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.

about to spill all of Macro’s dumb ramblings.

thing–burying him?

into his shirt, “Hey, I’ve got something else to tell

tilted his

she whispered, so quiet it barely came

“Didn’t the staff make sure

given her the injury stuff himself or had the help

caught his confusion and winced. He

small and stumbling. “No, I mean…

flustered tone finally clicked for

he asked, keeping his voice low.

buried herself deeper into his chest,

didn’t waver. “You don’t need it.”

popping her head

“I’ll have someone

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

he letting her end up pregnant

face shot up from his chest, stunned. “You…

license. The words slammed into her like a shock, her heart

him, seeing his name next to hers

tight, never letting them slip out.

had no

that wishing, those secret hopes–it took just one

she’d hidden forever, and he’d cracked it open like it

now?” she muttered, peeking up

But we’re grabbing the license first. After

up–he’d make it

around his slim waist, pressing

close

down before,” she mumbled.

rough,

sentence, he’d brushed it all away.

his voice warm and playful. “Oh yeah? Down

what, but he grinned down at her, waiting for her to fidget.

gave his waist a sharp twist, not holding back.

screwing with me!” she huffed,

played drunk, now pretending he didn’t get her feelings–she

out.

whole time, didn’t you? Tell me–did you know how I felt all along?” She stared up at him,

the

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

have thought it’d stick around

eyes, too

a gentle kiss on her lips. “What, you’re barely grown and now you’re

breath, wiggling defiantly in

hitting the floor with a quiet

glanced at it, muttering,

one eyebrow raised. “Want me to use it on you?”

on his

just ask that?”

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

in from outside, crossing the foyer, and stopped dead–Sebastian holding Stephanie

box sat on the floor, screaming without a

shorted out.

bolted down another hall, shoes scraping in his rush.