Man Seeks Woman 1 - Chapters 16-Finish

Man Seeks Woman 1 - Chapters 16-Finish

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Continuation & finale of the classic novel, Chapters 16 to finish...To be continued!


Continuation & finale of the classic novel, Chapters 16 to finish...To be continued!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Man Seeks Woman 1 - Chapters 16-Finish

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Continuation & finale of the classic novel, Chapters 16 to finish...To be continued!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2013




Chapter 16

It’s a classic.

“So, you’re the new flavour of the month?”

“Mother,” Sebastian warned.

Monica Blackwell was as venomous and slithering as Naomi had been. If I didn’t know any different, I’d say they were Mother and Daughter. Her blonde hair was teased so much, it didn’t move an inch and her face had gone through enough Botox that if she were in pain, I wouldn’t know it.

She was overkill.

I looked up at the bitchy comment that Sebastian’s Mum made towards me. I shifted in my seat and fiddled with the napkin in my lap.

“I don’t know about that.” I replied trying to keep my composure. I didn’t belong in this big house with these people sitting around the table and would really give anything to be somewhere else at this particular moment. I still got uncomfortable around Jenna’s parents in their big house and I’d known them forever.

“Well,” Monica sighed. “I do and you.” she looked me up and down, her lip curling in a sneer. “You’ll be gone next month.”

“Probably,” I nodded, agreeing. “I’d be lucky though,” so much for keeping my composure. It was falling away from me like water running from a tap.

“And why is that?”

I tilted my head to the side, my face breaking out a sweet smile. “Because I wouldn’t have to see you again,”

Snickers burst out around the table then turned into coughs when Monica glared or at least tried to.

“I’ll be honest with you, Victoria.” the way she said my name made me want to stick her with my fork “I don’t like you.”


“That makes two of us, Monica. I didn’t even want to come here but Sebastian persuaded me to and well, I’m not impressed. Actually, it’s a let down. I thought I had nothing in life but seeing Sebastian and his brothers have this place and wealth.” I shook my head. “I’d rather stick to my nothing than live a life like this.”

And wasn’t that the fucking truth.

My life was empty and lonely but I’d rather have that then living with this cold hearted bitch. If this was what Mothers were then maybe Sebastian was right earlier, I was better off not knowing mine altogether.

Monica opened her mouth to no doubt slam me back down again but a bell rung through the house. What the hell was that? Everyone had frowns on their faces and all turned to the doorway.

You cannot be serious.

There in the doorway stood Naomi dressed up to the nines, hair teased to perfection and makeup flawless.

Lawrence, Laura and Sebastian groaned whilst Chris snorted a laugh and Ferguson who least looked anything like Sebastian remained quiet.

Monica got up from the table and moved quickly to Naomi and engulfed her in a hug. My eyes went wide and found Sebastian’s. “seriously?” I mouthed and he nodded.

“Come and eat with us.” Monica said, taking the bitch’s hand in hers. The chair next to Sebastian was empty because I was sitting across from him and that’s where Monica just happened to put Naomi. Then when she sat down, her hand went straight to Sebastian’s leg as if nothing had happened between them or us for that matter.

My fingers tapped on the table as my leg moved up and down. I couldn’t sit here at the table with her sitting across from me with that smug smile on her face. I moved to get up but Chris wrapped a hand around my arm and subtly shook his head and not so gently pulled me back down.

He moved over in his chair so he was closer to me and put his arm across the back of it. “Stay, please.”


“Because.” was all he said as if that explained everything.

I gritted my teeth and nodded. If I was going to be sitting here then I needed a drink. I reached across him and grabbed his beer and took a long swig.

Laura laughed at Chris’s face when he saw me take the bottle then she groaned and pushed up from the table when the monitor went off a child’s cry sounded through it. She excused herself and left the room. I really wish she’d asked me to go even though I’d never been around babies. Still I would have managed.

Monica’s knife tapping against her glass drew everyone’s attention. “I have an announcement to make.” She announced.

We all looked to the head of the table where she sat. For a woman who had lost her husband of nearly forty years, she didn’t look too upset. Well, I wouldn’t actually know with how much Botox she’d had but she didn’t have any red rimmed eyes or sniffles.

“I received this news just hours after your Father’s death and if you read into the situation properly, you will see that birth and death go hand and hand. So without further ado, I am proud to announce that I have a second grandchild making an appearance.”

No, no she didn’t. I glanced at Sebastian from under my lashes and saw his face turn murderous.

Lawrence sat forward in his chair. His brows were pulled together, lines appearing tightly around his mouth. “Laura’s not expecting.”

“And I know where mine’s been.” Chris added with a snort.

I realised that I liked him. What I’d learned was that he was club promoter who toured around the country, never in one place too long. He loved his life and the women and he was a cracker. The guy knew how to joke and receive it.

Monica shook her head and smiled or at least tried to but I could see those icy cold blue eyes trained on me. “No, Sebastian. Sebastian and Naomi have a child on the way.”

“Fucking hell,” Chris muttered, his eyes going wide.

Ferguson, who hadn’t said anything so far, dropped the knife he was fiddling with. It landed with a clang whilst Lawrence’s mouth gaped open obviously in shock.

“Christian.” Monica scalded. “Language,”

“Whatever.” he grunted.

Wow, this was strange, weird and totally fucked up all rolled together.

Naomi beamed. Her eyes sparkled as she eyed everyone around the table, even me. She rubbed her hand up and down Sebastian’s leg. “I’m so thrilled. I know things have been tough between Sebastian and me but I’m hoping to work them out and be a family.”

Ferguson cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. The white shirt he wore stretched across his wide chest. Even though he was the youngest Blackwell brother, he was the biggest. “How can you be with Sebastian if he’s with Victoria?” he asked, clearly confused.

“That’s easy.” Naomi started and I knew what was coming straight away. “Sebastian hired Victoria for the week; she’s being paid three thousand pounds to be a sex toy. She’s a prostitute.”

Gasps rung out around the table then everyone’s eyes fixated on me.

I thought I knew what she was going to say but didn’t think it was going to be that. Naomi was just like Sebastian in a way, so full of surprises.

The burn that I fought off everyday shot up my face. It’s heat scolding me and making my blood bubble in its wake.

I smiled and finished off my drink then placed the glass back on the table. The wine that had just gone down my throat burned, just like the tears in my eyes but like hell I was going to cry in front of these people.

Sucking in deep breaths through my nose and mouth, I smiled again and licked my lips. “I’m not a prostitute. You are right on some points; Sebastian did hire me for the week but not for sex. He was in the country and needed company to attend events with.”

“And sleep with because you have slept with him, have you not?” Naomi pushed.

“I don’t think that any of your fucking business.” I hissed.

“Actually.” she purred. “I have it on good authority from Sebastian himself that you are very good in the sack.”

My eyes darted to Sebastian to see his reaction. As usual, his face was blank, his eyes empty.

“Whatever.” I pushed up from the table and dumped my napkin on top of my empty plate. “I don’t need to hear this. Have a nice meal.”

“Just wait a minute.” Naomi shouted and held up her jewel covered phone. “I have a conversation recorded between Sebastian and a certain someone where he tells that person how good you really are.”

I swallowed hard and felt my brows pull together. My eyes once again went to Sebastian. Now, instead of his face being blank and empty, he looked guilty.

“Who wants to hear it?” Naomi said excitedly.

Chris stood up next to me and grabbed my hand. “I think you’ve done enough.”

Naomi giggled like a schoolgirl being caught doing something naughty. “I don’t think so. Just listen, go on, it’s a classic.” she fiddled with the screen then a conversation started.

...“What do you want?” Sebastian asked.

“Old friend.” the man purred. “I hear you have new company in your breaches.”

“My company is not your business, Jacob. What do you want?”

“I want Victoria.”

“You want something else of mine; why not get your own? People will talk and say that you don’t mind cast offs.”

“Naomi wasn’t a cast off, she was still married to you and well Victoria, ah, sweet curvy Victoria. Now she is different from Naomi and anybody else you’ve ever had. Whether I have her when she is finished with you or not, she will never be a cast off.”

“I agree Victoria is different and does do things that no other woman would think to do.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, she gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had and those breasts, you’ll never want smaller and fake again.”

“So I can have her when you are finished?”

Shuffling sounded. “I’m paying Victoria for the week, what she decides to do afterwards is her business.”

“But you would recommend her? Come on old friend.”

“I would. She is worth the three thousand and more.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Good. You can have her once I’m finished.”



Chapter seventeen


My heart actually stopped at Sebastian’s last words. “...You can have her once I’m finished.”

The whole room was in shock. Hell, I was in shock.

Pain, anger, coldness, angst, hurt and betrayal all seeped through my veins, filling my body with a potent mixture.

I stared into Sebastian’s sea blue eyes, watching the regret filling his eyes. Also I saw the truth of his past words living in his depths.

The silence was like a knife slashing its way through the air.

Chris’s hand around mine squeezed bringing me back to the present.

I blinked and glanced around the room seeing Sebastian’s family’s eyes filled with pity as they looked up at me.

I didn’t want or need pity. My whole life aside from being teased was filled with pity and I didn’t need anymore of it.

Snatching my hand away from Chris, I turned to look at him and smiled a little.

Biting my lip, I stepped away from the table and tucked my chair in before I moved to the door. I couldn’t stay here right now. I needed to breathe and I couldn’t do that here.

“Victoria.” That was Chris’s voice.

Ignoring his voice, I walked as normally as I could to the room that I had left my stuff in and closed the door after me.

Leaning back against the cold wood of the door, I closed my eyes and begged my heart to calm down. The tears that had been threatening my eyes drifted away with the deep breaths I took.

“I won’t cry.” I repeated over and over again. Like a mantra, I repeated it. The more I repeated it, the better I felt or rather, the number I became.

As if I were on robot mode, I walked over to my small travel suitcase that I had yet to unpack and grasped the handle tightly in my hand. I grabbed my bag off the bed and slung it over my shoulder.

I knew that I didn’t belong here but to have it so viciously rubbed and thrown into your face wasn’t nice.

Glancing around the opulent room before I left, I nodded to myself and sucked in a deep breath.

I carried my suitcase down the stairs, listening to the echo of my borrowed shoes on the marble floor. I smiled when I saw Ralph standing at the bottom of the stairs with a regret filled face. His eyes tracked the movement of my case. He shook his head as his eyes turned sad.

“I guess you’re ready to go?” he asked already knowing the answer.

“Definitely,” I said with more strength in my voice than I felt in my body.

I knew this arrangement between me and Sebastian would end come Monday but I never knew it would end like this.

Ralph nodded and grabbed my case off me. He carried it to the door and opened the thick wooded door, leaving me to follow after him.

I did. I got one foot outside and stopped. I closed my eyes and licked my lips, knowing what I had to do. I pulled my bag off my shoulder and rummaged through the kitchen sink of shit to find the brown envelope that I still had because Sebastian still had refused to take the money back.

Now, he had no choice.

With the envelope in my hand, I looked down at it, seeing the mixed bundle of notes all neatly aligned together. A bittersweet smile appeared on my face as I looked at the Queens head though the torn envelope. This money had my name on it at one point but it also had betrayal and disgust printed in its depths.

Grabbing inner strength from where I don’t know, I turned and walked through the foyer. Through the rooms and winding hallways hoping I was going in the right direction of the dining room. I could hear the soft clutter of cutlery against plates so I knew I was close.

I stopped at the dining room door and took in the view. The dinner had been served but the only people eating were The Bitch and the Bitch Mother. Everyone else was slumped in their chairs looking desolate, I suppose.

Of course, everyone looked to me as I’d stopped.

I smiled a little and sucked in another deep breath. “I’m sorry to interrupt your dinner. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute or two.” I said to the room at large.

Sebastian frowned as he turned in his seat. God, he looked so handsome sitting there in his white ribbed shirt that pulled across his chest and shrunk down to his abs that were ripped and as smooth as silk under that top.

I approached him and thrust the envelope in his direction. “I believe this belongs to you.”

His jaw ticked as he crossed his arms over his chest, stubbornly. He looked up at me with those blue eyes of his that if I looked too deep into, would tear me apart. “I don’t want it.”

Okay, he wanted to play it like that.

Nodding to myself mainly, I opened the envelope and shook the contents out and watched as they floated like droplets of rain. Ten and twenty pound notes gathered in the air and whipped to the ground and covered the table and occupants.

“Victoria.” Sebastian started.

Don’t, please don’t.

I placed my index finger across his lips to silence him. Those tears that I’d managed to send away threatened to come again. I swallowed loudly, past the lump in my throat as I blinked at those blue eyes.


I then turned on my heel and walked out, not only on this beautifully cold house but on the man that had captured my heart and broke it all at once.


To be continued.....




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