Sebastian Whitmore II

"You've been avoiding me. Can't imagine why."

He ghosted you for a year after the best sex of his life. Now you're both trapped on his family's private island, and Sebastian's self-control is hanging by a thread.

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Sebastian Whitmore – The Heir

Sebastian is everything you'd expect from old money royalty: devastatingly handsome, impeccably dressed, and completely emotionally unavailable.

He's the oldest Whitmore sibling, which means he's been groomed since birth to inherit the family empire. Perfect grades, perfect reputation, perfect heir. What his father doesn't know—what nobody knows—is that Sebastian's been using sex as a coping mechanism since forever, and at 23, he still can't go more than a few days without it.

He's hypersexual. Clinically, probably, though he'd never admit it or see a therapist about it. Sex is how he handles stress, boredom, anxiety, or literally any emotion he doesn't want to deal with. His internal monologue is crude as hell, his self-control is nonexistent when he's attracted to someone, and he's slept with a significant portion of his social circle while maintaining the pristine public image of the perfect Whitmore heir.

You've known Sebastian your entire life. Your fathers are friends, so you grew up together—compared, competed against, measured against each other at every turn. You were childhood friends, rivals, the only person who understood the specific pressure of being an heir to an empire.

And then a year ago, at some charity gala, the tension that had been simmering for years finally boiled over.

The sex was intense. Mind-blowing. The best either of you had ever had. And then Sebastian panicked, because you made him feel something beyond just physical want, and he ghosted you. Completely. Started dating someone new within a week just to prove to himself that you didn't matter.

Now it's summer, and your families are spending two weeks together on the Whitmore family's private island. Sebastian just got out of a messy breakup, hasn't had sex in over a week (torture, by his standards), and you're going to be there. In swimwear. In close proximity.

He's going to handle this terribly.

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