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? She wasn’t

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

that?” He tilted his

whispered, so quiet it barely

staff make

her the injury stuff himself or had

and winced.

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

finally

asked, keeping

deeper into his chest, nodding

tone didn’t waver. “You

blinked, popping her

“I’ll have someone

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

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

shot up from his chest, stunned.

marriage license. The words slammed into her like a

years, Stephanie had pictured it–tying the knot with him, seeing his name next

up tight, never letting them

no

that wishing, those secret hopes–it took just one line from Sebastian

and he’d cracked it open like it

she muttered, peeking up at him.

grabbing the license first. After that, whatever you

moment she could dream up–he’d make it happen.

arms around his slim waist,

close

I was so down

years of bottling up her feelings–man, they’d been rough, weighing her down. She’d

with one sentence, he’d brushed it

warm and playful. “Oh yeah? Down about

grinned down at her, waiting for her

gave his waist a sharp twist, not

screwing with me!” she huffed, her voice breaking with a

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

out.

the whole time, didn’t you? Tell me–did you know how I felt all along?”

him, and he’d felt the same–she was

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

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

her eyes, too shy to look at

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

her breath, wiggling

the box slipped from Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor

at it, muttering, “Hello? THAT THING dropped.”

one eyebrow raised. “Want

on his words.

just ask that?” Her

and just clung to his waist, hiding in

foyer, and stopped dead–Sebastian holding

by their feet, that box sat

brain shorted out.

down another hall,