Forbidden Intimacy

ow, replaying everything that happened earlier this morning while I was preparing breakfast. As

d my own business, so I didn't get bored easily. I was used to being alone at home with just the maids, and I was fine with it-until yesterday. Sebastian suddenly showed

mention all the condos and townhouses. They were filthy rich, and I di

n front of my face. I stared at her for a few seconds, debating whether I should tell

vous. I'd been holding this in for a year, and if I told her n

nd it made me want to reconsider telling her. It wasn't that I didn't trust her-I just wasn't used to talking

el

hed d

tle bothered because... she's attracted to her brothe

I just said. My heart pounded louder with every passing second,

over her chest and ra

ha

w her?" s

he looked away and started playing

her," I answered quickly, even shaking my head, hoping s

her position, leaning forward a

't have to hide it from

tuttering. My heart was pound

elt ashamed that, as a married woman, I was attracted to someone else. Even if our marri

er since we were babies. We're practically sisters," she remin

man is a walking sin-and you

replied with a smug grin, referring to the man

thing about Sebastian Altamirano that pulled me toward him. I couldn't quite put my

" I frustratedly tugged at my hair and slumped in my seat. "Being attracted to him is one thing, but

igs. They don't respect boundaries once lust tak

ed to always be formal, and vulgar words were never allowed in our house. Kat

a huge problem. In our year of marriage, Seb had only come home a few times-for important meetings o

g planned. I couldn't trust him. Besides being a ruthless businessman, he was a notorious playboy. He'd made countless women cry, and not once had

table-I swear my heart almost leapt out o

o arrive. We can't afford to look sloppy in front of that lady.

to do later-I had to prepare for my inevitable confrontation with Seb. I absolutely would not

what I truly wanted to be-a jeweler. Ever since I was a child, I was fascinated with jewelry. My mom always wore them, an

ed one of my employees, who was busy

in another section. I personally designed the layout of the store, so it had

orked so hard to build would end up in the right hands. My father hated it when I joined the national beauty pageant. To him, pageants were just platforms for gold-diggers who wanted rich men to fund the

n an unexpected guest arrived-along wit

he wasn't dressed formally like he usually was, it was impossible to den

ed very pleased with how close they were. He stared into my eyes with such intensity, it was like he

eck and cleavage were exposed, and he stared longer than he should have. My knees weakened when he deliberately licked his bottom li