  Elena
  My heart dropped.
  &quot;Oh, come on. You couldn t possibly have been serious about that?!&quot; I cry out in surprise, trying to pull my wrists out of his grip, but he tightens his fingers. &quot;Do you know me as a person who goes back on their word, Elena?&quot; He asks, still wearing that naughty grin that I want to slap off his face.
  Sebastian slowly walks me backwards. &quot;I warned you about rolling your eyes at me. Your parents obviously never punished you for misbehaving when you were a child, hence your bratty behaviour.&quot;
  &quot;I m not a brat!&quot; I tell him, and I feel his bed behind my legs. He was standing so close to me right now that I could feel the heat emanating from his skin. Chuckling, he shakes his head then looks at me with that stupidly sexy Greek God smoulder in his eyes. &quot;By saying that you have just proven that you are a brat who need

  Elena
  A pair of blue eyes regard me with curiosity and a dimpled smile, and I could do nothing but smile as my self esteem drops once more. I must look crazy to this beautiful newcomer.
  I shake my head. &quot;No, I have a bit too much on my mind to read at the moment. Came here to take my mind off things but the silence just fills my head with more questions.&quot; Okay, why was I telling this absolutely gorgeous blonde-haired Adonis everything?
  As he stood up and walked towards me, I noticed that he was actually quite tall, had long blonde hair that was not tied up and was dressed in all black; the same as me.
  &quot;May I join you?&quot; he asks me and I gesture to the chair in front of me. &quot;Please do,&quot; I answer, grateful for the company.
  He sits opposite me and I get a whiff of his cologne, one I could not quite place. It wasn t as sexy and overwhelming as Sebasti

  Elena
  Sebastian did not come home that night, I know because I stayed up all night reading the set of books he got me. I know that he didn t take the Phantom because I heard the Bugatti start up and speed away, but not return and I stayed up until 2 am reading.
  Something which I deeply regret now as I realise the designer from Dior would be here at 9 am. I drag myself out of bed to have a cold shower that would wake me up. Ugh, I never learn from staying up so late to read; I always regret it the next day.
  After my shower, Ilse informed me that the designer had arrived and showed her into my room. A beautiful, petite blonde woman with the face of a pixie enters and introduces herself, &quot;Mrs Dumont, lovely to meet you, Meghan Black.&quot; She says with an American accent. I offer her a smile and shake her hand, &quot;Please call me Elena,&quot; I say and she nods then immediat

Elena
  My heart dropped.
  &quot;Oh, come on. You couldn t possibly have been serious about that?!&quot; I cry out in surprise, trying to pull my wrists out of his grip, but he tightens his fingers. &quot;Do you know me as a person who goes back on their word, Elena?&quot; He asks, still wearing that naughty grin that I want to slap off his face.
  Sebastian slowly walks me backwards. &quot;I warned you about rolling your eyes at me. Your parents obviously never punished you for misbehaving when you were a child, hence your bratty behaviour.&quot;
  &quot;I m not a brat!&quot; I tell him, and I feel his bed behind my legs. He was standing so close to me right now that I could feel the heat emanating from his skin. Chuckling, he shakes his head then looks at me with that stupidly sexy Greek God smoulder in his eyes. &quot;By saying that you have just proven that you are a brat who needs to be punished.&quot;
  Before I knew it, Sebastian threw me backwards on the bed and I landed 

Chapter 26 No Punishments?