The Wrong Bride

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THE WRONG
BRIDE

Chapter Nineteen.

"

You told your mother I was okay with this whole marriage with Sara?" I ask Sebastian, barging into his Penthouse suit.

"Emerald" his face lights up at the sight of me, but I will myself not to falter.

"If I was really okay with this marriage, I wouldn't sleep with you. I wouldn't allow you to kiss me or even so much as see me. If you do not take me seriously Sebastian, I'll cut off whatever this is! Treat me like a joke and I will treat you like it's funny"

He gets up from where he is seated behind his laptop with papers strewn across the table.

He holds onto my shoulders and my hands still remain on my hips. I look away from him, a scowl on my face.

"I only said that to mom because I wanted her off my neck. She would kill me one day with her long lectures Emerald, I was only trying to save myself" he says and I still don't turn towards him "Hey, sugar, don't do this" he says, turning my face to meet his.

I melt at the pet name he gave me during our relationship, explaining that I was the sweetest thing in his world.

He pecks my lips, then my jaw, then my collar bone, till his head is between my neck.

"I'm sorry" he whispers in my ears, biting on my ear lobe

"But wait, how did you know that?" He asks, pulling back.

"Know what?"

"Know what I told mom?"

"She came to see me"

"Oh really?" His curiosity sparks "What did she say?"

"Now that is between me and your mom" I say and peck him on the cheek, easily forgetting my anger.

"Have you had dinner?" I ask, making my way into his large kitchen.

"Mhm, are you taking care of me now Miss Cullen?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"Don't be a smug bastard" I mutter, rolling my eyes at him.

I open his fridge hoping there are at least a few things I can use to make a simple dinner, but there is absolutely nothing.

"Sebastian, why is your fridge completely empty? What do you eat anyway? Space?" I ask and turn to look at him, and he stares back at me with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Maybe I forgot to do some grocery shopping?" He asks and I can't help but laugh

"Bullshit Sebastian. You never do grocery shopping. Where is Madam Gail?" I ask of his housekeeper "Is she not the one who stocks up your fridge all the time?"

His face falls at the mention of the woman who used to bring us food back when we were living together during college. She is always the one who brought groceries over as well every week to make sure we didn't ran out of anything. The woman has been with the Valetti family for a very long time, always helping them out in anyway she can, and in return, they make sure she lives the most comfortable life she can have.

"She died a few months ago; of cancer"

"Oh my God. How? This is just so surprising. She always looked so well, younger than her age too, because she always took such good care of her health and eating habits"

"It was unexpected and tragic. Up till now, I don't think even mom has gotten over it yet" he says and I sigh, nodding in understanding.

"I am so sorry to hear such news" I say, cradling his cheek in my hands. He leans into my touch "Well, let me make do with what you have and then I will go grocery shopping for you tomorrow. Sounds good?" I ask and he nods, pecking my lips

"Thank you" he says and I smile.

A few minutes later, I turn to look at Sebastian, halting the rice and chicken stew I'm preparing because that is the meal I can make with all he has- and give him a questioning look.

"What?"

He shrugs, "Can't I stare at you? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Actually yes, you are" I respond and he moves towards me, and immediately I know that was the wrong answer

"Is that so?" He asks, his tone carrying stubborn mischief "Well, it's not my fault that you look insanely hot when you are cooking" he mutters, his breath hot on my ear, as his hands trail up from my waist to cup both of my breasts

"Sebastian!" I exclaim in half moan and half surprise.

In an instant, he whips me around and slams his mouth on mine. His kiss is hot, fierce and wild. His tongue invades my mouth and I give into him, allowing him to suck on my tongue, licking the inside of my cheeks and sucking on my lower lip. A moan comes out of me as I wrap my arms around his neck, before biting on his lower lip which releases a groan from him. He returns the favour and sucks on my lower lip, before biting it and releasing my mouth with a loud pop.

I am in a daze as he stares at me with a smug expression, "Maybe you should come into my kitchen more often" he whispers and I release myself from his hold.

"You were working when I walked in right? Go continue with that, I'll tell you when dinner is ready" I say and shoo him out. It is necessary, so that I don't burn something. I still need to get my breathing in check.

He returns a few seconds later

"I thought I said-

He cuts me off by placing another short kiss on my mouth

"Just had to steal one more kiss. Enjoy cooking" he winks before leaving me to myself.

I sigh in bliss. Having Sebastian's mouth on mine is very very very addicting.

☆•☆

"You never stopped loving your food did you?" He asks, looking at me carefully

I swallow the food in my mouth before speaking, "Of course not. I am a growing woman and therefore I have to eat"

"Oh that you do. It fills you out very well" he says, a glint in his eyes at he stares at me up and down

"Pervert" I mutter and he chuckles, and I can't help the smile that lights up on my face

"Besides, I work around food mostly"

"Really? What do you do?" he asks and I realise how much the both of us have grown and changed and moved on with our lives, but our paths have found each other again, and here we are, having dinner together like the old couple we were, just that this time, every touch, every kiss, every moment is more intense than the last.

"I have my own coffee shop now that I manage"

"Wow, that's impressive"

"Thank you"

We talk some more, in the process finishing dinner, and I get up to place the dishes in the dish washer.

"Dinner was delicious" he says, kissing me on the lips "Thank you"

"You're most welcome"

"I forgot how much I loved your cooking"

"Now you are just trying to flatter me"

"Not in this case. I'm being honestly truthful. I swear" he says and holds up a hand, and I laugh

☆•☆

Sebastian and I are tangled up on his big, fluffy couch, my legs on his while I tucked to his side, his arm on my shoulders, holding me in place.

There is a movie on that we are both not really paying much attention to.

Not until a scene pops up when the woman finds out she is pregnant, and although she is acting, the joy and glee in her eyes are unmistakable, and I look away, not being able to bear it. Not being able to swallow the hard pill. Not being able to accept the hard truth.

Sebastian must notice the shift in my mood all of a sudden, because he turns my face so that I can look directly into his eyes, and he doesn't miss the tears in my eyes.

"Sugar, I want you to be truthful with me. The last time at the ball, you said something about being..." he trails off, as if the mere thought of me being barren kills him, and he can't bring himself to mention the word.

I look away, wiping away the tears that managed to slip.

"It was two years ago. When I went to London, I completed college there, and worked for a year to save up some money so that I can open my own coffee shop. It was a success when I had saved up enough money to afford the cost of buying a place and decorating. I had bought all the stuff and decoration and fixing started a few days later. I wanted to hung some coffee paintings and some pastry photos, so I got a ladder and climbed up, without anyone's help. Not that I was rejecting help, I just thought I could do it and that it wasn't much of a big deal. But after hanging the first photo, I hanged the second and tried to position it well at the right end, so I reached up a little bit and that is when I lost footing of the ladder, and- and" I sob, the tears pouring out as Sebastian soothes me "I fell. I was rushed to the hospital where the doctor told me they would keep me there for a few days to check me after they found out I only had a concussion, and then he came a day later and said according to the recent test results, the fall caused a damage to my uterus and therefore I cannot bear a child. I didn't believe it, so I went to see a gynaecologist, who said the same thing" I say, the tears flowing like a river now.

"I can never tell you I understand the pain a woman goes through when she cannot bear a child, sugar" he says, playing with my hair "But what I can understand, is that I love you and your pain is mine too, and right now seeing you like this, kills me" he sighs "Maybe if I was there to protect you, and didn't let you go, none of this would have happened"

I shake my head in disagreement, although I cannot ignore the fuzzy feeling I get when he tells me he loves me.

"That was not your fault, or mine. It was just suppose to happen, and it did" I say, closing my eyes and willing myself to stop the tears from falling.

"At least now you have Sara giving you a baby"
"I want only you to be the mother of my children" he says and I sigh, not saying anything.

"You are getting married to her Seb"
"Against my wish that is" he mutters under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing" he looks away from me
"No I heard you. I just want to confirm if I heard right"

"Sara threatened me into marrying her, and I know that sounds absolutely stupid and cowardly, but I had no other choice. Dad cheated on mom, a one time thing he regrets and has promised never to even look at another woman that isn't his wife, but Sara somehow got her hands on this information and she threatens to release it. Not only can it potentially ruin my parent's marriage, but it can give the family name a bad rep, and most often than not, I couldn't give two fucks what the pap says or publishes, but considering this concerns the family business and my father is the founder, it can cause a big scandal"

"And so Sara is blackmailing you?" I ask and he nods "Your engagement and soon to be marriage is not legit?" He nods again and I can't help but grin

"What's so interesting about that?"

"It hurts me that she is so shameless to blackmail you like this, but I can't help but be fucking excited at the news" I say and lean in to kiss him

Before I didn't know what I was fighting for, because I didn't even know whether or not I had the right to fight for anything, but now, I certainly do know what I'm fighting for.

Nanny Esther was right. All that matters is to know what you're fighting for and to know whether it's worth it, and now that I do, it's going to be war.