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.”

I release a long sigh. So it’s not that bad after

want to see her smile at least, 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 my hands off

my life. She motions to the drawer. I stand up and pull the drawer at her bedside. I notice a manila envelope. I pick it up with my sweating

it to me. It has a pendant—a tulip, our favorite flowers. My daughter likes red, and I like purple. So don’t

and I don’t know why. I fold

“So, she doesn’t like purple, huh? I keep that in

repay you anymore, but I know my daughter will. Please take care of her. Promise

she breaths hard, and I panic and shout for Mike, who

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

promise Catie.

***

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

strip all my clothes and head to my bathroom. A long hot shower

fuck sake, Seb. You just witnessed a

of his wife, and there’s a daughter who just lost a mother, and she has no

I’m such an ass.

my father about the sad news, I dial my cousin and my best

your office early today,

I remind myself to play cool, but I can’t tell him family emergency

well, and if something’s bothering me. I’m

wrong?” I can hear the worry in his voice.

I know he’s going to find out. I already told

I had to leave soon,” I explain

I don’t think it’s about work because I should’ve known before I

okay. Don’t worry. Why don’t you pass by,

invited anyone in my lair. I never bring anyone here or throw a party.

okay? You didn’t knock-up that starlet, did 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 can tell it.”

but I know he’s just trying

and all she had is my picture and before you can come up with an idea that I have sex video with her, don’t go there.” I pause. “I’m sure my future wife is not yet even

less than a minute, I hear a knock. I stand up and walk to the door, and here he is, still in suit one button open, loosened the tie, and wearing

already inside before I can even say a word. He sits on my black leather couch, while I make my way to my minibar and pour ourselves two glasses of whiskey. I give him

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

me from guessing? I get it. It’s bad news,” he talks while I’m looking at the high ceiling of my