One Regret: The "One" Series, #2

By K.A. Berg and T.E. Black

Sebastian – 

Who would have thought the woman who consumed me after only one night would wind being the new Interim CEO of my company? It was my sister's doing, but it doesn't change that she's here, right in front of me. She wants nothing to do with me, and I want nothing more than to claim her, make her mine. 
 
All I want is to worship her like the queen she is, but she's more interested in fighting the attraction between us. 
 
Too bad for her I can play this game better than her, and I play to win. 

Devin – 

Life just got a lot more complicated and one night of fun has turned into regret real quick. 

Sebastian Brooks stole a small piece of me our night at the hotel, and I haven't been able to take it back as hard as I've tried. 
 
I want to be with him, but I'm not sure if what I stand to gain is more than what I stand to lose. 
 
What will happen if I choose him over everything I've worked for? He'll still own a company, but I, however, could be committing career suicide. 
 
I want him so badly. I want us and the way we fit together seamlessly, but there are many reasons why we shouldn't do this. 
 
The doubts linger in the back of mind, and when unforeseen circumstances crash into us, it leaves me questioning everything, yet he keeps me coming back.

This is book two of three.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BergBooksLLC
• Release date: Sep 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386644927

Book preview

Sebastian

I’m not exactly sure what the hell is happening right now. Ten minutes ago I was balls deep in Devin’s perfect pussy with her squeezing me like a vise while moaning my name. Now, she’s trying to get away from me as fast as she can while tossing out a bunch shit that doesn’t make sense.

Whatever drives her need to deny this thing pulsing between us runs deep—very deep. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Last I checked, fuck me now, Sebastian was nowhere close to no. She let me have my way with her in the conference room. I led, she followed. She demanded, and I supplied.

Where are you going, Miss Miller? I call out.

She isn’t leaving before we discuss what just happened in that room. She said a lot of shit I’d like to get to the bottom of.

This thing between us will not end with her bullshit lies. I will not be her one regret. Regret. The word stings like poison in my system as it rolls around in my head.

What the hell did she mean I shouldn’t be giving away things already spoken for? I’m not spoken for and the only person I’d consider handing in my bachelor card for, can’t get away from me fast enough.

Whatever this is between us is too strong not to pursue.

Devin Miller makes me reckless. Having her bent over that table in the conference room was insane. I’m bold, but never enough to have sex with a coworker while at the office—or at all. The way she makes me feel alive is something I crave, making me addicted to her, yet she only wants to forget about me and move on.

Tossing her sex-mussed hair over her shoulder, she glares back at me with a frigid stare cold enough to shrivel the balls of some men. Not me, though.

Anywhere to get the hell away from you.

"Damn…" Jax whispers, and I jab him in the ribs with my elbow.

Shut up, asshole, before you make this situation worse.

Devin’s reaction to us being together has a pain I’m not used to lancing through my chest. It’s evident she’s angry, but why? I don’t know what happened in the thirty seconds between her orgasm and mine. Something is wrong, and I can’t fix it if she doesn’t let me in. She has my head spinning. She blurted out so much shit in a short amount of time and we need to talk about it.

Come on, princess. Don’t be like that....

My voice is low and seductive as the endearment falls from my lips. Calling her by that nickname does things to me. It brings back where we were ten minutes ago—in a bliss where nothing matters except her and me... together.

She stomps back toward me, angrier, and stops directly in front of me. She takes her tiny manicured finger and shoves it into my chest, scolding me. Her eyes are hard, and her teeth are clenched. The moment she opens her mouth, her voice bathes me in hatred.

Let me make one thing clear, you arrogant ass. . . I can’t fucking stand you.

She can’t stand me, huh? A slow, sly grin splits my lips. I can’t help it. Her sass and fire delight me. She’s not afraid to put me in my place, or where she thinks my place should be. She is definitely a wild one.

Usually, I wouldn’t entertain these kinds of hot-and-cold games, but everything with her is different. I welcome her fighting spirit because as long as she’s firing back at me like this, I know I affect her. I know I make her feel things. I just have to find a way to get her to embrace those feelings, like she did twenty minutes ago.

Jax stands alongside me with a bemused, yet curious, look on his face. Devin opened the floodgates for a thousand questions regarding her little fit. I’ve avoided the topic of Devin with him over the last month and a half giving him the bare minimum when he asks, but now I’m going to have to loop him in to the story. There’s no way to avoid it.

What the hell did you do to her? Jax asks right on cue.

Instead of answering, I storm down the hall into my office, ignoring him.

He follows suit, stopping as I grab my coat from the back of my chair. Aren’t you going to change into your jersey?

I stare at him, confused for a moment before it dawns on me. The fucking game. Giants and Cowboys. How could I forget? He is going to kill me.

Uh…

Are you fucking kidding me? he grumbles as his shoulders stiffen. You forgot, didn’t you?

I didn’t.

He makes no attempt to hide his anger. This is tradition, Brooks. We’ve been going to this game every year for ten years, and you forgot. That’s some bullshit, man. What the hell has been going on with you lately?

I didn’t forget the game, I tell him, tossing my hands up in defense. I just forgot my jersey at my place.

Jax glares, shaking his head at me. He takes this game seriously. Growing up, we watched every game on TV with the exception of the few times we got our parents to take us. Being there in person every year when this game rolled in started after college. The two of us have been die-hard Giants fans for as long as I can remember. The fact I forgot about tonight makes it clear Devin has me in knots.

Even knowing I’m being obsessive doesn’t stop my mind from wondering to thoughts of her.

She’s livid. As much as I want to say her little tantrum made me angry, it also turned me on. Something about the fire in her eyes gets my cock stiffening every time I see it.

I’m not even sure what she’s really pissed about. I doubt it was me calling her princess in front of Jax. It could, however, be that I just forced her into spending part of Thanksgiving with me, or that moments prior to that revelation, I was owning her body as if it were mine. If I have my way, it will be mine.

There’s no fucking way you’d forget your jersey if you remembered the game, and we don’t have time to swing by your place, grab it, and get to MetLife on time.

I toss my hands up and look at my best friend. For fuck’s sake, man. You’re right. I forgot. Are you happy now?

The burst of anger rips through me, and I feel bad for a single moment for exploding on him like that, but I can’t help it. My head is spinning with questions I want to ask Devin.

No, I would have rather had you tell the truth from the beginning. Why do you look so stressed? I watch as Jax frowns. Nothing ever stresses you out. Being replaced here didn’t have you looking this screwed up.

I’m fine, I lie again.

Jax stares at me with an uneasy expression. "Listen, I know you’re lying. You just got completely dissed by the woman who’s your new boss. I’m not sure what the reasons are, but, if I know you as good as I think I do, it was for some good ones."

My tone comes out harsh again. Really, I’m fine.

You don’t look fine, but fine or not, we’re going to be late for the game. So, let’s go.

Devin

The bells on the door of the corner liquor store jingle loudly as a cold November wind blows in with me. I head straight toward the tequila. I need something to numb my mind tonight. That’s the only way I’ll get Sebastian fucking Brooks out of my head.

That man has become the bane of my existence.

Yet, I slept with him. Again.

Bottle gripped tightly in my hand, I tap my card against the card reader and slip back out the door wondering if it’d be a bad idea to start chugging out of the bottle on my three-minute walk home.

Stop letting this man get the best of you. I scold myself.

Key ready, I stomp up the steps to my townhouse harder than necessary and slide it into the lock, opening the door with a bang.

Well, hello to you, too, Brielle greets me with a hint of suspicion in her voice. You’re later than usual.

Fuck. She has a bad habit being there, with a million questions no doubt, when I’m in a bad fucking mood and just want some quiet to unpack all the shit crammed in my head. I really don’t want to talk about why I just spread my legs for Sebastian like a two-bit whore. I want to drink my tequila alone and sulk about the loss of my ability to make good decisions when it comes to Sebastian and his stupid, wonderful, cock.

With a forced smile, I move the bottle behind my back and head toward the hallway, lying through my teeth. I ran late at the office.

She quirks a brow. Oh, yeah? What’s behind your back?

I grip the bottle tightly enough that if I’m not careful, I’ll break it. Nothing.

Brielle’s lips turn upward in a knowing grin. Lying bitch. What are you hiding?

Before I can make a dash to my bedroom, Brielle sprints and wraps her arms around me, trying to grab the bottle from behind my back. We bump into the corner of the couch and I lose my footing. Dammit, Bri! Brielle’s body crushes mine as we land on the couch, her on top of me.

You should have just shown me. It’s obviously booze. Why are you hiding it? The laughter in her voice is evident, but I still don’t want to explain to her why I’m drinking tequila on a Monday night.

Stretching, I try to move the bottle out of her reach, but she gets her hands on it and rips it free from my grip.

Damn. She whistles as she sits up, thankfully getting off me, and reads the label. Tito’s on a weekday, Dev? What the hell happened to you today?

With defeat in my voice, I sit and slump against the back of the couch, exhaustion seeping from my pores. Sebastian fucking Brooks is what happened to me.

How’d he piss you off this time?

A small bit of rage bubbles up, churning in my chest next to all the regret. I’m pissed at myself, Brielle.

Her tone softens while her eyes search mine. What happened? The breaking of the seal of the bottle makes a crinkling sound before Brielle places it in front of us on the coffee table.

I had sex with him. Admitting it out loud makes me want to hide in a hole for the rest of my life.

I already know this.

Shaking my head, I cringe as the words tumble from my lips. "Again. I had sex with him again."

Her hand flies toward me, smacking my arm with a good amount of force. Holy shit!

Fuck, Brielle. Can you please stop assaulting me? My day has already been shitty enough without you bruising my body. I ask, rubbing the spot of her attack.

Sorry, she shrugs with no remorse. You surprised me. I didn’t expect that.

Rubbing my hand over my arm to soothe the sting, I look at her with a hardened glare. You’re not as surprised as I am.

She scoots closer to me before leaning over to grab the bottle of tequila.

She takes a swig and passes it to me. Sebastian must really be something if he got you to sleep with him again.

I take the bottle without hesitation and bring it to my lips. The liquor burns as it rolls down my throat. I savor the warmth it brings as a tiny fraction of the tension in my shoulders wanes. I don’t know how he does it, Bri. There’s no way Sebastian should have this hold on me, but he does, and I lose all common sense when he starts talking dirty. He has a girlfriend for fuck’s sake, yet I folded like a cheap suit as soon as he crashed his lips onto mine!

The room is quite as I stop my rambling. I glance at Brielle expecting her to be chomping at the bit with inappropriate questions about positions and how he used his cock this time, only her brow is furrowed and she squints in confusion.

Maybe you thought it was one of the hundreds of dreams you’d had about him over the last month? Maybe you could plead temporary insanity? Her face is serious for a moment before she bursts into a chuckle.

I glare at her, not in the mood to deal with her humor at the moment. Knock it off, asshole, I snap. This is serious, Brielle. He blurs everything for me, and then I can’t make sense of what the hell I’m doing and it results in me bent over the conference room table.

She takes the bottle from my hands, gulping down another sip. Jesus Christ, the conference room table? Okay. Start over. Tell me what happened from the beginning.

Brielle and I go through half a bottle of tequila while I tell her exactly what happened in the conference room between Sebastian and me. Reliving it only makes me feel worse.

So, you fucked him … in the conference room … while his sister was still there, and as much as you hate what you did, you loved every second of it, her voice trails off before she chuckles. Am I getting this all right?

I nod and a burst of laughter rips from her chest.

Brielle! I snap.

I’m sorry! I just think it’s comical how you hate him so much, but all you do is dream about sleeping with him again and now you did actually sleep with him again.

Did you even listen to me? I run my hands through my hair frustrated. He has a girlfriend, Brielle. As if that wasn’t bad enough, to make it worse, he makes me reckless. That is not who I am. I don’t do the things I’ve been doing with him, Brielle. I have goals and I make plans. Neither of those involve him. All he is going to do is fuck everything up.

Unconfirmed girlfriend, she corrects. You know, being reckless isn’t always a bad thing.

Nope. I’m pretty positive it’s confirmed. That woman was all over him. There’s no denying the proof that was in front of me. I sigh. Being reckless doesn’t fit into my life right now. I just need to get over him.

Well, you know what they say.

I don’t know what they say, I glare at her.

She giggles in the way she only does when she’s drinking. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Grabbing the liquor bottle from the coffee table, I take another gulp ignoring her suggestion.

I’m just saying that maybe you need to look for someone else to bang. You forgot what good sex can do for you and now your body is craving it. You just need to find someone else to have it with.

Groaning, I take another sip. I tried that already, remember?

With who, Brian?

Yes.

Well, maybe you should try it again. Nothing says you have to date him. You can just sleep with him and maybe you’ll forget about big cock Sebastian Brooks.

I will not keep sleeping with people in order to fix the problem that started by sleeping with someone.

Brielle shrugs, grabbing the bottle from my hand again. Then, don’t. All I’m saying is maybe sleeping with Brian would help you get over Sebastian, and then you wouldn’t have to get drunk on tequila with your best friend on a Monday night.

She’s not wrong, but I just can’t bring myself to even think about sleeping with anyone right now. Brian would never compare to Sebastian and I know for a fact I’d be comparing the two of them the entire time resulting in me still thinking about Sebastian and his magic fucking cock.

Look, I know your pissed. So, how about you let me help you blow off some steam?

I glance over at her What are you thinking?

I have an idea, she grins evilly. Trust your bestie.

I have no clue what you have planned but as long as it doesn’t involve Sebastian or thinking about his cock, I’m in, I agree.

Deal!

Sebastian

The driver drops us off at the stadium with exactly fourteen minutes to get through security and to Jax’s company’s suite. I’m counting my lucky stars we arrived in time. If we’d have missed kickoff, Jax would be more pissed at me.

We take our seats in front of the large glass wall at the same time the players line up for kickoff. We waste no time placing our drink orders on the iPad ordering system in the suite. I have to admit, if there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s Jax’s company’s suite when the Giants play. It’s fantastic.

Jax works for a top-rated sports agency based here in New York. They go the extra mile to make sure the amenities are more accommodating. We get a wet bar, which is typical, but this one is always stocked with top-shelf liquor.

Looking around the room, which looks like