My Boyfriend Is Your Death Sentence Chapter 2

"There’s no way," Kayla scoffed, though her voice lacked conviction. "Sebastian has the highest standards on campus. Why would he pick her?"

"Exactly," Madison added. "The girls chasing him literally form a line around the block. Maria? Please."

Natalie didn't join in the mockery this time. She was quiet, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, re-evaluating everything. "Maria," she said, her voice regaining its composure. "You didn't just hire some guy to pretend to be Sebastian to mess with us, did you?"

I looked at her—at that face that thought it had the world figured out—and I felt a ripple of genuine amusement. "Think whatever helps you sleep at night, Natalie."

I didn't waste another second. I turned and walked out.

Downstairs, Sebastian was leaning against a sleek, crimson Lamborghini. When he saw me, he offered a small, devastatingly handsome smile and waved. The sunlight caught the sharp angles of his face. He truly was the Golden Boy. No wonder Natalie had been obsessed.

And that was exactly why I’d chosen him.

"Did I keep you waiting?" I asked as I approached.

"Just got here. Get in."

Sebastian stepped around and opened the door for me with a level of chivalry that felt almost performative, yet perfect.

As I slid into the leather seat, I glanced up. There they were—three faces pressed against the balcony railing, their expressions a mixture of shock and pure, unadulterated envy.

I nearly laughed out loud.

Sebastian took me to an exclusive private athletic club. We were at the indoor tennis courts, and he was standing behind me, his arms wrapped around mine, adjusting my grip on the racket. It was intimate, calculated, and exactly what I needed.

My phone buzzed. Natalie.

"Maria, are you at the club?"

I felt a prickle of annoyance. She was like a shadow you couldn't shake. "What do you want, Natalie?"

"Don't be like that," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. "I'm just worried about you. I don't want you getting caught up in something you can't handle. Sebastian is... complicated."

"Sebastian is fine. And stop calling me," I said coldly, hanging up.

Sebastian handed me a towel and gently wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Everything okay? Your roommate again?"

I took the towel, meeting his gaze. "Yeah. Just someone who’s a little too interested in my life now that I’m dating someone like you."

He let out a low, melodic chuckle and ruffled my hair.

A second later, a tennis ball whizzed through the air, clipping Sebastian squarely in the back. He winced, his brow furrowing as he turned around.

Natalie was running toward us, looking breathless and distressed. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't see you there! I'm such a klutz!"

She bent over to pick up her racket, her button-down shirt purposefully unfastened just enough.

Sebastian’s eyes flicked over her with a look of utter indifference. He didn't even acknowledge her "accidental" display. "It’s fine," he said shortly.

He put his arm around my waist, guiding me away. But Natalie wasn't giving up. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"I feel terrible! Please, let me make it up to you. Can I get your number? I'd love to buy you a new shirt, or at least a drink to apologize."

I saw the flash of disgust in Sebastian’s eyes before he masked it.

"Not necessary," he said, his voice flat. "I don't give my number to strangers."

He turned back to me, his expression softening instantly into something that looked like pure devotion. "Sorry about the interruption, babe. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to Cartier; you deserve a new bracelet for having to deal with this."

I smiled, casting a triumphant look back at Natalie. She stood frozen on the court, her face turning a sickly shade of gray.

My previous boyfriends would always give her a polite rejection in front of me, but I could see the hunger in their eyes. They’d always end up adding her on social media later that night. She thought every man was the same—a lock she could eventually pick.

But this time, she had slammed into the brick wall that was Sebastian Black.