Growing up, Seth wouldn't call himself a wild child per se. Sure he had snuck in the bleachers with a girl or two during high school. He had also put a frog in Mrs. Perkins, his history teacher's bag in middle school and when he got caught and questioned for it, he faked having an epilepsy attack. He raided the school's cafeteria once and removed the principal's wig during an announcement at the assembly. Okay, maybe he had been pretty wild. There was the time he tried smoking too. The coughing had been crazy and he could see why it would be addicting, but he hated losing things he couldn't replace. Like his life for example. And his dignity, he thought solemnly as he walked out of the women's bathroom hearing screams and shouts behind him as he closed the door. His green eyes were wide with shock as he had seen so many unseeable things. Like a woman shaving her legs. In the most revolting way possible. Who even shaved legs in public bathrooms?! Dammit, when he finally found Isab
"She's not picking up," Seth said, an edge to his voice. There had been a few moments of panic in Seth's life before. The earliest he could remember was when he had to wear a cardigan by himself for the first time. When he was six. It had been a long torturous process and in the end, he had screamed for his mom while wiggling around with a knitted black cardigan stuck on his head. The darkness that surrounded him had been terrifying and very suffocating. When he had been caught for putting a frog in Mrs Perkins' bag, the epilepsy display he had done to save his ass was mostly half panic and half acting. The worst of all was when he heard the most awful news that shattered his life and broke his mother as well. It was when the doctors had come out of the operating theater, telling him and his mom they couldn't save his father. It took a long time to understand that the bottomless dreadful feeling that pooled in his stomach was panic. And that same feeling settled in him as he d
"Isabella!" Seth bellowed, kicking at a locked door furiously. He had toured the entire hall and there was no sign of his black-haired, cat-eyed, feline queen. There were so many possibilities and that in itself drove him crazy. She could be lost, kidnapped, raped, murdered... He shuddered at the last thought and silently prayed that nothing like that had happened to her. Or maybe she left. The thought dropped into his mind and he took a break from kicking the locked door. Why would she leave? He had simply stepped out for a while to talk with Mr Goldman who by the way had refused to listen to him and suddenly she was gone. Seth tried hard to think about what he must have done to hurt her or something that must have happened within that period but his brain came up blank. Frustrated, he whipped out his phone to call his mum when suddenly a voice behind them spoke up in amusement. "Well isn't this just appalling? The great Seth Allen, all frantic about a woman, never thought I
Seth stared at the cellular device in his hand in disbelief, his heartbeat raced faster. Around him, murmurings grew, enveloping him in a cocoon of shame, anger and pain."No," he whispered, staring at the video that played across his screen. Isabella was getting into a man's car. And it wasn't just any man's car, it was her boss's car. The wack-ass man who had offered Isabella the job that almost took her away from him. He didn't care if anyone thought he was crazy for thinking that, but he was certain that Dave was trying to steal Isabella from him. And he hadn't been wrong. Dear God, for the first time in his entire life, Seth had wanted to be wrong. His hands trembled as he watched the clip over and over again, unable to believe the things his eyes saw, his hand reached to his face and wiped at his eyes then he stared at the screen again."It's not true." He told himself after a few minutes of internal conflict and pocketed his phone. When he raised his head, he realized that t
"What the hell are you talking about, Mom?" Seth thundered, sleep fleeing from him as he struggled to sit upright in the back. He must have heard wrong. Yeah, it was either that or his mom was saying Isabella had run off with one of his children!"I woke up to Vicky's cries and thought maybe she needed her mom. I went to Isabella's room. She's not there, Seth! She's not there and her stuff is gone! What did you do to her?!" His mother cried. "I thought things were fine between you two!"Seth laughed harshly. "That makes two of us! You're asking what I did to her?! How about what she did to me?! I spent hours looking for her like fucking wimp while she went off with some fuc-""Relax, man!" Nate called from the driver's seat and Seth flipped him the finger."Don't you fucking tell me to relax! I would have died for Isabella and she fucking stabbed me in the back!" He bellowed."What exactly is going on?!" His mom screamed over the phone,
Growing up, Isabella had always had people whispering about her. Her father was a nut job who took pleasure in beating his wife and daughters and loved the sick satisfaction he got from the public watching him do so. Walking down the hallways in middle school had been a chore. People would glance at her and whisper, whisper, and whisper away. It didn't matter that she was innocent. That she was just a child, a victim of an unstable home. All she got in the place of sympathy were whispers. And to survive, Isabella and her elder sister, Irene Victoria, had to develop thick skin. A skin immune to the whispering and mocking of middle school students determined to make a sport of them. She hadn't enjoyed it, however. She had counted the days until they absconded from the bastard's hold and she loved every minute of freedom that came after. But she had to admit, it came in handy. The whispering around her increased as she poured vodka into the shot glasses before her and grinned up at t
"She's not picking up," Seth slurred and belched. The phone clattered as it fell from his hands to hit the bar counter. The two bartenders, a woman who looked like she would have a future in the acting industry, and a young guy in his early twenties, exchanged glances. "We're sorry about that, sir." The woman said, eyeing him awkwardly. Seth nodded, waving his hand. He was drunk and addled and was ready to spill his problems out like a leaky tank. "Oh, it's alright. I just wanted to give it one last try. Just one." He hiccuped and bit his lip. "To see,... To see if she at all feels bad about it all." The bartenders exchanged looks again and the woman promptly raised her hands at the man. "He's your problem, not mine."The young man arched his brow. "Really? You're going to do this now?" They had both watched Seth Allen, the talk of the town in the past few days, walked into the bar with a permanent frown on his fac
"Bella..." Seth moaned softly at the feel of her skin against his. Her lips pressed against his and he sighed, sinking deeper into her embrace. She was here. Isabella. Warm, plush, deliriously sweet Isabella. With a groan of hunger, he slipped his tongue between her lips, entangling hers with his. She tasted just like he remembered. Sweet. And a bit tangy. "Bella!" He groaned, pulling away to rest his forehead on hers, panting heavily. Her brown eyes were hooded and her lips were wet from his kisses. She looked every bit as enticing as he had imagined. Sprawled on a bed, beneath him, her breaths coming out in puffs. Glancing down, he saw she was still wearing the dress she had worn to the ball and smiled. "For me?" She giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck. Her skin soft and smooth burned hotly against his and a frenzied desire gripped him fiercely. "Always," she whispered, kneading his neck and rising to me
"What about the flowers?!" Seth yelled, running around the house as if he was possessed. Oh, he was possessed alright. Possessed by the need to make sure everything was perfect. Over the past week, he had learned so much about proposals, his head was heavy and filled with ideas. He'd come up with a plan to charm Isabella and get her to say yes. But then his plan got thwarted because a little birdie told him Isabella was coming to LA that day. He had wanted to pass out when Anna called him saying Isabella was arriving that day. He wasn't ready! Heck, his mother hadn't brought the flowers yet and Isabella's mom was struggling to hang balloons on the wall of the living room. "Gahhhhh!" He yelled, yanking at his freshly combed hair. "Stop that right now! It took me an hour to make it perfect!" Nate yelled from behind him and Seth shot him a glare. "How about you focus on ironing the suit instead?!" He replied."How about you iron your suit yourself! I'm not some fucking Valet. I have
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Seth muttered when he heard the door to the house open. She was running off! Again. And it was all his stupid fault. What the hell had he been thinking?!He hadn't even been thinking at all. "Fuck!" He yelled, pounding his fist into the bed. Who could blame him?! His brain had been mashed up in the affair, he hadn't his wits around him. Saying that had been the most natural thing to do. Well, congratulations! You've managed to repulse her. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. He had meant to mess things up. He had just wanted to make her feel special, nothing more! But instead, he had blown his plan to bits by jumping the gun. His chest hurt, and it felt hard to breathe remaining in bed as his head replayed the way she had looked at him as if the very thought of marriage disgusted her. Rising out of bed, he searched for his shirt. Or was it the very thought of marriage to him? Seth paused, a deep frown etched onto his face. There was no way she was repuls
"Hot damn," Seth panted, his head lolling against the sofa. "Fuck Bella, that was intense," Isabella smiled proudly, staring up at him. He looked so sated and quite adorable with the way his green eyes snapped open and closed at different intervals. His voice had grown thick and hoarse from groaning and she giggled. She liked this. Knowing how helpless he was to her touch. Knowing he felt intense pleasure when he was with her. Knowing that she could drive him crazy as much as he drove her crazy. "Come here," he ordered, spreading out and patting his thighs. Biting her lip, Isabella climbed on him, sighing when his semi-hard member lay against her core. Seth buried his face in her neck, kissing her at intervals while fondling her breasts. His hands found her nipples and pinched them. Isabella squirmed, getting wetter by the second and moaning at his ministrations. Beneath her, she could feel him get turgid again. "You ready?" He asked, green eyes burning as he stared into hers. "Y
When Isabella woke the next morning, Something soft and warm was pressed to her nape. She shook her head, trying to shake it off, but it simply slid down her neck in the most sensual way possible causing her to sigh deeply. "Oh that feels good," she muttered subconsciously. "Yeah?" A deep masculine voice penetrated the sleepy haze that surrounded her. She frowned. Where the hell had that come from? "Relax baby," the voice said soothingly and she found herself relaxing into the bubble of passion that encased her. She wasn't stupid, she knew who it was. She knew it was Seth, and that she was supposed to be mad at him. But oh she couldn't resist. The wonderful feel of his tongue on her skin drove her crazy with desire, setting her loins on fire. The night before, after they had both done the dishes. He had offered to watch a movie with her and like the dumbass she was, she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, it was Seth carrying her to her bed and telling her he would sleep right ne
CHAPTER 149"It was madness," he whispered. To hear him clearly, she moved closer to the door and placed her ear against it. As if he sensed her, she heard him drop to the floor and place his head on the door. Seth closed his eyes, trying to recall how he had felt while he was in a coma. "I couldn't move. And there was this thick darkness as if I was suffocating with nothing in sight." He sighed and listened in to hear her soft breathing on the other side. So fucking adorable. "It was you, you know? You kept talking and singing and doing all that shit and it was soothing. I told myself that at least if I was lost, I was lost with you. And I was fine with that Bella, you know? I was fine with just being with you. I couldn't even hear half the things you said but it was good enough for me to know you were around." Isabella blinked and tears slipped down her cheeks. Sniffing, she wiped the tears away and listened more. "When I awoke and you avoided me, I felt pretty stupid. And angr
"What are you still doing here?!" Isabella yelled at the wide-eyed man who stared back at her, the stupidest grin on his face. She had stalled at the office, wasted time like no man's business, all in hopes that he would have left by the time she got home. But in all honesty, a part of her was thrilled to see him. That part was even more delighted to see he was dressed in her apron and no shirt underneath. Her body stirred with a rather heavy need to hump him and that spurred on anger. Why the hell did he look like he belonged there?! His hair, blonde and touseled playfully fell over his green eyes. His muscles flexed and contracted as he walked towards her, smiling. "You're home," he grinned, leaning forward to pat her hair. As if she were some five-year-old in need of fucking reassurance. It was all too much! She had left him just for a day and he had turned her apartment and life upside down. He was making fish broth! Fish broth! She couldn't remember the last time she had mad
Her house was quite serene, Seth mused as he wiped the kitchen windows with a soaked napkin. The house was quiet and peaceful and he wasn't sure he could remember the last time he had lived in such a quiet environment. He had to admit, the scenery was beautiful. All green, with tall trees that swayed from side to side. I could stay here forever with her, he thought with a stupid grin on his face. After finally seeing her, after all the many days he had to spend without her, he could live in a fucking igloo as long as she was there. He would need her fire to keep warm. "And God knows she has too much of it burning inside her." He muttered to himself, inspecting the cleaned window, and nodded. That was the last window to clean on his window-cleaning journey. It wasn't like he had anything better to do than to wait for Isabella to arrive from work. Another grin wormed its way to his face and he chuckled. It was quite ironic, she was at work and he was cleaning the house. Like some hou
Dash it! Dash it all to pieces, Isabella thought as she walked into the company. She was mortally exhausted and it had everything to do with the blonde in her house with sparkling green eyes that made her legs jelly. His stupid grin, his infuriating smirk, and his deliciously hot chest drove her crazy! Isabella tossed her head in a groan, trying to get rid of the image of him in her head. How the hell was she supposed to do so? He infiltrated her senses and drove her insane with desire and anger, it was madness! All she could think about, all that had kept her up all night was the feel of his mouth against hers. Hard and demanding. She ought to have kicked him out immediately when he stepped into the shower with her. Scratch that, she should have thrown him out the minute he stepped into her house. But Isabella had yearned for him, every minute they were apart. Every fucking second was a torture she felt she had imposed on herself. When he stepped in, discarding his clothes until he
Isabella turned in her bed the next morning and groaned in pain. Pressing her hand to her head, it hurt a little.“Maybe it was the wine," she thought, getting out of her bed.Strangely, she had dreamt of Seth. Remembering it, she felt disgusted and excited at the same time.“Thank God it was only a dream," she said as she left her room. Stepping into the living room, Isabella noticed Seth curled up in a blanket. He had passed the night on the couch. “It was not a dream, after all, fuck this hangover.” She said, rolling her eyeballs.Memories of the last night came back to her, and she remembered walking out on Seth during dinner when he refused to tell her why he was there. With the way things turned out, she expected that Seth would be gone, but there he was sleeping peacefully on the couch. “Am I admiring him now?” Isabella thought to herself. She had stood there for some time staring at his face.She walked back to her room quietly and sat on her bed. Checking the time, it was b