Her cheeks were stinging, her neck was tired. She was fatigued from lack of sleep. Yet she turned around from Dave and walked back into the hospital. "You'll regret this, Isabella!" He shouted behind her. Isabella gave a simple non-committed shrug. She was not new to regrets. She had abandoned her daughter, yelled offensive words at her mother in outrage and where had it gotten her? To the land of regrets. And so if she regretted yelling at her double-faced boss for trying to harm an older woman in public, it was a welcomed one.But dammit, she thought angrily. Had he always been like that and she simply had not seen it?! Was she really that blind? He had never behaved like that before her. Heck, she had thought that if Seth was a hot-headed Zeus, then Dave was a cool-headed Poseidon. But now? She was starting to fear that he might be a manipulator after all. Just which parts of him were real? The timing of how he had arrived when she was walking from the ball seemed perfect. The
B watched Isabella follow the doctor out of the wardroom, a furious glare on her face. Of all the names her son could utter, it just had to be her. The same woman who had dashed off and left him to the clutches of alcohol. When Kaitlyn had crushed her son, She had thought she would lose him forever. Seth had gone off into full-blown delirium. He indulged heavily in alcohol and got himself into the police cell quite a several times. She understood that he was hurt, but he had taken the pain and heartbreak too badly. That was just the way he was, whether he denied it or not. Seth was either all in or all out. Never in the middle. She glanced at her son and felt a pang in her chest. Was it weird that she was grateful for what had happened five minutes ago? She wondered, walking to his side. When they had wheeled him out of the theater, Seth had looked deathly pale. Dear God, she had thought she would lose him. Her only son. Her little boy. Her eyes watered and she let them fall, reac
Vicky whipped around, the spider forgotten, when she heard her mother's voice. Isabella watched as her daughter's pink cute face suddenly distorted as she burst into tears, flailing her arms around. "My poor baby," Isabella cried, rushing towards her. She picked her up and cradled her to her chest. Closing her eyes in relief. She had imagined so many things that could go wrong. Imagining losing her daughter. A shudder rippled up her spine as another unwanted image flashed in her head and she pressed the girl against her tighter. "Bella..." Vicky cried, her baby hands gripping onto her mother's shirt and never letting go."I'm so sorry. Mommy is here now. Okay? Shh." She consoled, rocking her slowly. Vicky looked better. She had healed up pretty fast and Isabella was grateful for that. Now all she had to worry about was Seth surviving the coma. And she would do everything in her power to make it happen. "Good to see you missed her." Her mother's voice reached her ears and she look
Kaitlyn took one look in the mirror and frowned. It seemed her makeup was too much. She looked perfect and from what she had seen of other pregnant women, they weren't supposed to be perfect. Sighing, she grabbed a tissue from the Chanel bag on her lap and began dabbing at the makeup on her face. Her makeup artist had simply overdone it. No pregnant woman had sparkling blue eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner, a bronzed-up face, and her hair looking soft, fluffy, and extra blonde. She would have to complain about it to the agency later on. But for now, she paused in her train of thought and stared outside the window. The city hospital loomed largely and by all things good, it had quite a several steps. "Crap!" She muttered staring down at her protruding belly. How would she climb up the damn stairs with her belly looking like she had swallowed a watermelon and it had refused to get out of her body?Turning her glance back to the rearview mirror, she continued dabbing at her eyes. One
"What the hell?" Isabella spat, rising to her feet. She had known that the bitch was pregnant. Heck, the crazy woman had flaunted it before her at the damned ball, causing a mad scandal and a terrible turn of events. Isabella could as hell blame all that had happened on Kaitlyn. If she had never tried to come between her and Seth, Isabella would have been oblivious to the brewing problems beneath her and would have continued to enjoy a happy, blissful life with Seth. But Kaitlyn just had to ruin things. She had tossed some stupid ass pregnancy result in her face and sent Isabella running. Like a pathetic weakling. Perhaps she should have stayed, Isabella mused, watching the bitch in question sashay into the room. Perhaps she should have shown the bitch just who the boss was. But the thought of sharing Seth with some other woman, the thought that he did not belong to her and would probably never terrify her. Isabella did what she knew best, she ran away from heartbreak as far as sh
Kaitlyn had known there was a catch, she just hadn't thought the fat ass bitch would be able to think of something so damn crazy. And she dared to repeat her words! Her face burned as she sucked air through her teeth in anger. There was no way she could keep her composure. False smiles be damned, Isabella had claws and that much was evident. Kaitlyn glanced down at her baby bump, palming it gently, and eyed Seth worriedly. What if he didn't wake up? Dammit, she never should have taunted the bitch in the first place. Now she was going to get shamed big time. "If you're too afraid," Isabella taunted, her brown eyes glinting in the light. "You can take your lousy self and leave." It was satisfying -gratifying even- to see Kaitlyn squirm. She could pretend to be a little miss perfect, but Isabella knew one thing about little miss perfects. They hated being wrong. It was like sacrilege to them and Isabella was not ashamed to play on that weakness. Kaitlyn had pushed her too far. She g
A drip. A drop. A beep far away. That was all Seth could hear. For how long? He had no idea. All he knew was that he laid there, alone, somewhere. It had taken a while before he could get his sense of orientation. Before he knew that he was on his back. Aside from that, it had all been a jumble of nightmares and memories. Or at least that was what it felt like. When he had first come into consciousness, unable to raise his hands, to open his eyes, to speak, it had been extremely uncomfortable. Heck, he had been afraid. He had felt quite suffocated as if he had been stuffed in a metal box by a magician who lost the key. Quite the imagination but really, terror had flowed through his veins enveloping him. But solace had come. It came in the form of an angel. His angel. A beautiful, brown-eyed angel, whose strong words soothed and calmed his nerves. Whose voice seemed familiar. His Bella. Sometimes he could hear her talk. Most times he couldn't make sense of it. She sounded so fa
"Well someone is looking quite enthusiastic," the doctor announced with a grin and the people in the room chuckled. Nate made his way toward him but was halted by the doctor before he could come any closer. "I'll have to check him first, yes?" The doctor asked and Seth almost laughed when Nate looked embarrassed and quickly withdrew, nodding like a fish out of water. "Yes, sure. You should. You're the doctor, sir." He mumbled awkwardly. Like a teenage girl. Seth wanted to laugh but we'll his throat had other plans. It wheezed and hurt and he got a pointed look from Isabella telling him how dumb he probably looked at that moment. His response to her look was a grin splitting his lips widely. Oh for the love of all things good, he had missed her. His eyes roamed her dress hungrily as the doctor checked his vitals. She was wearing a brown maxi mopey-looking dress. It looked rather horrid and he wanted to yank it off her and toss it out the window. Why the hell was she encasing her
"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