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

was one thing–burying him?

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

He tilted his head, curious.

whispered, so quiet it barely came

the staff make sure you

either given her the injury stuff himself or had

and winced. He wasn’t catching

small and stumbling. “No, I mean… THAT

soft, flustered tone finally

control?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

into his chest, nodding

didn’t waver. “You don’t

blinked, popping her head up. “Huh?”

“I’ll have someone

can wait ‘til we’re back in

letting her end up pregnant and

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

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

had pictured it–tying the knot with him, seeing his

tight, never letting them slip

had no clue-

that wishing, those secret hopes–it took just one

forever, and he’d cracked it open like it was no

proposing right now?” she muttered, peeking up

exactly. But we’re grabbing the license first.

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

felt full. She wrapped her arms around his slim waist, pressing her cheek

close

so down

rough, weighing her down. She’d never let it

one sentence, he’d brushed it all

teased her on purpose, his voice warm and playful. “Oh yeah?

but he grinned down at her, waiting for her to

hot. She gave

she huffed, her voice

acting like he didn’t notice when she played drunk, now pretending he didn’t

out.

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

into him, and he’d felt the same–she was more sure of it

but stuck. “You were just a kid back

dreamy–who’d have thought it’d stick

eyes, too shy to

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

breath, wiggling defiantly in

box slipped from Sebastian’s hand, hitting the floor with a quiet

it, muttering, “Hello? THAT THING

easy, one eyebrow raised. “Want me

choked on

it chill to just ask that?” Her head spun, totally

and just clung to his waist, hiding in his

foyer, and stopped dead–Sebastian holding Stephanie

sat on the floor, screaming without

brain shorted

and bolted down another hall, shoes scraping in his