All The Right Reasons (The Seduced Series)

by Jackie McMahon

  “It doesn’t make sense,” she said low to herself. “How are you feeling hun?” She asked me after a long pause.

  “Like someone just stabbed me with a knife in the chest and ripped out whatever heart that I had left.” Well at least I can talk about it without breaking down and crying. “Why does it have to hurt so much?” I asked bewildered with myself. I’ve been thru this already with Taylor, but I didn’t feel even a fraction of the pain I was in now, this pain incapacitated me.

  “Because you love him,” she said quietly and I cringed. She gave me an apologetic look but I just shook my head. I DID love him, not anymore. “I’m not taking you back to your old apartment. Just stay with me for the time being, we’ll figure something out,” she said. I was about to object but she stopped me before I could even say anything. “And it’s non negotiable,” she said while smiling slightly. I tried to force a smile, but my smirk turned into a frown.

  ****

  It’s been well over a week since I’ve been staying with Isabella. I know I’m starting to get to her with my state of depression and it’s making me feel bad. I suggested that I can go back to my old apartment but she wasn’t hearing it. I moped around her guest bedroom when I wasn’t at work. Oh god work, I go when I can. I told my boss that I have a stubborn stomach virus that seems to never go away. To come and think about it, I must have been to work at least two times in the past week. He told me to take as much time I needed to get better. I know I’m getting special treatment, because I was the Billionaire’s fiancée. Somewhere in between being Dennis’s girlfriend and his fiancée, I gave up on Angelina. Giving up on me also meant giving up control over my life, my fate…fuck, even the way people treated me.

  Being in this state of pure misery I haven’t slept well without crying myself to sleep every single night. To top it all off, I also ate more chocolate than usual, I must be really depressed then. Watch me turn into a fat lonely woman with twenty cats to keep her somewhat happy. My life now revolved around him and everything he did. I didn’t mind…wait, who am I kidding, of course I mind. I had to go on with my life; I can’t stay like this forever and the only way to do that was to get back in control of me.

  Isabella called me to say that she would be working late tonight. Perfect, this is the moment I needed; I dressed in a black tank top, tight blue jeans and black Phoenix Jimmy Choo heels. I put on my black leather jacket and went downstairs to Isabella’s garage. I decided to leave her a note, telling her I’m fine and that I’d be back soon, just in case she came back before I did. Strolling through the garage I spotted a brand new BMW R 1200 GS motorcycle in the far corner, I jumped on it and started it up, revving on the throttle before I sped towards the highway going in the direction of the estate. If Isabella were here, she would have stopped me before I even made it out the door and told me I was insane. Maybe I was?

  I parked the bike just outside of the estate main gates. I ran in using my powers, not wanting the guards to see me and warn Dennis. I made my way inside through the hidden door that was on the side of the estate where the staff lived. I crept around not wanting anyone to see me till I made my way towards Dennis’s study. I was surprised that the estate was empty, I didn’t even need to sneak around. He was normally in his study around this time, usually working or thinking when he was stressed. The door was opened a crack, so I gently pushed the door open. When I entered the room I found him standing by the large window overlooking the backyard with his back to me.

  “Did you come to wish me a happy birthday?” He asked. He didn’t turn around, it was nearly impossible to catch Dennis off guard, it’s like he knew whenever I was near.

  Today is Dennis’s birthday, and it was truly heartless of me to do this today, of all days it had to be today. When I didn’t say anything he turned around to look at me. One glimpse of him made my heart skip a beat, it’s been a little over two weeks that my heart has been dead but now at the mere sight of him made it beat out of my chest.

  “Where is everyone?” I asked as I took a few steps closer but stopping about foot away from him.

  “They all have gone out for the night.”

  “It’s your birthday though,” I whispered and he slightly grinned while nodding his head.

  “It seems that I’m not good company to be around,” he teased but all humor in his voice was gone. “I’ve missed you so much my love,” he said taking a step towards me. I placed my hand up while shaking my head no as his chest brushed against my hand.

  “Please don’t call me that,” I whimpered. I cannot fall apart now, I have to stay strong. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I didn’t change my mind about how I feel about you,” I said shaky and he narrowed his eyes.

  “Does Isabella know you’re here?” He asked and I shook my head no. “So why did you come back?” He asked suspiciously.

  “I want one last helping of Dennis Evers,” I said as I slipped my jacket off of my shoulders, down my arms and let it hit the floor. He raised his eyebrows at me in shock and then he controlled his expression, knowing what I meant and what I wanted.

  “I’m not going to do that Angelina. As much as I want to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay…” he said but I stopped him dead in his tracks as I gain up enough courage to do what I needed to do.

  “Why?” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. “You had no problem with breaking my heart though,” I added while biting my lip. His eyes darkened with lust as our lips lingered inches from one another.

  “What are you trying to prove?”

  “I’m trying to take back my life, my fate…my heart, and I can’t because of you. By me doing this I can push this in the past and move on,” I said as I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him. He kissed me back, and for that second of contact it felt like nothing has happened between us.

  “You have them,” he whispered against my lips. “I want them back.” He pulled away as his eyes bore into mine. “I could never take them away from you even if I tried,” he said softly and I let a moan escape past my lips. He dipped his head and began trailing kisses down my neck. “I want you, Angelina. I need you back but not like this,” he murmured against my neck.

  Damn it! I thought I came here to seduce him, but it looks like the tables have turned. I’m like putty in this man’s hands. One kiss and I’m head over heels, just like the first night I met Dennis. I have to take control of this situation or I will loss. I reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton them. He was about to stop me but beat him to it.

  “I want you to fuck me, on your desk like you mean it,” I said as I grabbed his hand and walked backwards till I felt the desk against my ass.

  He didn’t object this time, as I started what I never finished with unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt was open I placed my hands on his chest then moved them upward to his shoulders while biting down on my lip purposely. I know it drives him crazy whenever I used to do it, and now by the change of his breathing I know I’m getting to him. I undid the button to my jeans and placed my thumbs into the belt loops as I sashayed my jeans off. I was waiting for him to tell me no, how wrong I was. He picked me up and placed me on top of his desk as he crushed his lips to mine while discarding my jeans in one swift motion.

  Without breaking contact, he unzipped his pants and shoved his cock inside of me. I gasped from the sudden connection. I always felt in a trance whenever I was with this man in an imitate way, but now I needed this to be nothing more than a revenge fuck. I arched my back and let him take me, feeling him deep inside of me. I didn’t want to enjoy this but it was hard not to. He made this whole experience seem like nothing happened between us. He cupped the side of my face while gently pushing it to the side, giving him better access to my neck. His lips slid down my neck, kissing and sucking till he reached my shoulder. My body reacted to his touch in all of the right places. I wanted to touch him back but I let and hands linger around his neck. His h
ands skimmed down my sides as my hips swayed to his rhythm. I’m desperately trying to keep my head focused and remember why I came here and what I needed to do. He watched and assessed my reaction as he fucked my faster and harder and deeper. I moaned, I was so close and he knew it. Thrusting me into me again and again till I explode. He then climaxed and stilled, pressing his body against mine.

  As I sat on his desk trying to catch my breath, I know I’m going to regret this in the morning but I needed to do this. He kissed my shoulder before he pulled out of me, I don’t know what I was thinking when I grabbed the handgun that he stashed under his desk. Too quickly, I had it in my hand, turned and pointed it to his head.

  “What the fuck Angelina? Are you really going to shoot me?” He asked quietly. “Was this your intension the whole time?

  “Are you calling my bluff?” I asked as I cocked the gun and a small smile spread across his lips.

  “No, but to come here and seduce me then try to kill me,” he said as he pulled up his pants. “You’re not a killer Angelina, and even if you were would you shoot the man that betrayed you, knowingly deep down inside that I ‘m not that man at all,” he added softly with his hands in the air.

  He hit the nail on the head, I was hurt because he cheated on me but somewhere in the bottomless pit that I now call a heart, there was still hope that he didn’t deceive me. Maybe after some time apart he and I could still be together. Fuck me, I don’t know what to believe anymore, tears streamed down my face as I tried to make some realization to this shit. I slowly lowered the gun; I couldn’t hurt nor kill the man I love, even if he was the one who hurt me. It would be like tearing out my own heart and stomping on it to a bloody pulp. This mission was bound to fail from the very beginning. I couldn’t take back my life, my fate and my heart that I thought were gone, I willingly gave them up to him. In a flash Dennis disarmed the gun out of my hand and threw it on the floor as I slid to the back of his study. I turned to fight him as my CIA training kicked in. My stance changed as I took a fighting position.

  “I think you might have me at a disadvantage,” I stated as his intense blue gaze eyed me up and down.

  I was completely naked from the neck down. In my sudden rage of trying to kill Dennis after we just had sex I absentmindedly forgot to put my clothes back on, unlike him who at least had his pants on. He stood there and let out a sexy chuckle. Much to my surprise he bent down and grabbed my clothes and threw them to me, he can be such an arrogant prick at times. I turned my back to him as I put on my clothes, I don’t know why I feel so shy around him now, I mean shit he just fuck me on his desk and I enticed him to do it. Once I was fully dressed, I turned and took my fighting stance again.

  “Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asked while raising an eyebrow at me.

  “Most definitely,” I replied.

  “Okay fine. How about we raise the stakes a little?” I narrow my eyes at him. “If I win, you come back to me,” he said as if he already won.

  “What do I get when I win?” I asked.

  “If you win, I will leave you alone and never bother with you ever again,” he said.

  I couldn’t be sure if he actually meant it that he would leave me alone, who am I kidding, I was negotiating with the infamous Dennis Evers who can cut a deal with a man with no legs into purchasing a trampoline. He too changed into a fighting position then motioned me with his hand to bring it on and attack. I threw a few punches as he simply ducked and dodged every punch. Even as a well-trained agent I still couldn’t touch Dennis, which made me more irritated. I finally found my groove and landed a successful kick to his stomach making him stagger back. It was only a few times after that kick that my hits made contact with him. Dennis for one didn’t physically attack me; he just used my own attacks against me to wear myself out. I tried to kick again but he followed my pattern of attacks and quickly grabbed my leg and used his own leg to hook kick my free foot knocking me down to the floor. I groaned when my body hit the floor, of all the times now he lets me fall. I banged on the floor with my fists in frustration of bitter defeat. He walked over to me and kneeled down beside me while smiling apologetically. He offered me his hand, but I just looked at it. I didn’t need his help as I got up on my own.

  “You’re an amazing agent Angelina, when you’re focused. This is the one reason why we’re not supposed to fall in love. You can never fight the one you love and expect to win,” he said softly to me.

  “I have to win,” I spat out as he froze. I couldn’t do this anymore, I tried to make a run for it but before I could get far he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

  “Don’t go,” he said wrapping his arms around me. For once I didn’t want to fight him off. It was pointless because all I wanted was to feel the warmth of his embrace. Even after the pity fuck I’ve been so cold and empty without him. “Please come back to me beautiful,” he pleaded as I sobbed into his chest silently.

  “You still want me back, after all this? You could just simply call the police and charge me with attempted murder you know,” I said and I felt his chest shake from laughter.

  “Now how would that look to the police?” He teased. “My fiancée broke up with me then came back, on my birthday none the less, and had her way with me.” I tried to laugh but nothing came out.

  “I love you Dennis,” I whispered even through it felt painful for saying that. “But I can’t just come back here and be with you like nothing ever happened,” I added sadly.

  “I know,” he said letting go of me then cupping my face with both of his hands. “I’m going to fight for you Angelina. I’m not going to give up and I’m not letting you go.” Fresh tears came down my face by the sincere and meaningful words he said.

  “Why?” I asked and he smiled.

  “I told you the day I proposed to you, I can’t live without you,” he said then he kissed my forehead. He let go of me before I could involuntarily reach up to touch him. I turned and walked away, stopping in the doorway. I looked over my shoulder to look at him and tried to put on a smile.

  “Happy birthday Dennis,” I murmured and he slightly grinned and nodded back to me.

  ****

  I woke up this morning feeling something coming up my throat, not again I thought to myself. I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. What a nice way to wake up by vomiting, I decided to take a quick shower and wash off the feel of disgust. After my shower I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the sink, looking in the mirror I groaned. I brushed my teeth to get the stank of vomit off my breath. I’ve been sick for the last few days now and not even Isabella’s famous soup helped my stomach. Even what’s more bizarre than this sudden stomach flu is that I was two weeks late on my period and that’s never happened before. I laughed uneasily to myself. With all these symptoms I’d swear I was…I gasped dropping my toothbrush into the sink. I’m pregnant? That would explain a lot, like the sudden emotional outbursts that I’ve been having after that night with Dennis, craving chocolate more than usual and now morning sickness. Shit! This wasn’t stomach flu at all. I was pregnant and it’s Dennis’s child.

  My legs became jello-like as I stood in the bathroom. I’m going to faint…or puke again, ugh. I walked back into my bedroom with shaky legs and sat on the bed. As obvious as it looked, I still couldn’t bring myself to believe that I was pregnant. I tried to think back, Dennis never used protection when we had sex, but I did take birth control. I took them even before we met, surely they should have prevented me from getting pregnant. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I absently stopped taking them when he proposed to me a little over a month ago. I jumped up and got dressed in double time, I had to make sure this was for real and the only way I could be sure is if I got a pregnancy test. Isabella already left for work and somewhere deep down I was glad. I wasn’t going to tell her about my suspicion yet. I didn’t even want to think about it.

  I walked down to the local pharmacy store and bought five different home pregnancy t
ests. I didn’t even care about the look the woman who rang me up gave me. She may think all she wants that I’m some whore but in all actuality I need to be sure. When I went back to Isabella’s house I took the tests. The first four tests came back positive, I pissed on the strip of the last test as I slumped to the bathroom floor and waited for the results. All of the other tests showed a positive result as I prayed that this one would come back negative, this was way too fucked up for me to have a baby, I’ve always wanted to settle down and have kids as I fantasized about being pregnant with Dennis’s child and now that I might be I didn’t know what to do. I was a mess, how was I supposed to carry a baby whose father I didn’t even talk to? I love him, but I couldn’t get the sick thought of him sleeping with Stephanie out of my head. I wanted to be with him more than anything, but could I really copout into trusting him? My one hand went to my midsection and the other wiped a single tear that escaped at the corner of my eye.

  He said he would fight for me and never give up or let me go. Part of me wanted him to forget about me…about us and what we had, while another part wished this was all a sick nightmare. Could I really put his cheating on me aside? Now there’s an unborn baby involved, Dennis’s little boy or girl I thought to myself while slightly smiling. Everything I did and any decision I made affected this baby now, it wasn’t just me anymore. Should I dare tell Dennis? What will he do? I know he would never let me run off with his child and he’d want to be a part of its life. Would bitter heartbreak make me deny him that? I doubt that anyone denied Dennis anything. One thing I knew for sure was that I was having this baby with or without Dennis. I loved, cared and held this baby many times before in my dreams when I thought that I found my happily ever after. I got up off the floor and checked the test. It was official, I was pregnant. Now how to tell Isabella my news? Maybe later on tonight when she gets home from work I’ll mention a little something.