Granting one last wish

SEB

I feel so terrified to hear from her saying she’s dying. How did her daughter take the news? Where is she, anyway?

“We both agreed not to tell our daughter. Not until tomorrow, at least, but I know she’s going to hate me for this or her father, Seb.” She pauses.

So, am I going to break the news to her? I never met their daughter, and I’ve never even seen her before. Mike and Catie seemed to be good parents, and if their daughter got the looks from both of them, then she is beautiful.

“Seb, I want you to promise me something.” She takes a long deep breath, and my palms turn cold clammy.

I hold my breath when I feel like I’m not going to like the next words will come from her mouth. In my twenty-five years of existence, I’ve never been in this position, making promises to a dying woman, which I know I can’t say no. So I have to do whatever she asks me to.

“Whatever, Catie. I’ll do everything you want.” I start sweating even the room is cold, and I feel claustrophobic.

I open one button of my shirt and loosen my tie.

“I know you’re happy with your life. You’re supposed to be the last person I asked a favor for, but I don’t trust anyone besides my husband. I’ve known you long enough to know what’s underneath that bad boy and playboy image, and you have a good heart, Seb. You have reasons why you choose this life, and you haven’t met the right one for you.” She takes a breath.

So that’s it, and now I’m getting more nervous.

I constantly swallow why a lot of jumbled thoughts pop in my head. Is this what I think it is?

Jesus. Good grace. Hallelujah.

This can’t be happening, and did I just promise?

Can I take it back? No.

I think I’m going to faint before her.

I feel that the worst day of my life is taunting me, and everything is flashing back in my head—it starts from the tabloid that ruins my life, to the meeting that gave me a headache, and to the last words of my dad.

And I’m still in front of a dying woman.

“Before I admitted myself, I finalized my Will, and even my husband doesn’t know most of it. Just me and my lawyer, Atty. Timothy Sanders. I made a copy for myself, and I want you to have it. You don’t have to be there during the reading of the Will, but make sure you secure it safely.” She breathes deeply again. “And you’ll know when the right time to open it, Seb.”

long sigh. So it’s not that bad after all.

so I continue, “So, you will trust me for your daughter, too? You know my reputation, Catie. I mean, I, maybe we can be good friends. I’m not that asshole, and I promise to keep

I stand up and pull the drawer at her bedside. I notice a manila envelope. I pick it up with my sweating hand. It is light, but

favorite flowers. My daughter likes red, and I like purple. So don’t you ever give her purple unless you want to annoy

I fold the envelope and tuck it

huh? I keep that in mind.”

I know I can’t repay you anymore, but I know my

sudden, she becomes too weak, too pale, and she breaths hard, and I panic

her last words in my ears and my head. “Tell her I love her so

promise

***

still shocked, and all my energy drained from me. I look down at the delicious food on my

my clothes and head to my bathroom. A long hot

again. For fuck sake, Seb. You just witnessed a woman died in front of you, and all you

friend is mourning for the loss of his wife, and there’s a daughter who just lost a mother, and she has no idea until now.

I’m such an

I dial my cousin and my best friend, Patrick. After the third ring, he finally picks up.

early today, and that’s new. ‘sup?”

I can’t tell him family emergency because he knows I’m lying.

if something’s bothering me. I’m not

hear

give up. I know he’s going to find out. I already told my parents, and I’m sure

“I received an emergency call today that’s why I had

What emergency? Is Aunt Jules okay? Or your dad? I don’t think it’s about work because I should’ve known before

Don’t worry. Why don’t you pass by, and we’ll talk about it. I

that I never invited anyone in my lair. I never bring anyone here or throw a party. I stay here on weekdays. It’s close to my office, and I spend my weekend

you? Did you really have sex with her? She isn’t your type, you know. You prefer blonde, tall and long-legged. She just wants your pocket while you’re balls deep in her Seb. I

groan, rubbing my eye, but I know

isn’t definitely my type, and all she had is my picture and before you can come up with an idea that

up and walk to the door, and here he is, still in suit one button open, loosened the tie, and wearing

black leather couch, while I make my way to my minibar and pour ourselves two glasses of whiskey. I give him his glass then I drink mine

liquor and Wine, but I’m always responsible when drinking. I sit on his opposite side and rest my

me from guessing? I get it. It’s bad news,” he talks while I’m looking at the high ceiling of my penthouse. I can feel his gaze on me like he can see