"Welcome to the Allen villa, ma'am." A woman who looked to be in her late 50's welcomed Isabella.She and Seth and the babies just arrived at the compound where he lives. While Isabella was trying her best not to look surprised, it kept feeling like a mission impossible to her. Like who lived in such a big house alone? With just a maid?"This is Rita. She helps with the cleaning and every other household works. She only comes here in the morning and once she is done with the chores, she leaves," Seth explained to her."Oh," she nodded her head to show that she understood the explanation. Then, she turned in the direction of the older lady, "Thank you for the warm welcome." She extended her hand out, "I'm Isabella. And please, just call me that, and not ma'am.""Where did you find her, Seth? She's such a keeper!" Rita squeaked, hugging Isabella firmly.Isabella was surprised that the woman was calling her boss by name. So, she turned a questioning look at Seth who just shrugged."She's
Seth grunted and turned around for what felt like the hundredth times. He even wished that he had installed some kind of soundproof between the wall connecting the two doors. But how was he to know everything would turn out the way it did when he has never been around where babies were brought up at.At this rate, how was he expected to get any rest at all? And to think that he has a very importqnt business meeting to attend to in the morning?"What the fuck is she doing that the babies are crying this much?" He grunted again and turned to the other side. The wailing came again, a lot louder than before. He hissed and covered his ears with his pillow. Did that stop the noise from penetrating his ears? Nope. Not at all. It only seemed to be getting even worse and he was only a few inches away from cursing out loud. Perhaps, he should have let the woman stay in San Francisco with the babies.When he couldn't stand the crying of the babies anymore, he got down from the bed with a loud g
The full moon gave the hall Isabella paced about in some sort of glowing color. The chandeliers igniting different colors added to the glow, making the room look like a glowing constellation of some sort. An atmosphere that was enough to soothe the heart of whoever stood among the magic… Except that it did nothing to make Isabella feel at peace or even relieve her anger.When Victoria started crying, she went to the baby stroller where she placed them and pressed a button there. The button brought some nursery rhythm to life and the baby began to laugh softly to the music. Isabella on the other hand resumed her impatient pacing.Yes, she was angry. Not just mildly angry but very angry. Ever since she and the babies moved in about a week and some days ago, she and Seth had come to a kind of truce to ensure that peace reigned between them. In lieu of that, they made some sort of promise to each other that they would share the house chores since Rita went to visit one of her children on
A shrill cry pierced the air and Seth sighed as he lazily opened his eyes. Another day. Another set of troubles. He turned on his bed for a while, feeling less inclined to rise from the bed. The baby's cry kept going on and on and He chuckled dryly. That would be Samuel. The boy cried like a wailing banshee, screaming until he had his mother's breasts between his mouth. Seth's throat parched at the thought of the boy clutching Isabella's pink nipples between his teeth and he sighed in envy. Would it take him turning into a baby before he could be worthy of Isabella's attention? Ever since he had been a jerk a month ago- yes he was willingly admitting to being a jerk- after that argument, his house had become quieter and less fiery. And he should be grateful for that. He really should be but he wasn't.Soon the baby's crying was joined by another and Seth knew he had to stand up to help or Isabella would be overwhelmed.With a heavy heart, and apprehension fluttering in his belly
"Good afternoon, Miss," Isabella greeted a waitress who was on duty at a restaurant she just walked into."Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I help you?" The redhead answered. She kept walking with the tray in her hand which contained the food the customer it belonged to had requested for.Isabella kept up with the pace of the young lady. "I wanted to ask if there is a vacancy available at the restaurant? Any sort of vacancy is fine by me." She questioned the redhead.The redhead served her two customers first before she even bothered to look at Isabella. "Oh, you should have come in earlier. Edna just took the only available job about five minutes ago before you came in." She pointed to a young lady who was busy clearing a table."Oh," Isabella muttered. "Thank you." She told the redhead and made her way out of the place. She checked the time and she sighed when she saw that it was already 11 in the morning. She would have gotten to the restaurant earlier and bagged the job instead of
All through the night, Seth didn't sleep a wink. His mind kept going back to the argument between him and Isabella. The fact that she told him that she would do anything that she liked made him feel like a failure. Heck, he felt like a total failure to her and the kids since he made lose her smile with his cruel words.Why was she looking for a job anyway? It wasn't like he ever asked her to do anything of such. Unless of course, she was still angry with him over the statement he made to her that day they were having that argument about the dishes. Knowing who Isabella was, it was certain to him that she made the decision to work because of that statement he made to her over two months ago. Otherwise, why would she want to get a new job?A job that would mean getting away from him and the babies. That also meant that he could no longer bathe and care for the babies with her since she would always be away when he was home and he would always be away from home whenever she was in the ho
"Vicky, it's okay. It's okay, honey. Daddy's here, I promise," Seth comforted his daughter who just continued to cry her lungs out.Seth was busy making her and her brother's baby food but then, it seemed like the little girl wasn't in the mood to listen to whatever he had to say to her. While he placed the feeders in the basin that contained cool water so the hot food could cool down fast, Samuel quickly joined in the loud wailing of his sister. Soon, the entire house shook with the intensity of their cry.He tested the hotness of the food by wrapping his fingers around each of the feeders. When he saw that they were cool to the touch, he brought them out. He quickly placed one in Samuel's mouth and helped the little boy hold it in place with his little hands. Then, he picked up Victoria from her sitting position to his laps and placed the second feeder in her mouth.When he saw that Samuel had already removed his hand from his feeding bottles, Seth held the bottle in place with one o
"Seth! I'm home!!" Isabella called with a tired voice as she let herself into the house. She was about an hour late beyond her usual eleven in the night when she returned home from work. The customers at the bar came in triple folds that night and then, there was a party of students that came to celebrate the birthday of one of them, so she couldn't just leave Zack and Adrienne, the other waitress who worked the night shift also, alone to serve them all their own."Shh, Bella. You'll wake the babies," Seth reprimanded her softly. He rubbed his fingers over his chin, noticing the beginning of new hair growths at the place. He silently reminded himself of his need to shave in the morning."Oh. Sorry about that." She apologized as she closed the door as gently as she could. She turned around to greet the man and stood transfixed to a spot. She was surprised to see him sitting on the sofa, almost naked. He had only his boxers on. His shirt and trousers were all gone. She averted her eyes
"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