"What are you doing here, B?" Mrs. Rogers questioned Seth's mother who kept looking around as if she was either a police woman looking for a defaulter of the law or she was the one running away from the law."Shh. Don't shout, you slow woman." Mrs. Allen cautioned her friend. She motioned for the other woman to lower her voice. "Where's your daughter?" She asked, looking around."She said she was going out to buy something she was craving."Mrs. Rogers dropped the cardboard in her hands with a loud sigh. Mrs. Allen picked the cardboard up and read the inscription out loudly."Welcome home, baby." She nodded her head in approval at the choice of colors the other woman chose. She dropped the cardboard and turned to face the other woman. "I like how you chose two lively colors. Blue and pink are nice. Whichever the sex of the baby is, the colors would match PPP perfectly.""Well, thank you. I know it is not exactly nice but it is all I can afford to do for my baby girl and my grandchild
"Seth! May you live to be a hundred years old, my son!!" Mrs. Allen said a little loudly and went straight to her son.Seth, in question, looked at her to be sure there was no mistake."Are you talking to me, beautiful?" He asked her, still looking around to be sure. "Or is there something you wanted?" He eyed his mother suspiciously.The older woman's eyes turned red with unshed tears. She flicked the invisible tear away with her thumb and turned to face her son."Why? What have I done to deserve this injustice? Just because I greeted you warmly?" She questioned.Seth snorted at the trick his mother was playing. He was already used to it by now. If only she would just say whatever it was she wanted to say, then they could all rest."Just what are you trying to rope me into, mom?" He asked her."I'm telling you, B. The two of us can just go together," Isabella protested."Go to where together?" Seth questioned her, facing her. The reason he was in the house was because of her. Somehow
"Hey, where's Seth?" Mrs. Allen asked, looking behind Isabella."Oh. He's…paying for the things we bought," Isabella lied smoothly."Let me go inside too then. I want to pay for the things I bought for my grandchild." The older woman said.Isabella shrugged as she watched the woman move away. Once she was completely alone, she held a hand over her chest. "I can't believe I almost allowed that man to manipulate me into giving in to his request. I mean, if I hadn't gotten out of there, I would have said yes to his request." She told herself. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead. "Something must be wrong with me today." She nodded her head.She wished that she could call her best friend, Anna, and explain everything to the other woman but she knew that she couldn't do that since she was sure that her best friend would be angry with her for leaving without telling her where she was off too.Even if the other woman wasn't angry because she took off without a word, she was sure
"Mr. Allen, it is nice doing business with you." A man with raven hair and blue eyes smiled from Seth's computer screen. "Mr. Rodriguez, it is a pleasure doing the business with you too. I hope we make more business deals together," Seth told the man. He was more than happy with the contract he was able to secure with Mr. Rodriguez."Sure. I'll sign the documents and forward them right back to you before the end of today.""I'll be looking forward to it," Seth told the man."Bye." Mr. Rodriguez said."Thank you for your time," Seth told the man and ended the call.As soon as the screen was off, Seth rested his head behind the sofa he sat on. The business video he just made just now, he was supposed to attend the meeting physically in France. But no, he couldn't leave San Francisco just yet. Not when he couldn't leave Isabella just yet. He didn't trust the woman not to board a plane and flew out of the country completely to a place where he couldn't find her anymore. He wasn't about t
The ray of light from the sun slipped through the blind and flickered into Isabella's room. The rosy warm feeling it gave made Isabella happy, knowing that the day would be warm. She stretched her full body to release her nerves, placed a hand on her protruding stomach and smiled broadly.Often now, she enjoyed placing her hands on her stomach and talking to her child. It gave her the strength needed to carry through for the day, knowing that she wasn't just surviving for herself, but it was all also for the baby."Let's enjoy this warm day, shall we?" She asked her baby who kicked instantly as if he could hear the words. "That's my baby." She smiled and patted her stomach.She quickly rushed into the bathroom and got herself ready for the day. Once she was done, she checked on her mother and saw that the older woman was still sleeping. With nothing to do, she went to the living room and sat down."Well then, I'll just take out the trash." She told herself after about five minutes of g
"If you don't let go of me before I open my eyes, I'm going to make sure you don't live to tell the tale of how I slain you!" Isabella screamed at Seth while trying to yank her hands off his tight hold.Would anyone seeing them wondered if she was angry? Of course, they would. And was she indeed angry about the whole mess she was facing? Extremely so. Why? Because she believed him. Because she almost gave in to his seduction. Blame her erratic hormones because of her pregnancy or blame her because she haven't had sex in over a year or blame her because she always admired Seth's handsome features from afar before, so giving in to him wasn't so hard. Whichever one the thought might be on, she was guilty as charged. No excuse whatsoever."Just take off your dress, woman. I'll make sure you enjoy the sex and also pay you for your time," Seth tried again. His body was already on fire for the woman. The more he smelled her hair, the more his body reacted to her. He needed to have her. It do
"Bestie! Bestie!! Bestie!!!" Mrs. Allen yelled as she let herself into the small home of Mrs. Rogers and her daughter. She looked around, ignoring the untouched meal on the faded table in the living room. "Where are you, Grace?!" She yelled again.Mrs. Rogers came out of the kitchen with a towel which she used in wiping the water off her hands. She has on an apron that was relatively still new. It was so because Isabella recently bought a new one."What are you going on about, B? Why are you screaming your lungs out?" She asked the blonde woman who simply snickered at her."If you didn't want me shouting, you should have just answered me when I called out to you the first time." Mrs. Allen rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Fine, fine. You win. Just like always."At those words, Mrs. Allen became sad."Hey, what's wrong?" Mrs. Rogers inquired from her."It seems I didn't win this time, bestie." Mrs. Allen said in a resigned tone."What exactly happened? Are you sick or something?" M
"Let go of me! Let go of me right now, you arrogant man!! You selfish, self-entitled jerk that cares about no one else but yourself!!!" Isabella screamed her protest. Her waist felt on fire and she felt like she would collapse if the callous man dragging her continued with his unjust treatment of her.Seth heard the numerous commands she gave him but he chose to press his ignore button and not listen to anything she said. He needed to talk to her, so he wasn't going to let her off the hook unless they settled what was causing conflicts between them both. And by that, he meant the baby.As it stood, he was already tired of everything she was making him pass through. If not that he needed that baby like he needed the air to breathe, he would have cut the woman loose a long time ago.At the rate the violence between them kept increasing, he was sure that either of them would get injured badly. Didn't she try to injure him just some days back? Didn't he sustain an injury because of that a
"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