"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
"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
"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
Isabella Rogers glanced at the watch wrapped around her wrist, tapping her finger on the table with each passing second. Kevin was late again. He had become obsessively late the past few days that she wasn't sure they were dating anymore. Fumbling for her phone, she shot him another text. 'What's going on, Kevin? We were supposed to have lunch together!'She glared at the device in her hand, brown feline eyes flashing in anger and slumped against her chair. The milk tea she had ordered because it was his favourite had become cold, and so had her freshly baked muffins. The cafe was toasty and warm, a contrast to the cold November weather that prevailed in Los Angeles. And yet, Isabella felt blistered. As if she had been left in the snow for too long. Pretty ironic since it doesn't snow in LA, she thought wistfully. When she had met Kevin a few months ago, it had seemed as if there was hope for her. That not all the men in her life would turn out to be mindless humans and sex-driven
Seth Allen lazily opened his pretty green eyes and stared at the white ceiling. The spiral designs on it were intricately carved into the POP. Beautiful white walls surrounded him and pale sunlight filtered through the linen golden curtains, telling him it was morning. A purring sound distracted him from ogling the room he was in and his eyes fell on the woman sprawled beside him. Her back was turned to him, pale and flawless and pretty brown hair spilt all over it. Oh, She's still here. He stared at her, racking his brain in confusion. He couldn't recall all the details surrounding how they had met. What was her name again? Fiona? Florence? Just how much had he drunk the night before? He had gone to the bar, as was his usual way of ending a hectic day. After signing papers, finalizing deals and making sure his father's company didn't go down in ashes, he needed a drink. And a woman to ease the pressure. Groaning, he raised himself on his elbows and sat up, stretching his body. E
"You're really doing this?" Nate asked his best friend as they alighted the vehicle. The sun overhead was pale and barely warmed the air around them. He shivered and followed after Seth who took long determined strides towards the Clinic. Benson's IVF clinic was well known for its reproductive and fertility services. They stood tall and proud, with white hospital walls that smelled like disinfectant. Seth scrunched his face as he walked in, trying to allow his nose to adjust to the horrid hospital smell. He, like pretty much all normal people out there, hated hospitals. The smell, the memory, the sick people, a shudder rippled through him as he thought about them. "Seth?" Nate called behind him looking rather befuddled. He chuckled. He would be confused too if his friend woke him suddenly with a call asking him to accompany him to a darned fertilization clinic."I mean this, man." He explained, feeling pretty energetic at the thought. Seth's plan was simple. He would donate his sp
"OMG, Anna! Look!" Isabella squealed, standing before the mirror in nothing but her underwear. Her belly looked a little like it had bloated over the past six months and she couldn't help but flaunt it. "Awww, look at that baby bulge. It's adorable." Anna gushed from the phone she held in her hands. "You'll look like an elephant in a few days. You're happy with that?"Isabella rolled her eyes, giggling. "Yes. I'm fine with it, you pessimist. I can't wait to meet him or her."Anna grunted. "Sure, yeah. If the sperm they used didn't come from bigfoot."What the heck?"Anna, I'm having a wonderful day. Don't ruin it," Isabella warned, glaring at her phone screen. Her best friend sighed and nodded. "Sorry. I'm just really worried about you. There's so much risk attached to this, Isa. A simple mistake and you could end up with some genetically weird baby."Isabella hummed, eyeing her baby bump in the mirror. After several repeated cycles and spending almost all her life savings on each in
Seth Allen stared at the wide-open doors of Benson IVF clinic, in apprehension and worry. It had been six solid months since he last stepped within the wide hospital walls. His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel too tight. It wasn't that he was ashamed to go in. Heck, he had walked in proudly, happy about the thought of having a bouncing, healthy child. And for the first month, he had waited earnestly for a call from the clinic, telling him they had found a surrogate for him. At least that would've put his mother at rest. But he had gotten nothing. Neither a call nor a text. In the weeks that followed, he slowly forgot. It wasn't his fault, he had a company to run. Thousands of employees at Allen and Sons depended on him for their daily bread. He had been thoroughly busy, setting up a new branch in New Zealand. Signing a partnership contract that would help put his company on the front lines, doing charity, and getting laid in between. He had forgotten all about