ABBY
It’s been a week since my last encounter with Seb, and he didn’t bother anymore. Why would he talk to me anyway? I accused him, and I was being judgmental and demeaning. I didn’t apologize. I know Dad was very disappointed, but he didn’t say much.
I spent my entire time with Drew. We went shopping, and he even went with me to my mani-pedi. We did a picnic together in
ABBYHe takes my hand and presses the liquor cabinet, then it swings open. The door looks like it can only fit one person.“Well, that’s new. What I’ve seen are bookshelves.”“Yeah, you’re right. The liquor cabinet is my
ABBYWhat I never expected about my visit is his proposal. It’s a little bit overwhelming, and I can’t help but giggle and now that I’m engaged. I know I have to get ready for the worst part, and I’m scared I will fall so hard.He gave me Mom’s necklace and the engagement ring, and he said I deserved to have them. My best friend was so happy to hear the news. I talke
ABBY“Are you always this bossy?”“I want an answer, Abby,” he demands.
SEBShockingly, I can still keep my hands off of her, but I’ve never been so hard in my entire until I meet this woman. She’s pure sex, yet she’s not aware of it. My future wife is so pure and innocent. She probably doesn’t have any idea how hot and sexy she is. She’s in every man’s dreams, and imaginations—a temptress in her innocent way, and I’m so tempted.
SEB While we’re holding hands, I can’t help but caress her knuckles because it feels good. Now that we are officially a married couple, and she’s officially mine for three years, whether she like it or not, that’s the fact. The moment I heard that I could now kiss my bride, I grin like an idiot, and Abby was amused. If only just the two of us, I’ll continue kissing her until we’re both panting and end up naked in my bed. Instead, I look at her while I’m still holding her hands, lean closer until her breath sends warm to my face, and I can also see her anticipation. When her lashes flutter close, I close my eyes and part my lips to press them against hers. She tightens the hold on my hands, and I do the same. The moment our lips meet, everything and everyone around us disappear in my vision, and I relish this short time I have with her that even every cell in my body ignites like wildfire as if it a
SEB We decide to share dessert since she eats all her food. I like the way she appreciates a good taste without worrying about how many calories in it, unlike another woman who chooses green salad or quinoa over pasta just to impress a man with her body. Thank God, I never have to encounter women like them. I'm glad my woman-- yeah, my woman eats what I serve on her plate. Lucky bastard. "Thank you, wife. I thought you would be concerned about how many calories in the meal I served for you, and in wine. And how many hours you have to burn them." "Jeez, YOLO. Why not appreciate good food, good wine, and a good husband." She grins at me, and then she excuses herself to refresh. I can't help but smile and shake my head. I call the manager while she's in the ladies' room, and ask about the waiter, and he fills me up. He apologized for me in front of his manager, and I accept it since his background is quite colorful.
SEB “Mike, we need to talk. If you can give me time today, I would appreciate it,” I say over the phone. “Of course. Son, is everything okay?” I can hear the worry in his voice. “Everything is okay. It’s is about Abbygail.” “Of course, can you come to my office?” “On my way.” I hung up and hurry toward the door. I found Elle on her desk. “Forward only important calls. I’ll call you tonight if I need off tomorrow.” After what I found out, I need a day off or even a month. “Of course. Anything else?” “That’s all.” “Take care, Seb.” “You too, Elle.” *** His PA Grace leads me to his office. Mike is facing the window with a glass on his hand. I feel suffocated all of a sudden. I guess it won’t be easy for him to tell what happened years ago. “Have a seat, son. You might need a drink.” He pours whiskey into a glass and hands it to me. I take it and drink
ABBY I’m determined and feel confident with what I’m about to do tonight. I park my car in the parking lot of the luxury apartment building. I take a deep breath. Then I suddenly remember he doesn’t know I’m coming over. I should have thought about it first. I sigh in dismay with the fact that I’m already here. My hour and a half preparation just to look good tonight are just about to go to the bin. No frigging way. My pulse starts to race as I fish out my phone in my purse. Relax. It’s just a text, Abby. Jeez. Abby: Hey, it’s me, Abby. Can we talk? I press send. Relax. One text won’t kill you. I do a breathing exercise. Five seconds later, my phone rings. Oh, my god. Seb is calling. Now I don’t know what to say. What if he’s with another woman? What if he’s in a business meeting with a client? What if he just wants to talk over the phone and won’t invite me in. I p
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
SEBMom has been busy redecorating my penthouse to make very welcoming and homie for Abby. Mom called my place once Sebastian-like—masculine but luxurious. Since I’m already married, and Abby will stay with me, my penthouse should transform into a combination of Abby and me.
ABBYI feel like I’ve been in a trainwreck—every inch hurts. My right hand is heavy with something warm. I remember being rescued by cops, and I heard my husband calling me. I also remember being in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were checking me up, then they injected me something for pain, then I fall asleep.
SEB“Cops are on their way to the location,” Lincoln informs me after I tell him the address of the land title.It’s twelve miles from my house. Lincoln and I