Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 176

Chapter 176

Stephanie felt like she could just die right there, her mind spinning into a total freakout.

She wished God would zap her with a lightning bolt already–turn her into a crispy mess and put her out of her misery.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his voice playful. “Stefi?”

She let out a shaky giggle, her face turning bright red, a tangle of embarrassment twisting her up inside.

Macro, that clown, was the absolute worst…

She wasn’t sure if Sebastian would rip him apart, but she sure wanted to do it herself.

When she didn’t move, Sebastian’s brow furrowed.

In one quick swoop, he pulled her into his arms. His long arms made it a breeze–he reached around her back and nabbed the box right out of her hands.

Stephanie wriggled, tugging at it like her life depended on it. “No, don’t look!”

Her face scrunched up, eyes wide with panic.

He let out a low chuckle, pulling it free with a grip that said no arguing.

Stephanie took a deep breath. Words were gone for good.

She shoved her face into his chest, ears glowing red.

A deep laugh vibrated above her. “Stefi, you dropping hints or what?”

“No! I’m not- I didn’t-” she sputtered, shaking her head hard.

Her arms locked around his waist, refusing to look up.

‘Macro, that total moron–she cursed him in her head. ‘Hope he stays single forever.

Sebastian tilted his head down to peek at her. “No? Then why’d you get this? Who gave it to you? Ella?”

Stephanie rolled her eyes, not sure if she wanted to press this further.

Obviously, Sebastian hadn’t seen the whole scene from the stairs.

She shook her head fast. “No, not Ella–Macro handed it to me.”

She thought with a smirk, ‘Macro wanted to dig his own hole? Go for it.‘

She’d rat him out in a second–she was done caring.

Not that she could blame herself. Sebastian’s whole vibe was too much; she fell apart every time.

If she admitted to hinting at anything, he’d probably scoop her up and carry her straight to the bedroom.

Her injuries weren’t even healed yet. Better let him take it out on Macro–let them slug it out and be done.

They were pressed tight now, the air crackling with something heavy.

She could feel the shift in him, small but real, and her pulse jumped.

Sure enough, when she said Macro’s name, Sebastian’s vibe went cold. “Macro?”

“Yeah, him,” she nodded quick, sealing the deal.

spill all of Macro’s

thing–burying him? She wasn’t that cold.

him tighter, she mumbled into his shirt, “Hey, I’ve got something else

that?” He tilted

take the pill,” she whispered, so quiet

creased. “Didn’t the staff make sure you got your

injury stuff himself or had the

confusion and winced. He wasn’t

small and stumbling. “No,

finally clicked for

asked, keeping his voice low.

herself deeper into his chest, nodding

“You

blinked, popping her head up.

“I’ll have someone

tomorrow. Wedding can wait ‘til we’re back in Fiorenza. That work?” His eyes

letting her end up pregnant and unmarried–that was his hard

face shot up from his chest, stunned.

slammed into her like a shock, her heart

pictured it–tying the knot with him, seeing his name next to hers on that marriage

dreams locked up tight, never

had no clue-

those secret hopes–it took just one line from Sebastian to turn

it open like

proposing right now?” she muttered, peeking up

exactly. But we’re grabbing the license first. After that, whatever you you’ve got

could dream up–he’d

arms around his slim waist, pressing

close

I was so down before,”

feelings–man, they’d been rough, weighing her down. She’d never let it show.

he’d

his voice warm

knew exactly what, but he grinned down at her, waiting for her

rolled down Stephanie’s cheeks, quick and hot. She gave

me!” she huffed, her voice breaking with a

when she played drunk, now pretending he didn’t get

out.

you know how I felt all along?” She stared up

he’d felt the same–she was more sure of

but stuck. “You were just a kid

girl, all crushy and dreamy–who’d have thought

eyes, too shy to look at

face up, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “What, you’re barely grown and now you’re quizzing me

mumbled under her breath, wiggling defiantly in his hold.

hand, hitting the floor with a

glanced at it, muttering, “Hello?

“Want

on his

to just ask that?” Her head spun, totally thrown.

too flustered to reply, and just clung to

foyer, and stopped

box sat on the floor, screaming without

shorted out.

turned and bolted down another hall, shoes scraping in his rush.