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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
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SEB “I thought you don’t like it.” Her breath tickles my ear as I carry her to my bedroom. “I love everything you do to me, baby. Keep that in your mind.” I want to boost her confidence but I mean everything I say. I love everything she does to me. I try making myself calm, but I fail so badly. I’m hard as steel, and I almost come in my jeans when she wraps her legs around me. I can feel the hotness between her thighs, and even with my jeans on, I know for sure she’s soaking wet. I remove my duvet and put her down to my bed. She’s so beautiful with messy hair spread all over her head. Godness, her lacy bra that barely covers her nipples. I crawl down to her and remove her unzipped red tiny dress. “Baby, are you sure about this? We can stop now if you want.” “Sebastian, if you will ask me again, my answer is still the same. So you better shut up and put your mouth to good use. I’m dying here with an
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ABBY One thing I can say is that I like summer classes. Well, at least it helps me divert my attention from Sebastian and Mom’s death. I was so devastated leaving him alone while he was peacefully sleeping in his bed. It was harder to leave than I thought, but I had to. I hate saying goodbye, and it’s breaking my heart every time I reminisce my night with him—making love, our dinner, our cuddling until I fell asleep in his arms. I wasn’t even visited by a nightmare that night. When I saw a note slipped on the wiper of my car, I almost blackout. I couldn’t breathe, and I startled when I heard someone call me from behind. “Ms. King, good to see you this fine morning.” Lincoln White stood so intimidating with his body physique. He might have noticed me terrified. “Are you okay, ma’am? Should I call your husband?” “No. Please, don’t. He’s still sleeping when I leave. I don’t want to wake him up, and I left him a note.” I try to calm down, but the note is already crumpled in my hand.
ABBY I run away from them as fast as I can. I can run far someone grabs me in my arm, and I know exactly who that is—the only touch that makes me feel like I want to risk everything for him. “Baby, where are you going? Why are you running away from me again?” He pulls me into his arms, squeezes me, and kisses my head. I cry so hard in his chest as I hug him back so tightly. “Baby, stop crying, please? I can’t see you like this. It’s killing me. What’s wrong, Abbygail?” “Do you like her? Do you love her?” I ask him while I’m still sobbing. Though I shouldn’t have bothered asking him because he won’t be here if he doesn’t love her. But why does he have to be nice to me? Why does he have to call me baby? He pulls away and stares at me in shock. “Who? What are you talking about?” He looks hurt and confused. “Her.” I point my finger at the woman who is crossing her arms around her chest, shows enough of her B-size
SEBAbby likes my idiot cousin, especially Trix. Patrick is shocked when Abby calls him Patty. He said it sounds like a girl’s name, but my wife likes to make Patrick blush. I think he just finds his match. “How can you fall for this woman, Seb? She’s annoying?” Patrick creases his brows and asks. I freeze because I never tell Abby about L word yet, at least while she’s awake. “Well, that’s what I like about her. It’s kinda hot, and it gives me hard on.” I steal a glance at Trix and Abby who are laughing together—the women I love dearly. Patrick has finally apologized to Abby, as he promised. When we arrive at her apartment, I know Mason and Logan are here. We enter the elevator, and I remember how I almost kissed her in my elevator. “You’ve been silent, Sebastian.” She looks at me with her big green eyes. “I remember I almost fuck you in the elevator,” I whisper, and I’m still holding her hand. “Then, why didn’t you?” I see something in her smile. ”Baby, don’t tease me here. I
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