"Eat slowly!" His mother ordered with a glare that told him if he didn't listen, he was going to get slapped on the shoulder. Hard. Seth grinned at her, mouth filled with spaghetti that threatened to slip out of his mouth. He swallowed slowly though, just to humor her and not because he was afraid she would smack him.Okay, it was probably the next reason but he would never admit it to her or to anyone else for that matter. All he wanted was to be finally free from the dashed hospital bed, instead of getting back into one. He sat on the bed in his wardroom. Over the past week as news of his recovery spread around, his room had changed from a bland empty one into a freaking teddy bear shop. There was a stack of teddy bears on one side of the room, almost as high as the ceiling. It was downright annoying. Why hadn't he woken up to teddy bear stacks? Were the people so certain that he would die? And now that he was alive, they kept trooping in with stupid smiles and fake happiness, clu
Isabella was aware of B's burning eyes as she served that morning's breakfast into the food warmer, but she ignored it. She would rather not know what was going on in that woman's head. Or even acknowledge at all that B was looking at her. After ensuring that the omelet was still piping hot, she covered that section of the food warmer and loaded the upper section with bread. Seth, like most men, was a voracious eater. The man ate like a boar. Especially after coming out of a coma, it felt as if he was making compensation for all the days he didn't eat solid food. B chuckled when the bread formed a tower. "He sure has been eating quite that much lately, hasn't he?" Terribly, Isabella wanted to say. I snuck into the hospital one time and saw him eating and he looked seriously like a pig. But she held her tongue instead and nodded glumly. She could not show an ounce of interest in B's words when she talked about Seth. Isabella planned to remain as detached as possible. Until he came h
"What do you mean, you knew when the baby was conceived?" Mrs. Allen asked, perplexed. The woman before her looked quite convinced of what she was saying. But unless her son suddenly took pleasure in being an exhibitionist, she was damn sure Isabella didn't know what she was talking about. "That night," Isabella told her, the edge of bitterness in her tone got stronger. "That night in San Francisco, after the ball. Kaitlyn drove him home." "And?" Mrs. Allen asked again, still not seeing how that proved that Seth and Kaitlyn had sex. Just because the bitch drove her son home didn't mean he was the father of that baby in her womb. "His fly was down B. His buttons were undone. And he was drunk." Isabella pointed out. "They both looked like they must have had a good time."And Isabella could imagine just how good it was. Seth was an amazing lover. That much was obvious from the way Kaitlyn kept hovering above him like a fucking bee. Something had definitely happened in San Francisco, t
Seth sucked in a breath, letting go of Kaitlyn's arm promptly. His head felt light and woozy, perhaps from all the energy he had expended trying to get the truth out of Kaitlyn. He had barely survived a coma and a few days later, he was yelling his head off. "Shit," he whispered, staggering on his feet. Nate and his mother quickly rushed to catch him before he fell, guiding him to the bed. "Easy now," his mother urged and Nate patted his back as he sat down. Kaitlyn had a stupid smug look on her face, watching the scene with interest. He was acting like she had just confessed she was a terrorist or something. Seth couldn't believe what he had heard. Kaitlyn had told Isabella. Isabella thought... Fuck! That was why Isabella had left the ball. That was why...why she ran off. That was why she left!Shit, shit shit! She left because of him! She left because she had thought he and Kaitlyn had sex! She must have been heartbroken and pained and he had accused her of gold digging. Accuse
Isabella knew it was stupid to lock herself in the bathroom, crying herself into a stupor. It made no sense. And it changed nothing. It didn't change the fact that Kaitlyn was carrying Seth's baby, or that there was the haunting memory of him and Kaitlyn having sex in her head. It would be there forever and would haunt her to no end. She glanced up at the mirror and winced when she saw her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, rolling down in waves. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen and she burst into tears again. Was this what she had been reduced to? Growing up she had always told herself that she would be an independent woman, a woman of valor who depended on no man.Woman of valor indeed. There she was, crying her eyes out, and worse over a man. A fucking man. A hot adorable but still a jerk kind of man. She was screwed. She ought to have known it when she bumped into Seth at the fertility clinic. She ought to have known that accidents happened to her often and when they d
"Quiet!" Seth yelled, causing all murmuring to cease at that moment. Everyone stared at him in expectation, their eyes blinked curiously and his blood boiled even more in irritation. The nurses had drawn closer and would have barged into the room if the bouncers his mother had gotten weren't damn effective. Kaitlyn stood proudly, a few meters away and closer to the door. She had a smug look on her face and the cursed phone in her hands. It was alright. Seth decided. Look smug all you want Kaitlyn because I'll wipe it off your face soon. "Kaitlyn, I'll admit your show was well thought out and clever," he said finally, relaxing on his bed. Nate should have gotten Isabella by now, and who knew? They were probably on their way to his ward. That was good enough for him. She would know everything. Know that Kaitlyn was a damn liar and deserved to be locked up in a fucking asylum. She would see the truth soon. And things would be better. "So you admit you're the father?" One of the nurses
A full week passed. For Seth, it was filled with waiting impatiently in torture. With each passing day, he woke up with the urge to see Isabella and slept with the disappointment of not seeing her. She completely stayed away from him. And it drove him mad. He just needed an audience, just one. Fuck, five minutes was all he needed to explain himself. To make her see the truth. But as each day rolled by, and his mother walked into his room with a downturned frown, Seth knew things had gotten way deeper than Kaitlyn's false pregnancy. That bitch had put him through a lot of shit and Seth was determined to make sure that she didn't do shit anymore. He would make sure she got punished by the law. For killing his baby without his consent, years ago. For having sex with him without his consent in San Francisco. For defamation of his name and Isabella's, Slander, and heck even Libel. She was going to spend the rest of her fucking miserable life atoning for her sins if he had a say in it.
CHAPTER 130The house was in perfect order and condition. There was a lot of hustling and bustling as her mother moved from one place to another with the twins hanging on her neck, blabbing things that no one could understand. Isabella felt a pang of guilt. She ought to help her mother and take the kids away but she was on a mission. Carrying either of the twins would slow her down and would appeal to the one part of her that wanted to stay. Instead of taking them off her mother's hands, she walked around the house trying to arrange them. She picked up the pillows in the room and propped them up against the sofas. She aligned the center table to the center. What are you doing? Her mind asked and she paused feeling awkward and tired with each passing moment. Scrubbing the entire house over and over for a week was finally taking its toll on her, but that was the least of her problems. Did she want to be there when Seth arrived? She had planned to leave earlier. She would make breakf
"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