A New Kind of Love.

Part 9

May 2012 California , San Francisco.

Days in my bed turned into almost 2 weeks. Days of not hearing from Sebastian turned into weeks. I started believing he left, he didn't want anything to do with the baby. But I know deep down he's not that type of person. He owns up to his doings. And that's when I heard the doorbell ring.

I ran as fast as I could downstairs, the bodyguards tried to pull me back- but I didn't care I slammed the door open to find him standing there, holding a bouquet of white and red roses. " Can I come in?" His voice shaky and quivering, he was upset. " Yeah come on in- let me get that", I put on my fake smile and took the bouquet from him handing them to our maid.

We made our way up to my room and he quickly sat me down. "My father- he left the house. Shit is serious now. My mother is doing so bad Joanne. She won't come out of her room, she's been crying for days. I don't understand what I can do for her, I try to talk to her- she doesn't even look at me", the glimmer in his eyes shuts off, his eyes red, filled with tears.

I rub his back comfortingly. " Sebastian- it's okay. Talk. I'll listen", I softly whisper. His tensed up body relaxes. " I'm sorry Joanne- I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm not ready for a baby but we're both in this and I won't leave your side ever again" , he turns over to look at me, his gaze meeting mine, I squeeze his hand. " Okay", I smile.

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Present time April 2019 , New York

SEBASTIANS POV

THIS CHAPTER IS THROUGH SEBASTIANS POV.

After I drop off Anne I make my way to my fathers. His invitations for I to marry some woman other than Joanne is starting to get old. He knows clear and well I don't want to be with anyone else but her.

" Damn it". I slam my hand on the steering wheel. It pisses me off at my age he still tries to control where I go in life, if my life isn't being married with a high status woman and handling the company than he'll take over and do what he can to get it under control. Joanne's word stick to me, accept the date, make it clear you don't want anything else but that one date. I pull over to the side and adjust my self. I quickly make my way up to my fathers penthouse. Before entering I hear him laughing loudly with a woman.

"Sebastian! You're here already. That was quick", he rushes up to hug me, I push him off.

" Sebastian this is Abigail, Abigail this is my son Sebastian. Greaaat guy by the way", my dad slurs his words. He's drinking. With her?

I look over at the stranger in front of us, Abigail. She's tall and slim. Her mini dress hugs tightly around her slim body. I can't help but notice her bright blue eyes and almost white-picked up pencil straight hair. She's pretty, I'll give her that. Her skin bronze and glowy. " Where are my manners!! I'm Abigail", she walks over and shakes my hand.

" Sebastian- nice to meet you. Dad could I talk to you in your office?" I turn over to look at him. " Yeah sure son- let me just go clear up my office. Be right back", he hops out the room leaving me alone with Abigail.

" I think he wants to leave us alone together", I turn over to look at Abigail, her voice sweet and comforting. I can't help but laugh. My dads attempt at getting me with a woman is so obvious she even noticed. "I'm sorry- he's doing this whole thing to get me with someone", I pick up a glass and pour some scotch. I bring it up to my lips as Abigail attentively is fixing her hair. " Huh- oh yes! I understand. My father was the same way. I was married for about 2 years, best decision I made until the spark died out", her eyes glimmer with agony.

" Oh I'm so sorry- would you like some scotch then?" She giggles nodding her head.

" Thank you Sebastian", her tone feels seductive.

" You are a good guy. Whoever gets you is lucky", she brings her glass to her lips slowly sipping. I nervously smile. " Yeah I guess so- I'm just not ready for marriage." She nods her head, assuring me she's listening. " Yeah I totally get you- like I said earlier my father was big on getting me married. I was very opposed to it until I met my husband, great guy. Sometimes you never know. Though- I understand", she sets down her cup as she casually speaks with such easiness.

" Oh- I'm sorry if I'm boring you with my stupid lecture", she shoots down her convo, like she's embarassed. I chuckle. " Woah- it's okay don't worry. You're really helping me out here", I'm caught off guard by her crystal blue eyes. " Woah your eyes are pretty", she gently smiles like she's used to it. " You must hear it a lot- I've just never seen eyes like yours", I'm amazed by her eyes, they're alluring. " Oh god thank you- I do get it a lot but I never got reactions like that", she jokingly smacks me on the side of my arm. I laugh.

" Son, you can come in", my father interrupts the conversation. " It was nice meeting you Abigail", I turn back to look at her disappointing my face. " Awe just when I had made a friend- I'll see you Sebastian", she sweetly giggles. She makes her way over to the door, leaving. It pains me a bit because I thought I had just made a friend.

" Well now that she's gone we don't need to discuss whatever in the office", my father walks over to the bottle sitting on the table.

" I know what you were doing with Abigail, it's not gonna work. I'm not marrying anyone, I've told you before and I won't tell you again", I persist. He takes a big sip of his scotch and looks up at me , his eyes dark and angry.

" But what you don't understand is , I don't listen to you. You listen to me, you're my son", his words echo back and forth, the words I always heard growing up. You're my son, so I have control over you. I scoff. " I don't give a shit if you're my father or who you are I'm not marrying any random just because you say so", I angrily spit, my words smooth like poison.

" I want to be with Joanne no one else", I step closer to him.

"Oh forget her. She left you, years ago. I never liked her she's selfish, and she's a slut. You deserve a woman who wants you more than you want her. Wanting a woman only gets you to look like a fool", he glares at me. I clear my throat, I successfully restrain myself from bashing his head through the glass table for speaking the way he did about Joanne.
"Keep her name out your dirty ass mouth- if she's a 'slut' I don't know what you are- you cheated on my mom my whole childhood", he stomps on over and pushes me back. " You shut the hell up , you don't know the first thing about your mother, she was ungrateful", he yells out angrily slurring his words, he raises his fist up as if he's about to hit me. I laugh ironically.

" Hit me, I don't care. It doesn't change the fact I won't do anything you tell me", I torment him.

" You're going on that date with Abigail- I don't care how much you complain. She's a great woman with a lot of money and has been single for far too long- she's a good friend of mine", he points his finger at my face, I scoff.

" Yeah okay, at least she's not like the other 'women' you set me up with-

Deuces", I make my way over to the door as I mockingly torment him.

" One date with Abigail that's all", I turn back to look at him before walking out the door.