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

ABBY  What 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

SEB  Shockingly, 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   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. 

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