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

was one thing–burying him?

“Hey,

tilted his head, curious.

whispered, so quiet it barely came out.

brow creased. “Didn’t the staff make sure

injury stuff himself

and winced. He

and stumbling. “No, I mean… THAT pill.”

flustered tone finally clicked for

keeping his voice

his chest,

tone didn’t waver. “You don’t need it.”

blinked, popping her

“I’ll have someone

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

up

up from his chest,

words slammed into her like a shock, her heart pounding like crazy.

with him, seeing his name next to hers on that marriage license.

kept those dreams locked up tight, never

no

those secret hopes–it took just one

dream she’d hidden forever, and he’d cracked it

proposing right now?” she

we’re grabbing the license first. After

happy moment she could dream up–he’d make

around his slim waist, pressing her cheek

close

so down before,” she mumbled.

years of bottling up her feelings–man, they’d been rough, weighing her down. She’d never let it

with one sentence, he’d

teased her on purpose, his voice warm and playful. “Oh yeah? Down about what?”

grinned down at her, waiting for her to

hot. She gave his waist a sharp twist, not

huffed, her voice breaking

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

out.

how I felt all

he’d felt the same–she was more

hand mid–attack, his tone soft but stuck. “You were just a

have thought it’d stick around this long?

She dropped her eyes, too shy to

cheeks, tilting her face up, and planted a gentle kiss on her

mumbled under her breath, wiggling defiantly

Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor with a

muttering,

easy, one eyebrow raised. “Want me to use it on

choked on his words.

ask that?” Her head spun,

to reply, and just clung to his waist, hiding in

the foyer, and

that box sat on the floor, screaming

brain shorted out.

and bolted down another hall, shoes scraping