Silence hung in the air as we both stared each other down. Eventually, a knocking downstairs broke us out of our staring contest. “I should get that,” I mumbled.

“I’ve got to go anyway,” My sister answered.

We both said our goodbye before hanging up. I knew she wouldn’t tell mum about my boy dramas, especially if I threatened her with her own secrets.

I pulled my body up from the comfortable bed and made my way downstairs. I slid on the floor a little bit from my fluffy socks. I was shocked when I opened the door to Vanessa. She had the devil’s smirk plastered high her face with her arms crossed and looking at me.

“Hi...” I mumbled, not really sure what to say.

“Let’s cut the crap,” she started. “Sebastian belongs with me, not you. So, you need to back off.”

I wasn’t really surprised by her words at all, but more curious as to how she found out where I lived. “How the hell do you know where I live,” I asked, putting up a firm front.

She smiled with the devil smile again. “My brothers are pretty nifty at tracking someone down. They also love their little sister, so when someone’s hurting her, they’ll come rescue me.”

“Was that a threat?”

“Just take my warning and back off,” she ignored me, before stalking off to her little car.

And my day just keeps getting better and better.

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