“Living the celebrity life,” Isabella remarked jokingly on her way home with Melody. She seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting, everyone kept on turning their heads in her direction as she passed. The stares no longer bothered her anyway. She was used to it. It wasn't like there was anything she could do to stop them. She had tried, but of course it was futile. Who was she to stand against the whole of Sacramento? Besides, she was convinced it was just for the meantime. Soon Seth would get tired of ranting all over the media and everything would be back to normal. “That's the dream, girl.” Melody replied, high-fiving her. “Give them something to talk about, and boom you're famous.” They both burst into laughter at this statement, attracting even more attention.“I noticed Eric talking to you earlier in the office. What was that all about?” Melody asked with a suspicious look on her face after the laughter subsided. "Didn't think I would ever say this, but Eric might just

They both breathed heavily, staring at each other. Seth was raging hard and throbbing, eager for her to continue. But as he watched her eyes widen from their hooded form, he knew there was no way sex was happening. Not with the realization that filtered into her facial expression. He knew she still wanted him back. Although she didn't act like it, the look in her eyes gave her away. She still wanted him. She had proved that just a few seconds ago, and he was a damned man because Knowing that made him feel very much confident. She was still his Isabella however strong-headed she may be. Heck, he had half expected her to call the cops on him, but she didn't. In his head, call it whatever you wanted, but that could only mean one thing. She loved him. She had to. Now all he had to do was make her believe it, so she would come back to him. He was so close to getting the family he had always dreamed of, and he was willing to do anything to have that. Even if that meant groveling. Isabe

Dash it! Dash it all to pieces, Isabella thought as she walked into the company. She was mortally exhausted and it had everything to do with the blonde in her house with sparkling green eyes that made her legs jelly. His stupid grin, his infuriating smirk, and his deliciously hot chest drove her crazy! Isabella tossed her head in a groan, trying to get rid of the image of him in her head. How the hell was she supposed to do so? He infiltrated her senses and drove her insane with desire and anger, it was madness! All she could think about, all that had kept her up all night was the feel of his mouth against hers. Hard and demanding. She ought to have kicked him out immediately when he stepped into the shower with her. Scratch that, she should have thrown him out the minute he stepped into her house. But Isabella had yearned for him, every minute they were apart. Every fucking second was a torture she felt she had imposed on herself. When he stepped in, discarding his clothes until he

"What are you still doing here?!" Isabella yelled at the wide-eyed man who stared back at her, the stupidest grin on his face. She had stalled at the office, wasted time like no man's business, all in hopes that he would have left by the time she got home. But in all honesty, a part of her was thrilled to see him. That part was even more delighted to see he was dressed in her apron and no shirt underneath. Her body stirred with a rather heavy need to hump him and that spurred on anger. Why the hell did he look like he belonged there?! His hair, blonde and touseled playfully fell over his green eyes. His muscles flexed and contracted as he walked towards her, smiling. "You're home," he grinned, leaning forward to pat her hair. As if she were some five-year-old in need of fucking reassurance. It was all too much! She had left him just for a day and he had turned her apartment and life upside down. He was making fish broth! Fish broth! She couldn't remember the last time she had mad

When Isabella woke the next morning, Something soft and warm was pressed to her nape. She shook her head, trying to shake it off, but it simply slid down her neck in the most sensual way possible causing her to sigh deeply. "Oh that feels good," she muttered subconsciously. "Yeah?" A deep masculine voice penetrated the sleepy haze that surrounded her. She frowned. Where the hell had that come from? "Relax baby," the voice said soothingly and she found herself relaxing into the bubble of passion that encased her. She wasn't stupid, she knew who it was. She knew it was Seth, and that she was supposed to be mad at him. But oh she couldn't resist. The wonderful feel of his tongue on her skin drove her crazy with desire, setting her loins on fire. The night before, after they had both done the dishes. He had offered to watch a movie with her and like the dumbass she was, she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, it was Seth carrying her to her bed and telling her he would sleep right ne