Not One, But Two!

ground. You even—"

"A damn jerk is what you are, Greg!" She loathed having to bring up the incident from five years ago,

particularly in front of this man. But he was the one who mentioned it this time, and he was regarding

her like she was a shameless vixen, irking her to no end.

She lunged forward and slapped him hard across the face.

The stinging pain that followed made Greg narrow his eyes at her, and his fuse was blown. She just hit

me again! "Do you really think I won't fight back, Abigail? Huh?"

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms.

She was instantly 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 as she shrieked, "Let me go,

Greg!"

"Let you go? I don't think you'll learn your place until I teach you 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, he had her pinned

against the wall.

Abigail could feel his warm breath tickling her cheek; it was steamy and somewhat aggravating.

She instinctively raised her leg to try and save herself, but Greg seemed to have anticipated this, for he

quickly clamped her long legs between his solid thighs.

Acutely aware of the heat 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 she sounded so demure and womanly that it

stirred something in Greg.

"Oh, now you're interested in talking? I've been wanting to talk things out with you since you returned

from abroad, 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, the more resentful and panicked she was, the more he

wanted to push her limits.

Abigail took in the roguish 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 knocked him hard on the face.

Given their height difference, she ended up butting her head against his chin.

"Crap!" Greg couldn't dodge her attack in time, and he felt his teeth sink into his tongue painfully, so

much so that he nearly cursed.

Despite her circumstances, Abigail went on to add insult to injury as she spat, "Serves you right!"

Enraged, Greg was close to abandoning all reason. He glowered at her, and when he saw the smirk on

her face, he suddenly dipped his head to capture her lips in an aggressive kiss.

At that moment, Abigail thought her mind had imploded.

However, he did not care how she felt. He was so enamored by the sweet taste of her that he had

completely forgotten he was trying to punish her. His tongue prodded through her soft lips, and he

explored her hungrily.

She struggled against him, but the more she whimpered in protest, the more aggressive he became. It

was almost as if he was trying to mold her into him.

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

resonated with the familiarity of her current predicament.

She felt her limbs grow numb as a 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 you

guys playing a kissing game? Can I play too?"

Greg and Abigail instantly stopped kissing. It was as though they had both been turned to stone, and

the heat of the moment dissipated into thin air.

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

indeed, heard Alissa's voice.

She quickly shoved Greg away from her.

Meanwhile, Greg was in shock as well. What's Alissa doing here? Did I imagine it? But before he could

react, he found himself being shoved backward by Abigail.

She had been so blinded by panic that she didn't realize the bathroom was right behind Greg, and with

one reckless shove, she ended up causing him to land on the bathroom floor with a loud thud.

"Abigail!" he growled, looking pathetic where he lay in the wet patch on the bathroom floor. He was

convinced that this woman was born to get on his nerves.

Abigail gaped at him. Then, she burst into laughter as she sang, "Serves you right!"

She pulled a face like how a child would, but before she could turn around, Alissa had brushed past her

and immediately reached out a hand toward Greg. "Daddy, are you okay? Here, I'll help you up." The

little girl was grinning at him pleasantly, and her eyes, which took after his, were glimmering like onyx

stones.

Greg softened at once, and he felt the rage in him die down as he said, "No, there's no need for that. I

can get up on my own. Now, step back so that I won't get all this dirty water on you; I wouldn't want to

mess up your pretty outfit."

He sounded so gentle and compassionate that even Abigail was shocked, especially since he had

come off as brusque and aggressive just moments ago. Is he really the same despicable scoundrel

from just now?

Presently, Alissa nodded and took two steps backward. Then, she dashed off to grab a towel from the

sideboard.

At the sight of this, Abigail's face darkened. Alissa did not know the meaning of obedience, and she

was born to be a rebel. When did she become such an angel?

Not only had the little girl become an angel all of a sudden, she had also gone to get a towel for Greg.

Naturally, this ignited Abigail's jealousy.

She stared at Alissa mutinously, but the little girl paid no mind to her as she handed the towel to Greg

while saying, "Daddy, dry yourself up before you catch a cold."

"Okay." Greg eyed the little girl in front of him tenderly. He took the towel, and in his mind flashed the

DNA test results he had seen earlier today. No! That can't be! This little girl is most definitely my

daughter!

There was a steely gleam in his eyes, and for a moment, his expression seemed tight. However, that

quickly disappeared as he wiped his hands with the towel. As things were, his clothes were soiled, and

he couldn't continue wearing them. He resorted to asking Troy to bring him a change of clothes, and by

the time he hung up the phone, he noticed that Alissa was staring at him keenly.

"What is it?" Greg asked gently.

Alissa hastily pointed out, "You never told me if you and Mommy were playing a kissing game, Daddy.

Can I join in the game?" She repeated the question earnestly, and she seemed rather serious about it.

Abigail blushed, and she was annoyed to hear Alissa refer to Greg as 'Daddy'. "Alissa, don't go around

calling random men 'Daddy'! He's not your father!"

Greg and Alissa turned to look at her in unison. "Hmm?"

Both of them had the same eyes, and Abigail uneasily swallowed the rest of her words. Since she was

unable to give her daughter a better explanation, she said stonily, "Come here. We're going back to the

hotel to get some rest."

"Why can't we stay at Daddy's place?" Alissa asked sorrowfully.

"Because I said so, and didn't I tell you that he isn't your daddy?"

"In that case, why don't you tell us who her real daddy is?" Greg interjected at last. He had shed his

angry demeanor and was behaving like the perfect gentleman, but Abigail could still sense his rage.

"Who he is doesn't concern you," Abigail retorted. She averted her gaze and reached out for Alissa.

"Come here, Allie."

Alissa glanced at Greg wistfully before looking at Abigail. Only then did she reluctantly walk over to the

latter, but she had only taken a step when Greg strode forward and scooped her into his arms. Then,

he marched out the door without sparing Abigail a second look.