soundtrack: Taylor Swift- Wildest Dreams

ABBY

The morning sun slightly peeking from the curtain of my window right into my eyes. I wake up properly line up in my bed with my blanket wrapped tightly under my arms. It smells like jasmine and vanilla, the same fabric conditioner they used. Someone must tuck me in last night.

I pull up the blanket and peek, I'm still in the same clothes yesterday from our flight. Two days in a row now I slept with same clothes and not on my PJs. I stand up from the bed and feel light headed so I sit back down. I didn't see my suitcases, I guess one of the helpers brought them into my closet.

Unbuttoning my pants and push it down to my feet. I pull up my white shirt and pick up my pants and head to my bathroom.

I pass by my huge walk-in closet. All my clothes from my suitcases are already properly hung up according to color. I open the top drawer and see my underwear. All my makeup, some makeup remover, moisturizers, makeup, kits, perfumes, and cologne were placed just the way I like. I go to my bathroom to shower before someone can come inside to wake me up and see me half naked.

After like in forever I'm all dressed up. I choose a white dress that ended just above my knees and Jimmy Choo sandals to match my dress. I put some mascara and a concealer under my eyes. I apply lip gloss too just to look presentable. I still don't know anything about mom's funeral.

After eating the breakfast that I asked to send into my own living room I walk down to dad's office. I hear murmurs from inside, they're probably dad's friends or mom's so I knock three times and wait. Before I can knock again an unfamiliar deep husky voice says to come in. I hold the doorknob but someone grabs from inside and the door swings open for me.

Shock is an understatement when I look up the man in front of me, the feeling is so strange that ignites every cell in my body that I didn't know it's possible. I meet the gaze of those beautiful gray eyes surrounded by thick lashes I now envy, those eyes could hypnotize every woman by just one look, thick eyebrows with a small scar across the end of his right eyebrow that furrows in confusion...wait confused?

Oh wow! His hair, thick jet black long wavy hair that touches down his shoulders, slightly tucked in his right ear. High cheekbones. A nose that is molded to a perfection, Oh my God slightly open lips so full and red and kissable. I wonder how they feel on my lips. How they taste like? are they soft, warm?

Oh shit! Did he just notice me ogling him because I saw the amusement in his eyes and his lips turn into a smirk, squared jaw with a five o'clock shadow that added to his look, more masculine?

I swallow and blink twice or three times maybe to erase those thoughts from my mind. For God sake, I'm here for one sole purpose not to ogle some guy. There are plenty of him if I'll just look around. I can drool every man on earth I want but not this time. I clear my throat but before I can say a word he cut me off.

"Who are you?" his deep husky voice makes me even shiver, it's like an ignition to a fire, an aphrodisiac to my desire, which I never felt like this before.

"Oh, and who the hell are you? stay out of my way."

I raise my eyebrows and glare but a six foot three or four inches is blocking my way. With his button-down white crisp shirt with two open buttons that slightly show his hard broad chest, it makes me want to run my fingers.

please

please

His sleeves rolled up just above his elbows showing the tan skin of his arms. Those hands, with long fingers that I don't know how many women plea.....

Shit.

This is from reading books that I can't avoid the steamy part. My bitchy part starts to sprout like a werewolf starting to shift to wolf form.
Oh, I'm just a girl.

"I want to see my dad, now move you a...." before I can continue my best friend save me from who God-like is.

"Abby, you're awake, how're you feeling?" he gives me brotherly hug and kisses my cheek.

"You look good today."

"Does it makes me feel better or this is your way of telling me I still look like shit." He looks better too. I guess he must have slept well last night.

"Pumpkin, sweetheart, language please, so you met Seb already" he smiles at me that doesn't reach his eyes. I blushed so hard. My dad just calls me pumpkin in front of this hot.

No a**

"Who? Se who?" Oh, this must be the hot jerk, God this has to end.

Now!

I want my heart back.

I mean I just lost my mother and here I am crushing on some jerk... a hot jerk.

I wanted to groan very bad.

"So you are the daughter, Addy" I hear the husky voice again from my back.

Did he just call me Addy? I don't want to be rude so I face him. He is already offering his hand forward for a handshake. I hesitate but my dad is around. I'm a good daughter, I have to remind myself. So I look at him who is now smiling and showing his perfect white teeth and Oh holy mother in heaven he has dimples.

Why does he have to be perfect? Can't he have at least a single flaw? Even the cut from his eyebrow makes him perfect even more. I shake his hand firmly and I swear his pupil dilates and I can feel like I have been charged by thousand volts that ignite my entire body to full pleasure. I feel my blood rushes to my brain, my heart beats erratically, I'm still holding my breath, my lips dry instantly.

Did he feel the same way too? He looks shocked, he looks more confused, he instantly releases his hand. His smile faded, he clears his throat once more. I feel my body heated and all my pulse throbbing.

"I'm sorry about your mom Addy." He seems sincere saying it.

"Thank you and it's Abby, Abbygail. You seem to know my mother pretty well." I say and sit beside Drew.

My father kisses my head and sits in my opposite. The hot jerk Seb takes a sit on dad's left side.

"Yeah, he knew your mother well. He's Chris' son Abby. He took his dad's CEO position years ago. He's now the majority shareholder of Hughes Industries." Dad explains.

Oh boy, rich boy bad boy playboy.

Perfect.

Erase.

Bad news.

"Mike, you forget to mention I worked my ass off. Your daughter might think I just stole dad's position away from him." He retorts.

He looks at my hand that's intertwined with Drew's hand.

"I didn't judge you Seb. I'm sure you deserved that place." I feel guilty because the moment dad said that he is the CEO I'm sure he gets the position because they own the company but then he seems to look serious, determined, smart maybe but still the playboy/bad boy image, cocky, arrogant and assholeness still there and make him look more beautiful.

The way he talks and the way he sits well he looks more powerful, and very intimidating if I'm not used to meeting businessmen like him. I can see him who always bark, organize, decide and a control freak. I guess I misjudged him if dad compliments him genuinely. That makes him sexier.

I want to bang my head against the wall, maybe it helps to destruct my thoughts.

Please, I need some peace here, heart.

I'm beyond broken. Why do I have to meet him in circumstances like this?

"Are you still in college, Abby?" He asks emphasizing the B.

"Yeah, just done my Junior year. Business Management major in Finance and Ad." I answer with pride.

"There were Good colleges and Universities here, why bother in another state?" My palms start to sweat but Drew squeeze my hand, he must have felt my discomfort.

I look at Dad "I don't want to depend on more from my parents, I'm not just a little princess who play dress up, go shopping and painting toenails. I want to see places, meet new people without the pressure of being an heiress I guess." I shrug.

"Hmm, interesting. Mike mention you're only eighteen, yet you just finish with junior year, wow you must be a genius."

He looks amused but it feels more like an insult, to me.
What is this? Beauty contest? Q & A portion.

I want to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, let me say I'm a freak, a dork, no life, just books and my thick-rimmed glasses but thanks to Adolf Gaston Eugen Fick and Otto Wichterle, I don't need any more glasses," I answer with touches of sarcasm.

I look at dad who does not impressed. At all. Mr. Hot Sexy jerk smiles that could melt every women's panties.

I look at dad "So dad what is your plan on mom's?" I feel my eyes start to wet. I look up and blink back my tears.

I take a breath.

"Your mom doesn't want a long funeral." I bite my bottom lip that starts to tremble. I feel my tears running down my face. I can't say another word and all I can do is nod at him.

I take a huge breath "Both of you didn't even bother telling me that she was sick again. I thought you both went for honeymoon. I didn't know that honeymoon has the same meaning with hospital these days, maybe because I don't have a twitter account, and I'm so left behind with new #urban dictionary." I don't mean to be sarcastic.

I hear Seb chuckles I glare at him when our eyes meet. I can see a hint of surprise. Does he feel it too?

"Your mother last words...to tell you she loves you so much." He takes a deep breath.

I stand up and go to dad, I hug him so tightly, I wipe my tears from my face and sniff.

I clear my throat "I need some air." I walk out from dad's office without waiting for dad's reply.

I walk towards our old bench dad used to watch me playing in a huge back lawn when I was a kid. They still look the same, the landscapes are even more beautiful than three years ago.

I hear footsteps approaching. I sit at the empty bench before I can reminisce the happy memories, A hot jerk sits beside me, his smell reaches my nostril. he smells so good, I want to bury my nose in his chest. I know without looking at him, these tingles that affect every nerve endings in my body.

Erase.

Bad news.

I need to remind myself constantly. My brain and especially my heart

I've been avoiding things like these for three years and I've been successful but I doubt if I'll succeed this time.

"I said I need some air "

I take a glimpse at his beautiful face "What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I need some air too, I guess." He sighs then stares at me like counting every freckle in my face, I look at the landscapes instead.

"Well, you can have some air in every corner of this place, we have another bench in here, so go find your own place." I shoo him away but he didn't move.

"Show me then, be a nice hostess, you know I'm not familiar with your home." He smiles.

I narrow my eyes, His smile turns into a grin, Bless my heart and every living creature on this earth, this man should be named Anael, not Seb.

"Hmm, This isn't your first time to be here and you're not my visitor," I tell him then press my lips together.

He chuckles "Ouch, that hurts, so I guess I should just stay here and I'd like to share some air with you, I'm not selfish, you know." he says with a glint in his eyes.

"God, you're impossible!" I cross my arms over my chest, his eyes land on my slightly exposed chest. I release my arms.

I think I blushed. did I just...

God help me!

"Are you always this?" I cut him off

"Bitchy? Annoying? Grumpy?"

"Smartass, fascinatingly beautiful? Yeah."

I'm sure I'm red as a tomato.

He chuckles again

"I need my moment, please?" I look up to him

"Fine, but next time you'll not gonna shoo me away again. I'm leaving anyway."

He stands up and I feel his gaze so I look up, God this is impossible, he tucks his hair behind his ear, he looks magnificent standing with the sun rays shining on him.

"Nice to finally meet you, Abbygail." Then he walks away.

Finally? I mutter

Dad settled for only Two days funeral.
I'm wearing white instead of black showing that I'm not here to mourn, I'm here to celebrate her life, her legacy, she may be gone but she'll always remain in my heart. I didn't recognize most of the people who paid respect. I hate every word they said. "sorry for you lost"

Wreaths everywhere of different colors, designs, and sizes. From politicians, movie industries, different charity organizations, businessmen, powerful people arrived, some stayed long some leave immediately.

I kept my head down, Dad wants me to keep it that way, he wants me to have a normal life away from the scrutiny of public eyes. I know one day I can't stay in my loophole forever. One day the world will know me.

I want to go home, I feel sick in here. I don't like attention, this is the reason why I am who I am today. It changed my whole life forever. I spotted Dad talking to one of his friends.

"Dad, I can I have a moment?" The couples both look at me with sadness in their eyes. My eyes widen when I look at them, they must be Seb's parents, the resemblance, Seb's got his hair and eyes from his dad, nose, and lips from his mom. They're both tall and fit and his mom has dimples too.

"You must be Abby?" before I can answer Mrs. Hughes tackles me to a hug and she starts to sniff.

"The last time I saw you, you were still so young, and now look at you, grown up to be a beautiful young woman, Catie must be very proud of you." I give her a tight smile but I can't remember I met her before.

"Thank you for coming here today," I say

The next thing I know Mr. Hughes is next giving me a bear hug.

Then Dad excuses us both.

"What is it pumpkin?" Dad gloomy eyes look at me. He places his hands on my arms.

"Dad, first I'm Eighteen and stop calling me pumpkin in front of people. You can start calling me by my name, can't you?"

"Sweetheart you will always be my baby girl, old or not you'll always be my pumpkin."

"Dad it's annoying you know?" I look down at my shoes.

"You don't want me to call you in front of Seb and his parents or you don't want me to call you pumpkin at all. Seems my daughter has grown up."

I roll my eyes "Dad, we're at mom's funeral. What is it with Seb in his family? I did mention "people" dad."

"I love you pumpkin" I wrinkle my nose. Before I forget what I'm going to tell him I hold his hands.

"Sweetheart if this is about eulogy, you don't have to, I'll never force you when you're not ready for something like this. I understand. You don't know most of these people. The truth is you never met 90% of them before. I've been keeping you safe for a long time. I'm a little bit paranoid when it comes to your safety and I can't jeopardize it for just a few minutes. For all I know they might be somewhere near us. Don't trust anyone here. I lost your mom already and I don't wanna lose you too."

You'll never lose me again dad. Promise. You're the only family I have left. I can't afford to lose another one. I love you, Dad."

I get back to my seat. I smell the familiar scent from yesterday and the tingling sensation spread throughout my body, now it's affecting between my thighs. I know he's near me. I kept reminding myself that I'm in my mom's funeral. This is definitely not good. I have a lot of issues to handle than to give attention to this tension between me and him.

I don't socialize with people but when he is near me it's like everything will be okay. I know this is crazy. I don't even know him. I don't know anything about him. How old is he? What's his favorite color? Does he have an FB? Do they do kinky sex? Ouch! The billion dollar question is does he feel the same towards me? Definitely not absolutely not!

Get a grief Abby for God sake.

My palms start to sweat. Drew is glaring at me but I cut him with I-am-okay-look. I move near Drew just to lean my head on his shoulder but before it happens someone sit beside me, the person I'm trying to avoid, the person that send shivers to my spine, took my breath away, made my lips dry, butterfly in my stomach all this kind of
...shit.

He might notice my discomfort.
"You okay Abby?" He looks at me, and searches for something in my face "you look so pale, you need a rest, did you even sleep or eat before coming here?" he asks me.

I can't help but look at him.

Oh, my goodness.

Okay I admit, he is the most beautiful creature ever created. I lick my now dry lips. I have swallow hard.

"Y-yeah, I'm...um I am fine." Way to go Abby.

He touches my forehead but I'm still looking at his eyes. Holy hell it feels so so good and I feel suddenly cold before I can enjoy the feeling.

"You don't have a fever." he scans my face.

"You're a physician too?" I regret as soon as I blurted it out. I know my best friend is listening.

"I don't need to be a doctor to figure out if you have a fever or not."

"Whatever smart-ass"

He just chuckles "Seriously Abby, you need to get home and rest. You still have tomorrow to pay respect to your mom. I'm sure she'll not be happy to see you like that."

"See me like that? like what?" I raise my eyebrows.

Then I continue "What does it mean? That I look like shit? Well, thank you for the honesty Mr. Honorable". Now I can see the hint of a smile on his lips.

Way to shoo the devil away.

Grrrr... he really doesn't have an idea what his presence did to me or he's just used to women batting their lashes at him. He has no clue that he is the reason why I feel like shit.

"Hush, show some respect, keep your voice low. What I mean is you need to rest. You've been in hell these two days. You don't have to stay here all the time. You need your strength." He pauses then looks me in the eyes then to my lips then back to my eyes.

"You're far from looking like shit. If you look like shit then I don't know how everyone looks like."

Ugh!

Don't believe him, heart. He probably said that to all the women who get into his pants.

Cheesy pickup lines don't work on you Abby

"I'll talk to your dad so that you can go home. Did you came here together with Drew?" He asks
"You don't have to do this. Why are you even doing this anyway?"

"Doing this? This is what the right thing to do. I guess. Be a gentleman." he shrugs

" Gentleman? Ha!"

"I know I'm an ass sometimes. Okay, scratch that I'm an ass most of the time. But I'm just trying to help and your dad will worry more when you're sick. He has already a lot on his plate."

Wow, I guess he's really just trying to help.
Seb asks my best friend "Drew I'm sending Abby home. Are you planning to stay longer or are you coming with us?"

"Wait you said you'll send me home. You're coming with me?"

"Yeah, I'll send you home myself then I'll go home after."

"You don't have to bother I'll call my driver."

"Stop it, Abby, You can't shoo me all the time, we're going together and that's final. I promise I don't bite unless you want." I glare.

"Jeez, Abby I'm just kidding."

"You can go with him, Abby. I'll stay here for a while with your dad." Wow, my BFF is now betraying me. I give him a What-is-going-on-with-you look but he just gives me a smile.

Traitor!

After saying goodbye to dad and a quick hug I follow Seb to the parking lot and head home.