Not One, But Two!

Chapter 19

Greg was astonished at first, but he quickly grew interested in the direction their conversation was taking. "And when did I ever say you were inept?"

This made Abigail choke on her retort. Indeed, he had never specifically mentioned the word 'inept', but he had questioned her prowess when he pinned the blame on her after Valerie coughed up blood, so he had as good as called her inept. She gritted her teeth and stared at him balefully, resenting him for his sudden dive into semantics.

"What, are you going to bite me?" He smirked at her devilishly, the defiant look in his eyes stoking a fiery rage within her.

"Move!" She shoved him aside so aggressively that he staggered and nearly fell backward.

What is she, part-bull? Where does she keep all her strength? Greg rubbed his chest where she had shoved him and frowned. When he saw that she was making her way out, his arm darted out to grab her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Abigail turned around abruptly, and the gleaming tip of her scalpel very narrowly missed his arm as she hissed, "Don't touch me!"

His gaze darkened, and he decided that she was not the most agreeable person when she had her scalpel with her. "Listen here, Abigail—patience is not my strong suit."

"Oh, brilliant! I was just about to say the same thing. I won't leave until your mother pulls through the night, Greg, but the moment her condition stabilizes, you'd better withdraw that ridiculous 'wanted' poster that you made of me, or there'll be hell to pay." The thought that she was now a wanted person in the country made her seethe with rage, and worse still was the fact that Greg had painted her as some petty thief who stole from him. "Also, I have nothing to hide, and it's disgusting that you have to resort to false accusations just to get your revenge. You'd better clarify this, or else—"

"Or else what?" Greg was getting angrier by the second. He could hardly believe that this woman could stand here and deliver one threat after another to his face. Does she actually think I'm scared of her? He took a step closer to her. Like a startled bird, she took a step back, and she tightened her clutch on her scalpel as she eyed him warily, though he did not miss the disgusted look she shot him.

To think that this was the same woman who had forced herself upon him five years ago, and yet here she was behaving like she would rather die than to be touched by him. The fuse in him was suddenly lit as he hissed, "So I'm a shameless beast, am I?"

Abigail bristled. What the hell?

When he saw the blank look on her face, he grew even more incensed. "I am an incubus, you said?"

He was inching forward with each venomous sentence.

Abigail frowned deeply and snapped, "Don't come any closer!"

The look of repulsion on her face pierced through him like a searing hot dagger. He couldn't help thinking about the DNA test results, incredulous that he and Alissa were not biologically related at all. This, coupled with Abigail's utter rejection of him, was enough to make something in him snap. I wasn't the one who touched her five years ago, and here she is looking like she's disgusted by me! "You don't want me to come closer because you're saving room for some other guy, am I right?"

Abigail bristled at his harsh words. "Watch your mouth."

were more than willing to throw

this man. But he was the one who mentioned it this time, and he was regarding her like she was a shameless vixen, irking

and slapped

eyes at her, and his fuse was blown. She just hit me again! "Do

warning, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her

enveloped by his scent, and she found herself transported back to the intimate scene from five years ago. She stiffened before she struggled to break free

a hard lesson, woman!" Greg snapped, thoroughly angered. After all, he was getting tired of having his buttons pushed over and over again. With his hand clasped tightly around her wrist, he kicked open the door to the lounge next to them and dragged her into the room before kicking the door shut. The next second,

her cheek; it was steamy

her leg to try and save herself, but Greg seemed to have anticipated this, for he quickly clamped her long

that coursed through her, Abigail felt as if every fiber of her body was reminded of the passionate and mindless endeavor that had taken place five years ago, feeling as though the memory of it was making her system respond accordingly. "Let's talk about this like proper adults, Greg. Please?" She was slightly breathless, but

you never gave me the chance," he drawled sardonically. He didn't think he had to do anything just because she asked him to. In fact,

and triumphant look on his face. As of now, her limbs were restrained by him, and in a fit of panic, she bobbed her head and

difference, she ended up butting her

couldn't dodge her attack in time, and he felt his teeth sink into his

insult to injury as

at her, and when he saw the smirk on her face, he suddenly dipped his head to capture her lips in an

thought her mind

had completely forgotten he was

she whimpered in protest, the more aggressive he became. It was almost as if he was trying to mold her

memories from five years ago replayed themselves in her head like a ripple effect, and her body resonated with

tingling sensation began to work its way through her system from the pit of her stomach. There was a distinctly familiar sensation in her, but just as she was about to cave into the passion of the moment, a soft voice piped up next to them and said, "Mommy, are

as though they had both been turned to stone,

a couple of seconds, Abigail was sure that she had not been hallucinating, and that she

quickly shoved Greg away from

doing here? Did I imagine it? But before he could react, he found

realize the bathroom was right behind Greg, and with one

lay in the wet patch on the bathroom floor. He was convinced that this woman was

burst into laughter

had brushed past her and immediately reached out a hand toward Greg. "Daddy, are