“Are you sure?” Mary asked.
“No,” Hayden put in. “I have my motorbike at the yacht. So there’s no need to argue who’s staying behind.”
“Then that should work out,” Mary said.
It was decided then, and Sebastian took Sakura by the elbow before Richard had the chance. “Come on,” he said, leading her to their car.
“Wait!” Richard said. “I haven’t seen Sakura for ages.” He put both his hands on her shoulders and steered her toward Mary’s car. “Young lady, you’re coming with us.”
Conrad would have none of it, however, and said, “We can all catch up when we get home.” He brushed Richard’s hands aside and steered Sakura toward their car. “Mind what you’re touching,” he said.
“What is wrong with you guys today?” Mary asked. “Maybe it’s the coffee she made them,” she muttered to herself. “Did she put something in it?”
Peter, who found the whole situation a bit weird, finally had to put in a word. “Two of you will have to ride with us. There won’t be enough room in that car for everyone.”
The brothers looked at one another.
“I’ll go,” Nicolas volunteered.
“Me, too,” Logan said.
The two brothers reluctantly headed to Mary’s car while Conrad and Sebastian led Sakura to theirs.
Sakura wasn’t pleased with how things had gone so far. First there was Sebastian, who was being rude to her. She couldn’t believe that after last night, after he’d said how he had wanted to begin their sibling relationship anew, he would go this far. She decided to glare at him to show him she wasn’t pleased and that she didn’t want him—or any of them for that matter—to interfere in her life like that, especially when they’d never given her a thought before.
Sebastian nudged her gently to get her into the car. She harrumphed loudly, and before she decided she’d changed her mind and wanted to go home with Katherine after all, she was being pulled away by an arm.
She gasped in surprise as she felt a strong hand wrap tightly around her slender wrist and none too slowly drag her to the other side of the street, her feet stumbling behind two long, powerful legs.
She glanced up to see Hayden laughing merrily as he pulled her along with him.
“She’s coming with me, guys,” he shouted once they were safely on the other side of the street.
The brothers stood there watching them in shocked surprise. A moment later, Tristan laughed loudly. Sebastian wasn’t pleased. He scowled severely. Conrad shouted, “Hayden! What the hell are you doing?”
“He’s taking her for himself,” Darcy said.
Sakura didn’t know what was going on until they’d reached a couple of blocks away. She had to catch her breath and wriggled her hand a couple of times to get Hayden’s attention. He wouldn’t release his hold on her, however, though he did stop to let her catch her breath.
Sakura collapsed against the brick wall of a building. Hayden watched her, amused. He came to stand in front of her, blocking out the afternoon sun that was glaring down on her face. When she opened her eyes again, she gasped and caught her breath at the back of her throat. Hayden was standing so close to her that she could feel his warm breath fanning her face.
“Sorry about that.” He chuckled, grinning at her.
Sakura was still heaving. When she finally stopped, she gazed up at him, confused and dazed. What is he doing? Why had he taken her away from everyone else all of a sudden?
Hayden moved his face closer to hers, as if he was about to kiss her. Instead, however, he chuckled softly and gently blew air in her face to get her attention. She blinked.
“Wanna go sightseeing with me?” he asked.
Sakura blinked again and cocked her head to one side. Hayden? Asking her to go sightseeing? She wanted to laugh. Of all things, he wanted to take her sightseeing?
Yes, she remembered him asking her—
No, not ask. Hayden had never asked. Hayden had basically dragged her with him, as he’d just done moments before.
Yes, from her very early experiences, sightseeing with Hayden usually meant sneaking out of the Princeton Estate and doing something dangerous and illegal, such as stealing a motorcycle, for example.
She still remembered those days so clearly. He’d dragged her out with him late in the evening into town and then had stolen a Harley-Davidson motorcycle that he’d had his eyes on for ages. After the thieving, he’d taken her riding with him for a good hour or two—dangerously near the cliff’s edge, of course. He said it was thrilling—even more so with a girl. And she had to be that girl. Of course, this had gone on a couple of times until he’d crashed one of the motorcycles. Naturally, Tara and Alaina had found out and had sneakily told Daddy James what happened. Hayden had been grounded for months, which pissed him off so badly that he turned to blame her for telling on him. She hadn’t told on him but couldn’t go against Tara and Alaina’s words.
Sakura turned her attention to the earring on his left ear then. She remembered him pressuring her to pierce his ear for him after that particular incident. He told her that since he’d been named the black sheep of the house, he might as well go all out and pierce his ear too to get that perfect bad-boy image. She even had to pick him an earring and paid for it with her own money since he said it had been her fault from the start. When she’d given him the pair of silver earrings, he threw one back at her, telling her he only needed one. To this day, she still had that earring kept safely in her secret box.
“I believe it’s a yes?” he asked.
Sakura jolted back to reality. She raised her brows at him. Since when had Hayden ever asked her for her decision? She leaned back and sighed. “I suppose since you’ve already dragged me all the way here.”
He chuckled. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t possibly lose you to my dear brothers, now could I?”
Sakura didn’t know how to reply to that statement and wondered why he looked so wounded when she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t care one way or another.
It was forty minutes later, after he’d shown her the mega yacht thoroughly, that he proudly presented to her his Harley-Davidson motorbike.
“What do you think?” he asked, his chest puffing with pride like a peacock.
Sakura cocked her head to one side. “It’s nice.”
Hayden blinked. “That’s it?”
Sakura turned to look at him. She knew nothing about motorbikes, and she was certainly not a motorbike fan, so what did he expect her to say?
A moment later, after he realized he wouldn’t get any more out of her, he made her put on a helmet and told her to sit behind him. “Hold on tight,” he said through his own helmet.
Yes, they were going to ride his motorbike home, and hopefully they wouldn’t crash. But then again, Hayden was now an expert motorcyclist, so the chance of them crashing was next to zero. Yet this was Hayden, and he liked to live dangerously.
Sakura felt rather nervous and hastily tightened her arms about his waist. Hayden secretly smiled behind his helmet, pleased with their close contact.
“Hold on tight,” he said and started the engine. After engaging the accelerator a few times to get the mood going, he released the break and they were off.
Sakura gritted her teeth the faster they went and her arms tightened even more around Hayden’s waist. Once they were on the highway and had the road to themselves, Hayden glanced behind him and saw that Sakura was resting her head against his back. He liked that. He liked that very much. It brought back memories—both happy and painful memories.
A few minutes later, he pressed his foot on the brake, causing the motorbike to come to a complete halt in the middle of the road. Sakura stiffened and wondered why he’d stopped all of a sudden.
Hayden switched off the engine and took off his helmet. He turned around, and without her consent, pulled her helmet off as well. Sakura blinked. Hayden couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was with her hair a wild mess and her face flu
shed red. He cleared his throat and asked, “Do you want to try?”
Sakura cocked her head to one side, wondering what he was talking about. “Try what?”
“Driving,” he replied. He stood up and, without further ado, made her sit in front of him and told her to start the engine.
“I’m wearing a dress, Hayden,” she protested. “And I’ve never driven a motorbike before.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckled. “I’ll teach you. Here, turn this on and voilà!”
The motorbike hummed, and Sakura was rather pleased, feeling a certain type of thrill rushing through her body.
Soon after, with his help guiding her from behind, she was driving the motorbike very slowly along the road. She was having fun and laughed out merrily. Hayden smiled, his eyes twinkling.
It was a while later, just when she’d gotten used to the speed and the wind fluttering against her face, that she hastily stepped on the brake before she had the chance to crash into what was clearly a holdup in the middle of the road.
Sakura pulled off her helmet and couldn’t help but marvel at the sight she beheld before her. The brothers looked like they were posing for a Calvin Klein photo shoot—in the middle of the road and in the middle of nowhere.
Conrad was standing on the roof of the SUV as if he’d just conquered Mount Everest. Tristan was half-reclining on the hood of the car. Darcy was posing very nicely to the side near the front of the car. Sebastian was resting his weight against the car, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
The moment she stopped, they made a move. Sebastian was scowling again. She wondered if he would ever stop scowling at her. Tristan slid off his rather comfortable recliner, and Conrad jumped down from the roof of the car.
“Did you have fun?” Sebastian asked.
Sakura couldn’t believe that was the first thing he’d say to her. She blinked, and just to piss him off, she smiled at him sweetly. “Yes. It was fun. Hayden taught me how to drive his motorbike. Why are you guys in the middle of the road?”
“Waiting for you,” he said, wrapping his hand around her arm.
Hayden took off his helmet and chuckled. “You guys couldn’t stay away, could you? Whose idea was that?”
“It was Sebastian’s,” Tristan said.
“Come on, my dear lady,” Tristan said to Sakura. “We can’t allow the Prince of Rebel to keep you any longer.”
“So said the Prince of Flirt,” Hayden put in sarcastically.
So it is Sebastian again, Sakura thought in annoyance. What is wrong with him? Why is he being so overbearing right now?
“Come on, get in the car,” Sebastian ordered gently.
“You don’t need to tell her, Seb,” Conrad said. “She’s coming.”
Actually, Sakura decided she wasn’t coming with them after all. Just to show Sebastian he couldn’t tell her what to do, she refused to move an inch from the bike.
Sebastian, however, did it for her by scooping her into his arms and carrying her—with the helmet still in her hands—toward the car.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Put me down.”
Sebastian refused to listen to her. Sakura grumbled under her breath and glared at him.
“He’s carrying her again,” Conrad said.
“Because he’s responsible,” Tristan commented, heading around to the car as well.
“Why should you feel responsible?” Sakura couldn’t help asking, her voice ice cold.
“Because right now I’m the eldest brother,” Sebastian said matter-of-factly.
Tristan butted in. “Don’t believe him, Sakura. I believe I’m the eldest right now since I was born a full six minutes before him, so that responsibility falls to me.”
Sebastian finally put her down. She brushed down her skirt and hair and muttered under her breath. Sebastian opened the door of the car for her, telling her with his stance to get in.
Sakura gritted her teeth, ignored him, and said rather too softly, “Actually, I believe none of you need to take any responsibility over me. After all, I am twenty-three and not a three-year-old child.” She turned her eyes to Sebastian then and said to him, “I think I can take of myself, and I believe I’m entitled to decide how I want to get home, don’t you?”
Sebastian folded his arms across his massive chest, almost in challenge. Sakura knew he wasn’t happy with her announcement. But to hell with him! Who did he think he was? He had never cared about her welfare before, so why now?
“I think Sakura should choose how she wants to get home,” Hayden butted in, giving her a cheeky smile.
“All right,” Sebastian said. “Decide, Sakura. How do you want to get home? The car?” He nodded toward the back seat. “Or the bike?” He nodded to where Hayden and the bike were.
Sakura knew he wanted her to ride home in the car. Well, he could go home with his brothers without her. She held her head high and said, “I choose the motorbike.”
“What?” Conrad shouted. “But we waited for you.”
Sakura felt bad. It was even worse when Conrad gave her the puppy-dog look. But she hardened herself against her tender heart. After all, it was Sebastian’s fault. If he wasn’t acting so overbearing, then she would have gone with them, and Conrad needn’t be so upset.
“Sorry, Conrad,” she said softly and moved to Hayden, who was smiling at her with glee.
Sebastian watched her go, his face impassive. “Get in the car, everyone,” he said as he tossed the keys over to Tristan. “You drive.”
Tristan knew Sebastian was pissed even though he wasn’t showing it, and when Sebastian was pissed, his driving was affected, which could lead to the passengers experiencing a roller-coaster-type ride. Frankly none of them wanted that right now. What Tristan didn’t expect, however, was for Sebastian to go up to Hayden and say, “You too,” and take Hayden’s helmet without asking.
All Hayden could do was look at his older brother, stunned.
Sebastian put on the helmet and got on the bike. Sakura was so shocked that her mouth hung open in disbelief.
“Well?” he asked. “Or have you changed your mind already?”
Sakura couldn’t answer. Sebastian decided for her by nudging her to him and made her sit behind him.
“See you at home,” he said to Hayden. Then he started the engine and drove off so fast Sakura had to quickly wrap her arm around his waist so she wouldn’t fall. Once she got her composure, she glanced behind to see Hayden getting into the car and Darcy staring after them, his face a hard mask.
Honestly, she thought this man in front of her was being very unpredictable. She really had to give him a bit of her mind once they were home. But it wasn’t home that they were heading to. Sebastian deliberately missed the turn and headed straight toward the beach on the other side of the island.
Sakura tugged at his jacket to get his attention, to tell him he’d missed the turn. He answered her by ignoring her, and soon they came to a nice clearing near the beach where he finally decided to stop.
Sakura couldn’t help herself. She hastily got off the bike, pulled off the helmet, and confronted him.
“I can’t believe you did that, Sebastian. I just can’t. Oh my gosh! Who do you think you are? You deliberately missed the turn, didn’t you? And you deliberately waited out in the middle of the road too. I can’t believe this. And what is it all for? Is it because of last night? Is it? Is it because we agreed to start anew? Is that why you’re doing this? I can’t believe it. You never, ever noticed me before and now all this? This…”
Sebastian wasn’t paying any attention to her tantrum. He was too busy admiring her sensual lips. He wasn’t sure why she was overreacting, though. After all, he’d only wanted to protect her from Richard—and Hayden, of course.
She finally stopped ranting when she realized he wasn’t paying attention. “You aren’t even listening to me,” she muttered under her breath.
He chuckled. “Why are you so riled up?”
Sakura sucked in her b
reath. Oh, God! Oh, God! He was smiling at her. And when Sebastian smiled, her heart started to do a disco dance. She realized then just how handsome he was when he smiled. He was so charming, especially with his pale blond hair that was a bit too long and his azure-blue eyes that were twinkling. Not to mention the dimple on his left cheek.
Suddenly he pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Sorry,” he said, almost too gently for her liking.
She knew he didn’t mean it because he was still smiling. What the heck is wrong with him?
“Did I annoy you?” he asked softly.
“You annoyed the heck out of me, Sebastian. I might have to tell Daddy James what you’ve done to me,” she said, nodding her head. “Like I always did when we were children.”
He chuckled. “The likes of you telling Dad?” he asked. “Not a chance. You’d rather suffer in pain than tell anyone about it.”
Sakura frowned in confusion at him. “What do you mean? I told on you a lot when we were little.”
He looked at her for a long while. “I may have been a child back then, Sakura,” he said seriously, “but I wasn’t stupid, and neither were my brothers.”
“But—”
“It was better to leave you in peace than to make things worse,” he said. “Sorry we forgot all about you.”
“So you did forget about me, eh?” She confirmed, nodding her head.
“Yes,” he said. “I admit that. But now we’re making it up to you. How about that?”
“A bit too late for that now,” she said. “And I’m totally not interested. When the wedding is over, I’m gone.”
She shut up immediately and blushed.
Sebastian frowned. “Gone? Where are you going?”
She changed the subject. “Let’s go home. I’m sure everyone is worried.”
He wouldn’t have it. “Where are you planning to go?”
“It’s none of your business, Sebastian,” she said and unconsciously played with the pendant of her necklace, nervous all of a sudden.
Sebastian noticed. “Do they know about this? Mom and Dad?” he asked suspiciously.
“I haven’t told them yet,” she muttered. “I will later.”
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