Chapter 37

37 UNWANTED CALL

ABBY

“Seriously, man. Stop giving us heart problems. I’m still too young to ie. And who would have thought in love Seb could turn him into dipsomaniac,” Pat teases Seb, making everyone laugh.

“Stop making fun of me, sucker.” My husband turns into red beside me on the dining table. I look at everyone, and they’re happy and have moved on after what happened earlier. These people care about my husband more than I can ever think of.

“And who would have thought Seb falls in love?” Lincoln interjects.

“Really, White? What do you think of me, a heartless? I just met my woman.” Seb rolls his eyes, glancing at me. And it just melts my heart that falling in love with someone is easy for him to show.

“Who would have thought Seb is kicked out of an apartment by a woman?” Everyone bursts out into a loud laugh when it’s Christ turned. They’re making fun of Seb, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Jesus Dad, What’s this? Seb’s embarrassing Moment?” He shakes his head, and I’m grinning beside him. He squeezes my knee under the table.

“Okay, it’s my turn/ Who have thought—” I am not able to continue. Seb covers my mouth with his hand.

“Baby, not you too, woman. You’ll pay for this later. What are you going to say?” he whispers to my ear, and I giggle. His breath is tickling me.

“That’s unfair. Everyone has something to say about, and I can’t? You will pay for this,” I emphasize the word you.

“Oof. Someone will sleep on the floor tonight,” Dad teases my husband, and I think I just blush. I have to bite my lip not to laugh.

“We better go back tonight, Abby. You have classes in the morning.” Mason winks at me.

“No fucking way, Foley. Not you too, traitor. I will fire you, and you can’t take my wife away from me. Never, and over my dead fucking body.” Seb puts down his fork to his plate a little bit stronger. The clinking sound of the cutlery echoes in the dining room. Everyone goes silent.

“Who would have thought in love Sebby just turned into caveman?” Trix snorts, and everyone in the room laughs out, including Seb and me.

“And who would have thought I would turn into a whipped,” Seb finally says before kissing me on the cheek.

“And who would have thought my son curse too much?” says Jules.

After our hilarious dinner, we all settle in Seb’s enormous living room. Everyone shares a topic like a regular big family. Even his employees, he treats them like family and friends. That’s one thing I love about him.

I join my husband in the loveseat, leaning my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head as he starts running his fingers on my arm, sending shivers down my spine, he kisses the top of my head.

I love this feeling, and I love being with people around who care about us. I feel like a normal human being again until my phone rings beside me. I look at my husband who’s staring at me too.

“Maybe it’s Drew. Answer it, baby,” he tells me, and I pick up my phone. It’s a call from an unknown number. My eyebrows furrow. Drew might think that I won’t answer if it’s from his own number.

I answer the call. Before I can say anything the voice from the other line terrifies me to the core.

“My sweet Mackenzie. You are mine, and if you let anyone get near you, they will all die.”

I can’t breathe. It feels like someone just sucks out the air in my lungs, leaving me empty. An nd he’s real—he’s not only in my nightmare. How’s this even possible? My phone falls from my hand while I’m still rooted in my place. I can feel my body shakes, and my bones start freezing. I’m horrified that he’s now threatening the people I care about.

“Baby, who the fuck is calling you?” My husband demanding a voice startles me and gets everyone’s attention. I can’t say anything. My jaw locks as I look into my husband’s eyes.

“Baby, breathe. Breathe, Abbygail.” He’s now cupping my face, cooing me to relax, but I can’t. “Hey, look at me, my love. No one is gonna hurt you. I’m here, and we’re all here to keep you safe.” I just stare at his beautiful gray eyes, speechless, and he also looks so frightened.

“T-the c-call was from the man.” I wipe my tears and blink twice so that I can see his face clearly. I don’t realize everyone is already in front of me. “I thought that was Drew, but it wasn’t him.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

Breathe, Abby. You can do this.

“Guys, give her some space, please?” He motions to everyone. “Breathe, baby. You don’t have to talk right now. We can get through this. You are safe. I’m here with you, and no one’s gonna hurt you while I’m still breathing. Did you hear me, Abbygail?”

I nod even I’m still terrified. When I look at everyone, they look at me as if I will disappear at any moment if they blink. My husband takes my phone on the floor. Dad looks worried, but he hasn’t said a worried, and I’m getting worried about him.

“Linc, asks some expert to trace the call. Let them do everything that could lead us to that psychopath.”

I grab Seb’s arm. “Don’t give it to him yet, Sebastian.”

“And why not? So that he can call you and scare you again?”

I shake my head. “No. He sent me voicemail before,” I say slowly.

“And when was that, Abbygail? And just now you’re telling me this? How did he even have your number?” Seb yells in front of me with his hands on his hips, and I cower in my seat and grab my knees as his ear-splitting voice hits my ears.

I can’t control myself anymore. My pulse quickens and races so hard, and I want to cover my ears, but my body is shaking uncontrollably as memories of years ago came storming back in my head.

I can’t hear anyone, even my Dad.

“Don’t you fucking yell at her, Hughes. She’s already terrified, and you’re terrifying her more.” It was Patrick, snarling.

“Fuck off, Williams! This is my wife you’re talking about.”

I feel suddenly small. I squeeze my eyes shut to push back those memories out of my head. I want to come back, but I need some silence, and all they do is yell in front of me.

When I open my eyes, Patrick’s lurches toward Seb, pointing his finger at Seb’s chest. “And that’s my friend you’re yelling at, asshole. If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you, best friend.”

“Will you two lower down your voice. Instead of barking like wild dogs, let’s hear Abby talks. Darling?” Jules grabs both men on their arms and motions for me to talk.

“T-the voicemail was three days ago,” I murmur. My voice is still shaking.

“Jesus, three days ago. Something could’ve happened to you, and you didn’t even mention to Mason and Logan.” Seb sounds frustrated and clearly pissed.

“Let her continue, son,” Dad finally talks.

“I closed my phone after you left,” I continue.

“Of course, you did,” Seb says through gritted his teeth.

“Son, if you’ll continue acting like that, I will throw you out until Abby is done talking.” His father doesn’t sound happy with his son’s interruption.

“Seriously, Dad? This is my fucking home.” Flaring his nose, he glares at his father.

“Sebastian, do you want me to continue or you can continue snarling? Just tell me when you’re done.” I glare at him.

“Sorry, baby. Go on.” His eyes are still glittering with anger.

I roll my eyes. “After listening to all the voicemails, I listened to the last unknown number.” I scan the voicemail and play it to them.

“Hello, Mackenzie. You’re alone now, aren’t you? At last, it’s our time together, and soon you’re gonna be mine, sweet Mackenzie.”

Everyone gasps and Sebastian growls, fisting his hands.

“Motherfucker.” Seb runs his fingers through his hair.

“Well, that’s creepy. He seems to know Abby pretty well. What’s the plan?” Pat doesn’t look amused at all.

“Maybe, he’s watching her all the time. Did you check Abby’s apartment for a hidden cam?” Peter asks the two men standing beside him.

“No cam. I used the scanner. It’ll trigger electronic devices like a camera,” Logan answers while standing straight and furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. “What did we miss?”

“This has never happened before I came back after Mom’s death. Then now he has something against Sebastian,” I tell them as I glance down at my trembling my fingers.

“Stalker. Maybe his following you for a long time, Abby, but he keeps hiding in the shadow until he finds someone a threat. Like Seb or any man in your life,” Lincoln suggests to me and Sebastian who’s still clenching his jaw.

“Could he possibly put something on Abby’s phone like microchip, or tracking device to follow Abby around? Is the location setting on her phone turned on? If there is no hidden cam on Abby’s apartment. That’s the only thing we always keep with us all the time,” Trix cuts in.

“You have a point. Baby, give me your phone, please? I’ll buy you a new one on my name so that no one can trace your call. Don’t give your number to strangers.” He takes my phone and kisses my forehead. “Everything will be okay.”

“This has to end. This isn’t funny anymore. How could anyone do this? Terrifying a young woman. He must be sick, mentally sick.” Brenda finally says something. She keeps rubbing her arms.

Chris nods in agreement.

“Let’s wait for the report on that phone. I swear I’ll kill him if I know who did this. Baby, no more hiding like that from me or anyone if you will receive another note or call. Promise me, Abbygail?” He glances down at me with frustrations deep on his forehead. “Please, cooperate with us. You can make the job easier for these men.”

I nod.

Everyone decides to stay since it’s already late. One by one, they start fleeing to their rooms. Me, Seb, Mason, and Logan stay for a while.

“Tell me about Andrew Tennings?”

I scowl at Logan. “What about him?”

“I’m just asking, Abby. If you don’t want to answer, it’s fine.” He shrugs.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s been a long day. He’s a good friend. My best friend, actually. He can be a little bit overprotective sometimes, but he’s a good man.”

“Did you notice any suspicious behavior? Like anger, mood swings, anxiety, overprotective behavior, aggressiveness, something like that?”

Now, I’m upset. I glare at him. “What’s this all about? Are you telling me that Drew is the one who’s sending me creepy messages and voicemails, and he’s the one who just called earlier because he’s not around? You know you sound ridiculous right now. That voice isn’t him, and why would he do that to me?” I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

“Abby, he’s not saying your best friend is our suspect. He’s only investigating, and you can dub your voice with some downloadable apps. Everyone around you is a possible suspect, especially those who knew you as Mackenzie.” Mason has a point, but I know it’s not Drew. He cares for me, and he will never prank me something like that even just for fun because he knows what I’d been through. Yeah, he’s overprotective, but deep in my heart, he’s harmless.

I swallow hard when the realization hits me. Mason’s explanation makes sense.

“Baby, you’re not going back to your apartment again. I will get a penthouse or a hotel suite. I can buy a house there if you want to continue until you graduate. Don’t you want to transfer here?”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about transferring. Maybe getting another apartment is a good idea too.” I squeeze his hand.

“Let’s call it a night. You two can go now. Choose any room you want. Feel at home. I will let Abby get some rest. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

We hold hands together as we walk to his room. I feel suddenly exhausted. I almost lost Seb today, and now the creepy call.

What matters most is that I’m with Seb now.

“I don’t have clothes here, babe.” I sit on the edge of his bed.

“I don’t think you need clothes, baby.” He looks at me with a gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah. I will walk around naked. That’s probably a great idea.” I ignore the thought of what he means.

He kisses my lips and pushes me to the bed. I kiss him back, cupping his head. He presses his body on top of me, and I feel the bulge in his jeans. There’s no disguising lust in me anymore. I wrap my legs around him to feel more of his erection, and the ache between my thighs intensifies as I ground into him. He kisses down my jaw to my neck and sucks my skin. I moan at the overwhelming sensations, and I push more my hips into himm, but it isn’t enough. I want more of him. I want to feel him inside me.

“Babe, I want you now, please,” I say between panting. He stands up and strips his shirt and jeans, including his boxers. He’s now gloriously naked in front of me.

“I want to taste you first,” I say and sit straight on the bed.

“No, baby. Not tonight. I want to be inside you now, and I would lose my mind if I couldn’t in ten seconds.” He pushes me to the middle of the bed, and I open my thighs wider and touch myself. I’m so freaking wet.

“Stop teasing me, baby.” He crawls on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and push his length into my entrance.

“Miss me much?” He kisses my lips.

I don’t only miss him, but I also want to forget what happened earlier. I know he’s my salvation, and he’s the only one who can fill the emptiness inside me. “You’ve no idea. Now, please?”

He pushes inside me without mercy. The intrusion surprises me, and I feel so full and stretch. He’s so huge, and the pleasure makes me lose my mind. I moan loudly, then he pulls out before I can take a breath, and I feel suddenly empty. He raises my legs over his shoulder, and I’m all at his mercy. He thrusts again, and he’s so deep that it shocks me.

God, it feels so good. It’s rough and overwhelming.

I bite back my moan while he fucks me without mercy. It’s pure fucking—harder, faster, and rougher, but I love it. I start to tense for release, and I don’t want to slow down.

“I need to—babe, oh, God.”

He pushes deeper into as deep as he can, and I feel it.

“Come for me, my love. I can’t hold on anymore. Just waiting for you.”

The slapping sound of our body echoes in the room. I meet his thrusts, and our hips meet together that makes him wild and frantic while our body slick with sweat. I cling my arms into his neck and push into him hard until he hits the spot. My eyes roll back, and I absorb this moment.

My body arches and I moan so loud. He yells my name as we come together.

“Thank you,” I whisper and bite my lips.

I can feel the grin on his lips against my chest. “Fuck you, Abbygail.”