Chapter 9

9 SURPRISE, SURPRISE

SEB

I slump my ass down the chair after receiving a call from the owner of the industrial lot. It caught my interest for a while now, and he looks like he needs money. He has a few possible buyers, but I knew he is just waiting for a price rise, and I can be persuasive when something has caught my eye.

I’m still constantly thinking about the green-eyed Abby. I should completely erase her from my thought, but the question is, how?

They said a problem is only a problem if you refuse to look for a solution. If you don’t take action to fix it, then it will remain a problem. I massage my temples because it’s frustrating, and the fact that she’s off-limits, it’s already complicated.

“Someone is in the reception insisting on talking to you in person. She said you know her, and it’s urgent. You know the drill, Seb. She can’t come unless she has an appointment.” Maybe another stalker or some crazy bitch.

“Not interested. I have some important to do that make me richer so that I can help the world to be a better place. Send her away.”

After a few minutes, Elle calls again.

“Seb, she said she’s Abbygail King. She’d shown identification.” That name alone makes me freeze, and my stupid heart starts to flutter in anticipation.

Wait. What is she doing in my building? Interesting, but she’s the last person I want to see right now. I’m trying to stay away from her. She’s been intoxicating my entire brain. I want her gone because the more I see her, the more I think of her, and I don’t need any distractions.

I just need to let someone scratch this itch, and she will be gone in my head sooner. It has to be. I had been jerking off these few nights, and her beautiful eyes and those lips are still in my head. Shit! I need to do something.

I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yeah. I knew her. Let her come in. Thanks, Elle.”

“Are you sure? I can ask the security to handle her.”

Shit! No. I won’t even let them look at her. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? “Don’t. Send her, please?”

“Okay. Just press the button if ever, okay?”

I groan. I know she cares for me like her son, but I can handle myself in front of Abby. The only thing I’m losing control of is my lust over her. “I’ll be fine. She’s a King.”

“Okay.”

I’m screwing this up because I’m excited to see her. The second my door opens, she enters my office with all her glory. Wow! Just wow! She knows how to make an entrance, and she just blows me away. How can anyone be sexy and hot as she is right now? She should be locked up in a dungeon. She’s a threat to the man population. She’s a pure man’s sin.

I rise from my seat and walk towards her. I motion her to sit, but she pushes me on my chest, and that catches me off guard. What the fuck? I’m beyond dumbfounded.

She just pushes me on my fucking office! Nobody pushes me. Yeah, and I see red. I can’t fucking believe it. She might be beautiful, but no one pushes me and disrespects me in my own goddamn office and my goddamn building.

I can see her fury flaming through her eyes—Abby is furious. What’s going on? And it doesn’t end there. If her eyes can shoot me, I might be dead right now.

“How could you? How could you do this to me? What are your plans with Mom for me, huh?”

I narrow my eyes to her. Aside from my anger boiling in my blood, I am also turned on because she’s fucking hot when she’s mad. But I don’t have any idea what she’s talking about.

“You just pushed me, Abbygail in my fucking office. Now you’re asking me something I don’t have any idea about?” I clench my jaw. I’m mad at this woman in front of me.

If she’s not Abby I already grab her, throw her outside, and call the security, but fuck me, it’s her. I’ve taken a shine on this woman, and this is pure sanity.

I just hope my cousin won’t find out because I don’t want to know how he will react. I have a reputation to uphold. Instead, I remain calm.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you knew about the will. You and my mother had planned all these entire things to control me. Did you sleep with my mother too? Did she seduce you to agree to this? Or did you seduce her instead or drug her? Did you blackmail her? She must be confused or forced because it wasn’t like my mother’s doing. Answer me, Sebastian!” She wants to cry but she’s trying to hold it.

Did she just order me? This woman is un-fucking-believable.

I blink when she mentions a will. “Hold on a minute. What will?” Now I’m lost. Wait. The will?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

This isn’t good. Abby rolls her eyes, but she badly wants to cry. She looks up and blinks back her tears. ”Oh, come on, Sebastian. Stop the fuck playing dumb with me.” She shoves a folded piece of paper to my chest.

“Watch your language, woman. You’re in my office, and I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior at my premises. You already disrespected me. You’re wrongfully accusing me of blackmailing your mom, and you mistreated me. I can sue you for harassment. If you’re not Mike’s daughter, I already dragged you out and called security. You’d be sleeping in the filthy cell tonight.” I pause while squinting my eyes. “How dare you think so little of your late mom? You should be ashamed, Abby. She was a very fine and respected woman. People honored her for a reason. You didn’t deserve to be her daughter if your mind is so fucking full of shit!”

I unfold the paper and start reading, and my world just turns upside down. No wonder this woman is in wrath because this isn’t happening. Her mother’s words suddenly jar my thoughts.

I was not wrong, after all. Abby may be a sight to behold, but she has an attitude problem and has a filthy mouth. She’s impulsive, and she’s not the woman I imagine is raised by her parents.

I’m not ready for this shit. I love my life. I love being single, and the last thing I want in my life is a woman to deal with tantrums for three fucking awful years.

Shit. I just promised Catie before she died. I have no way to escape from these. Three awful shit years of my fucking life. I massage my temples and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t realize I’m clenching my teeth too long and my jaw almost cracked.

“See? You don’t even look surprised. I know you knew about the will, but you didn’t even mention it to me. We’d encountered more than once, but you keep this to yourself. You didn’t tell me!” She’s beyond pissed like starting to grow horns.

This woman is so irritating and infuriating, but she looks even more beautiful. Shit. Damnit!

“I said I don’t fucking know anything about the will. Do I look like who will do such things like this? By manipulating a dying woman? I won’t blackmail or manipulate her to agree to this because this is so fucking ridiculous. A fucking marriage for money? Are you even serious right now, Abbygail? You must be insane if think I want the assets of a dying woman. I have enough that I don’t even know what to do with them.” My voice starts to rise, but I remain calm.

“You can take the money and properties. All of them. I’m sure Dad will continue my trust fund until I finish college, and I can work for my other bills. I don’t need them anyway. It’s just so frustrating that why she had to involve you. I don’t have any reasons other than Mom saw something in you that she trusted you more than me, her only daughter.”

I look at her while crossing my arms on my chest. “Look, believe it or not, I don’t know anything about this. I’m surprised about what is in her will. I swear I have no idea. Yeah, I was with your mother before she died.” I admit.

“Wait? How were you with mom before she died? Why were you there, and I wasn’t? Should I be the one there by her side, and not you? Honestly, Sebastian, what is going on?” Her eyes are filled with tears. I know it’s unfair, but Catie was running out of time, and there was no way Abby could fly to be there for her mother.

“I received a phone call from your dad that your mom wanted to see me. So I went to the hospital.” Shouldn’t have I agreed to be Catie’s representative before she put me on her will? I don’t have any fucking clue.

I go to my desk and open the drawer where I kept the envelope. Maybe this is the right time that Catie mentioned. I open it in front of Abby.

I look at her, and she’s wiping her tears from her face. God, I want to pull her into my arms and comfort her, but she makes me angry. She accused me of something unfathomable, and I can’t just let it go. She doesn’t even apologize.

The envelope contains the same copy of Catie’s last will and a piece of a white gold necklace with a tulips pendant with a small ruby stone on the flower and a diamond ring.

“That’s mom’s necklace that I gave to her three years ago. I bought it while we were on our European vacation. And that’s her engagement ring. How did you have them?” Abby asks, pointing to the jewelry.

“She gave this envelope to me before she died. She let me a promise and said that I know when to open it. I guess this is the right time so that you would know that I’m as innocent as you,” I explain.

“As I said earlier, you can have them. Everything. Just give me that necklace and my mom’s ring. I guess it belongs to me now.” Abby says, pointing again to the jewelry on top of my desk.

“Excuse me? It’s very well stated that they’re all temporarily mine for three years, and even after we get married, and your mom gave it to me for a reason. So, it should be with me for now. We have a month to prepare for our wedding, then everything will be transferred to my name. If I die before three years, half of your mom’s assets would be given for donations, and half of them would be to your dad until after the three years terms.”

“I can’t marry you, Sebastian. I’ll never marry someone like you. I bet marriage never even has crossed your mind.”

She’s right about marriage. I never think of marriage up to this moment, but it hurts that she will never marry someone like me. What’s that supposed to mean?

“Someone like me? You’re something Abbygail. Most women will beg to get my attention, and you should be kneeling and begging in front of me right now because I will have what you are supposed to have instead of annoying me.” I stand straight and fold my arms in my chest.

She glares at me. “I’ll never kneel and beg for you to marry me. They’re all yours. I’ll never marry someone who slept with most of the women in this city. God knows what STD you have with you. You’re an ass, egotistical jerk, and a man-whore. I’m sure you would never stop manwhoring even if we’re married because you’re sick, and you can’t keep your dick with only one woman. So we’re not getting married. Not happening!”

I can’t help to not chuckle and smirk because this woman is so annoying and sexy as hell at the same time, and it makes me want to strangle her right now and shove my cock in her filthy mouth to stop her from talking at the same time.

“You disappoint me so much, Abbygail. I thought you’re a perfect goody-two shoe girl of King’s, but you have a filthy mouth and trashy brain. How did you even learn how to say those words? Why would I even marry you in the first place? You’re not my type.”

Well, that’s not entirely true. “I like to control things, and right now I already have a major problem controlling your filthy mouth. I bet I can put that to good use, though, and it looks good when I shove my cock into the mouth of yours.”

Her eyes almost pop out from each socket, and she swallows hard.

“I don’t like a woman who accused me and doesn’t trust me, and that’s one of the most important things in a marriage. And I don’t do virgin women. I like a woman who can please me in bed, and not I should not be the one telling her what I like, how to fuck me, and how my cock should be sucked.”

And she just turns beet red. Abbygail King is a virgin.

“And you’re still a virgin, Abbygail. So I won’t marry someone like you.” I want to laugh, but I contain it.

“You don’t know anything about me, you bastard! You don’t even know if I’m still a virgin. I hate you, you douchebag! I know you trick Mom into writing the will. This was your plan because you knew I could never stomach you, and what more marrying you, you asshole.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know anything about this goddamn will. Please, you better leave before we say something we will regret later. If you only talked to me respectfully, I will agree to marry you of convenience, but you annoy the hell out of me.” I close my eyes, and I can’t stay calm anymore. “Just leave Abbygail, we’re both not in the right mind at this moment. I will just pretend that this confrontation has never happened. I will talk to your dad about this. Let me handle the will since I am already involved.”

“You can’t handle this. The only person who can handle the will is already dead and buried six feet below the ground.” She gives me one last glare before she leaves.

I release an exasperating sigh and slump back to my chair.

God, woman. What did you just do to me? Am I going to marry her? Fuck. Me.

I hear a phone ringing that the ringtone isn’t familiar. It’s Abby’s phone. How convenient? And her dad is calling her.

I press the answer button. “Abbygail, where the hell are you? You just left the house without even bother telling where you’re going, young woman? It’s not safe for you to drive around.” The very stern voice of her dad roars from the other line.

“Mike, it’s Seb. Abbygail just left the building, and she must have left her phone unattended.”

I hear a huge sigh. “So, you knew? I guess we should meet when you have free time, Seb. I have no idea the will involve you. I don’t mean to cause you trouble. You knew me too well, son.”

“I guess we should meet. Your daughter is so mad and accused me of blackmailing your wife to do the will. And she is something, Mike.” I can’t help but chuckle.

“I know her she can be a very handful sometimes, but she’s a good girl. She always did what her mother wanted, and she never refused or argued. She’s just so stressed lately and shocked by the outcome. I guess she didn’t expect it that way. She—” Mike pauses. “She’d been through a lot, and we almost lost her once. I would do everything to keep her safe. She’s the only family I’ve left, Seb. I hope you can understand that. My wife must have seen something in you. I knew you well too, Seb, and I trust you not to hurt my daughter.”

“I’m so sorry, Mike. If you need anything from me, you know I am here for your family. Even your daughter made it clear earlier that she didn’t want anything from me, but I’m still here. Consider me as your family too. Regarding the will, I’m willing to help you in any way. I made a promise, after all.”