Sebastian Stan convinces his girlfriend Abby Stewart to join him on a trip to a private Island off the coast of Belize. The weather is beautiful, the ocean, the gentle waves, the lovely bungalow that lacks nothing and a staff that spoils them in e...
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Abby Stewart was exhausted. It had been a long difficult day with endless interruptions and unhappy clients and things that just didn't turn out the way they should have. Added to that was the pervasive feeling of guilt that lingered from last night's argument with Sebastian. She didn't like it when they argued, but it seemed like it had become an inevitable occurrence every few weeks. Sometimes it was her fault, more often it was his fault, but lately it seemed that there was no fault at all, and still they argued. Of course he always knew exactly what to do or say to earn her forgiveness, often ending up getting what he wanted in the first place.
Not this time. She had to stand firm. She wouldn't let him get the upper...
"Shit," Abby muttered as she turned the corner onto her block and looking ahead to her house, she spotted Sebastian's car in the driveway. Pulling up beside it and parking, she sighed deeply; her head had started pounding about half way home, and it wasn't getting any better.
He sat on the porch at the top of the stairs, his neatly trimmed dark hair showing reddish hi-lights in the setting rays of the sun. And the beard... at first it had annoyed her, but he had teased her, promising she would grow to love it. And she did; running her fingers tips through it a favorite pass time of hers... when things were good. He was bulking up for another action movie and his black under armor t-shirt did nothing to conceal his muscular upper body, his chest fully outlined under the thin fabric.
Jumping up from his spot on the porch, Sebastian made his way down the stairs and walked toward the driveway. Damn, he could see she was not at all happy to see him. He was hoping to go a second round with her about the trip he wanted them to take, but he didn't want a repeat of last night's argument. He pulled the car door open and waited for Abby to step out. When she did, he bent to kiss her and she quickly turned her head slightly so his lips pressed on her cheek. She had brought home papers to work on, so he already knew she had an excuse not to discuss it again.
"What are you doing here Sebastian?" No beating around the bush, Abby was not in the mood for it.
Stepping back and giving her room to go in any direction she chose, Sebastian started to speak but she beat him to it, "If you are here to try and convince me to take this trip with you, the answer is still no. It will be no tomorrow and the day after that..."
Biting his lower lip, he offered a soft, hopeful smile, "How about the day after that??"
"Damn it Sebastian! Stop! You always do this.... But it's not going to work this time. I won't let it."
"What? What am I doing?" he tried to take her hand and she jerked it away. With a sigh he spoke again. "Abby. Abs, please don't be this way. I just came to apologize. You aren't making it very easy."
Abby closed her eyes for a beat, trying to collect her thoughts. She knew he was working her... he had done it before and he was very good at it. It didn't help her cause any when he looked so incredibly sexy and handsome and sweet and did she say sexy? All of that charm rolled together at once was simply not fair. He stood there with a look of contrition on his face, his skin tight jeans straining at the seams to contain his 'thighs of betrayal', as his fangirls called them.
