Free Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife by Stephanie Franklin Page A

like his cock had barred him from
orgasming to his full extent because it wanted Victoria
instead.
    “Well, we
talked somewhat for a short time. She’s extremely piqued with me as
you can imagine over what I did that day and I can understand that.
I shouldn’t have done it, Ralph.” He admitted quietly. His pride
was taking a severe nosedive at the moment. “I shouldn’t have
allowed Naomi to go that far and I shouldn’t have just sat there
and watch Victoria’s heart be broken and let the best thing that
ever happened to me just walk out the door. I’m a bad man and I
realise that now.”
    Ralph quickly
pulled the car over, bumping it up onto the curb and flicked the
ignition off before turning in his seat to actually view Sebastian
for the first time in a long time, man to man.
    “What?”
Sebastian fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling like a small child having
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
    “Damn you,
Sebastian.” Ralph shook his head in exasperation. “Why did you not
tell her this? Why did you let her walk out? Why has it taken you
six months, six months of grumbling and moaning and showing off
before you’ve done this?”
    Sebastian
shrugged and finished off the last of his drink. He sat the glass
aside in one of the cup holders and licked his lips. “Well, I would
have told her exactly how I felt but the bitch did it to me
again.”
    Ralph frowned.
“What do you mean did it to you again?”
    He waved a
hand around the confined space. “You know me, Ralph I’m not very
good with words and the only way I know how to express myself is
with what every woman wants and that’s what I’ve got between my
legs. “ he rubbed his suddenly sweaty palms up and down his legs,
feeling the tenseness underneath them. “So we got intimate, we got
hot, we got so fucking hot that I thought I’d blow before I even
got inside her. Then just as we were about to have a serious make
up sex session, she did to me exactly what I effectively done to
her.” he shook his head with disbelief yet felt like Victoria’s
actions were warranted somehow. “She slammed on her brakes, turned
around and walked out the door leaving me standing there with my
trousers around my ankles and a hard on I could have poked
someone’s eye out with.”
    Ralph was
quiet for a long time; the only sound in the vicinity of the car
was their breathing. Finally the big man spoke. “You deserved it;
can you really blame her, Sebastian? I’m the one who took her home
that day, remember? And I know that not only did you allow the best
thing that ever happened to you to walk away, you broke her heart
as well.” He sighed and looked Sebastian straight in the eye. “Now
you know what it feels like to be the fucking punch line.”
    Sebastian
sucked in a breath and let that final sentence rattle around in his
mind. Ralph was one of the selected few men in his life who could
get away with talking to him like that and telling him the way of
the world without Sebastian taking insult to it. Many others
wouldn’t dare, not if they knew what was good for them...and their
business.
    Thoughts,
images, and words zipped through his head, over and over again.
Victoria stained thoughts, images and words.
    Realisation
was a bitch.
    It slammed
into him so hard, it took his breath away. His eyes closed as his
head dropped back against the headrest, his heart beating heavily
with the realisation that he’d hurt the best thing in his life and
for what?
    For absolutely
nothing, not really.
    He could blame
Naomi, he could blame Jacob and he could blame anybody he wanted,
really. In reality, at the end of the day when all the dust
settled, there was only one person to blame here and that was
Sebastian.
    “So, Ralph.”
Sebastian asked feeling utterly defeated. “What do I do?”
    Another pride
nosedive.
    “What do you
mean?” Ralph asked, sounding confused.
    “How do I show
her that I’m not the man she thinks I am? How do I get her to
believe me without