Tie Me Up - S01 E02

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Tie Me Up - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

A familiar smell permeates the carriage. It is a sexy, mysterious mix of Sebastian's perfume and the smell of cigarettes.

I try to break the moment's uncomfortable silence and hand out a hand to Sebastian: "Can I have one."

He doesn't hand me the cigarette right away. His eyes linger on my naked ring finger for a few seconds and he asks, "Didn't you get remarried?"

"I'm going to be the femme fatale and be single forever."

I make a snake hissing sound and smile in mock relief.

He frowns, "Don't smile like that ......"

He seems to have more to say but suppresses it.

I take a cigarette from his warm hand, and as if on purpose he lets my cold fingertips run across his warm palm, the touch of ice and fire seems like scrubbing a match of desire through my fingertips and into my body, causing the blood to suddenly boil and my body to feel a tingle.

The cigarette taints the warmth of his hand and warms my cold lips.

I take a deep drag on the cigarette so I can fake calm down, at least on the surface.

"How's Steven?"

I know it's not a good topic of conversation, but Someone has to uncover the wound first.

"In what audacity are you to care about my brother?" He grunts.

"He got remarried last year and has a daughter."

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel and looks ahead at the empty space in the car park as if there's an invisible wall there.

I say, "Congratulate him for me. I'm happy to hear he's doing well."

Sebastian, a normally aloof man, gives a rarely seeing and peculiar expression. Then I hear him ask, unhurriedly, "Congratulations? Who is the person that is saying it? Ex-wife? A fraudster? ......" he pauses for a few seconds and looks at the ridiculous plastic work badge on my chest, "or a strange woman named Alice?"

His words gouge at my heart like razor blades and I interrupt, "Look, I'm sorry about the past."

"You really should be." His tone is cold as ice.

"But," I take a deep breath and gather the courage to continue, "I have no regret in doing that. My father was threatened. The gang forced me to sell your brother, and I had no choice. I know it's wrong to hurt someone who loves me. But you would have done the same when the person you love is in a life-or-death situation."

I continue, "Maybe you think I'm a liar and a lunatic and that I should be put on trial - of course, I appreciate that you didn't do that when you found out the truth, but if you've taken me here today because you want an explanation, then I have nothing to offer. "

"Even if we are having this conversation in prison today, I have to tell you that I have no regret in doing that."

"I am responsible for my own life."

I say this last sentence almost word by word. Then I see something loosen in the depths of his eyes.

He subconsciously leans over to me a little, almost giving me the illusion that he wants to hold me.

I hold back my tears and say to myself - don't be a fool, Andrea.

You've sold out his family for your own gain.

You've left people broke, divorced, and in despair.

You're a disgusting bitch.

Sebastian turns his head to hide half of his expression, his tone still cold: "I don't want to hear your explanation. Let alone your apology. There are some things that are better absent than late."