Sweet Seduction

Book 1: Chapter 3

Angela's POV

I got home and realized mom had already prepared dinner, she was in her room making herself up like a bride who will be facing her groom for the first time tonight.

Mom came to my room and reminded me of our visitors and she also pleaded with me to show up and not be late.

I didn't say a word, I continued to play games on my laptop and barely even spared her a glance.

She walked out disappointedly, but I was more disappointed because this was happening for real. So Mom is really doing this? She's really getting married to her new lover?

I bit my lip and stared hard at the screen. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I just felt angry and alone. How could she move on so fast?

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A few minutes before their arrival, I dressed myself up and went downstairs to join mom while we waited for them.

As much as I tried to smile, the guilt couldn't leave me, I kept seeing a glimpse of Dad’s face, unhappy, and fazed.

The doorbell suddenly rang and Mom jolted up excitedly, “They are here, go get the door.” She exclaimed as she carefully adjusted her golden colored dress to fit perfectly into her.

As I walked up to the door, I stood still for a second, holding the doorknob. Something didn’t feel right. My chest felt tight, and my hand was shaking a little.

I sluggishly dragged myself up from the chair and strolled towards the door, but the moment I twisted the doorknob open, I suddenly froze.

My body went cold. I couldn’t move. My heart was beating fast, and I felt like the floor was shaking under me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Standing in front of me was the doctor who handled my abortion a few weeks ago—the same man I’d slept with that same night.

****FLASHBACK****

It was raining that day, and I felt completely broken after the abortion. I was so depressed that I tried to end my life. After leaving the hospital, I took a knife and cut my wrist.

I didn’t even feel the pain. I just watched the blood ooze out, and I didn’t care. I really wanted everything to end.

What I didn’t know was that the doctor had secretly followed me—and he saved my life that night.

I didn’t thank him. I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up. I just wanted everything to end. I told him to leave me alone.

Later that night, I went to a bar, drank myself to stupor and got completely wasted. While I was heading back home, drunk and wasted, some guys on the street tried to rob me—but the same doctor showed up again and rescued me.

I was crying so much that I could hardly breathe, but he held me close like he really cared—perhaps he did. No one had done that for me in a long time.

I had no idea he was still following me.

That was the night everything changed.

He saved me three times:

First—from the shame of the abortion.

Second—from taking my own life.

Third—from being attacked by thugs.

And somehow… that night, I fell for him.

I didn’t even realize when I threw myself at him. He didn’t pull away. We ended up having the wildest night together—the kind of night you don’t forget. Honestly, it was the best s*x I’ve ever had.

After that, I vanished from his life. Every time he tried to see me again, I said no. I felt guilty. It felt wrong being with someone that much older—someone around my mom’s age. But that night, he made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. He didn’t even look his age. He looked younger… and that night, the way he touched me, the size of him… I still think about it. I’ve even touched myself just thinking about him.

I fell for my abortion doctor. How crazy is that?

****END OF FLASHBACK****

“No, this isn't happening. This can't be the same man my Mom has fallen in love with.” I thought as my legs started to tremble slightly underneath me.

Dr. Rookie stood in front of me, holding a bunch of red flowers. Damn, he looked even hotter and more put-together than I remembered. Just for my mom? I thought.

I swallowed hard, my eyes darting to his side to see if he was with somebody because I can remember mom clearly said her fiance was coming with his son.

My eyes dropped open and my mouth slightly parting as I gasped for air.

“Dr. Rookie?” I whispered in shock.

He seemed shocked too, but he was quick to brace his expression the moment he saw my Mom coming behind me.

I forced a smile, but I was shaking inside. I felt sick. What if Mom finds out? What if he says something?

I can't believe my random doctor from my former city whom I'd had a one night stand with is now claiming the place of my late father.

Dr. Rookie smiled politely at me as he pretended we've never met before.

“You must be Angela. I've heard so much about you.” He smiled softly as he spoke, bracing it all up like this was our first time meeting.

My pulse roared in my ears. I nodded slowly, pretending everything was normal. But nothing felt normal at all.

“Hey, you made it.” Mom came talking from my back. She carefully shoved me aside as she went to hug her man.

I watched in silence and disbelief.

I wanted to throw up. I didn’t want to see him holding my mom like that. I felt dirty and confused.

I couldn't even blink.

This is the second time I'm wishing to vanish into the thin air today.

“Come on in.” Mom smiled as she walked him to the already-waiting dining table, and Dr. Rookie had his arm wrapped around mom's snake waist.

“This is for you,” he said softly, handing my mom the red roses he’d been holding.

Mom giggled softly as she collected the flowers and sniffed it softly before placing it beside her on the table.

We all sat around the dinner table but I was mostly left out because I was dumb-looking due to the shock from seeing Dr. Rookie in our house.

I sat opposite mom, but I wasn't comfortable in my black dress because I was forced to wear it, so I could look more ‘girly’ and ‘responsible’ as described by my mom.

Dr. Rookie was looking decent, polite, maybe too polite—compared to the slutty, dirty things we did on that night.

“You've a beautiful daughter…she's just as beautiful as her mom.” He complimented while he placed gentle kisses on mom's forehead. Mom giggled and started to serve his food.

While mom wasn't looking, Rookie and I locked eyes, but I couldn't say a word, neither could he.

He instantly looked away the moment mom's eyes darted back towards him.

“So, what grade are you, Angela?” He asked with a fatherly interest.

“FAKE!” a voice screamed inside my head.

I shook my head quickly and tried to stay calm. I wanted to scream back at him, but I held it in.

“Second year.” I mumbled. I made sure I kept my answers short while I ate my food like I loved it, but I didn't. I just wanted my mouth to be full with the food so I wouldn't be able to talk even when he asks me anything.

“Where's your son?” My mom asked with a smile.

“Oh, he's just being dramatic,” Dr. Rookie laughed. “A small misunderstanding, but he'll definitely come around and meet you all soon. He's a good boy.” Rookie explained with a bitter, less convincing smile.

“A small misunderstanding?” I thought. I bet his son didn't buy the idea of a new family too, perhaps, that's the reason behind his absence tonight.

I barely looked up while the two lovers were having their chit chat.

I just couldn't wait for the night to end, I felt like dying right now.

“Angela, you haven't said anything to your dad.” Mom suddenly blurted and my heart pounded at the sound of the word ‘Dad’.

That word hit me hard. It didn’t feel right. He’s not my dad. My real dad is gone, and this man can never replace him.

“How's this even possible?” I thought.

I smiled faintly, “It's nice to meet you.” I whispered, my voice was barely audible.

“I hope we get along well, Angela.” Rookie muttered with a gentle smile as he stylishly brushed away the strands of hair falling to his face.

I nodded my head softly, still unable to look up.

“Hey, honey…so when will you and Angela finally move into my house?” Rookie suddenly asked and mom smiled as though she was expecting the question from the beginning.

My fork suddenly hovered in mid-air.

"Wait! What did I just hear?" I thought.

Move in? Just like that? I didn’t even know we were going to live in his house. No one told me anything.

The question caught me off guard, “Wait, are we moving into his house?” I thought.

I couldn't contain my growing nervousness anymore, so I dropped my fork and lifted my head up sharply, “I lost my appetite.” I muttered almost too calmly, but I was dying inside.

Without saying another word, I stood up and walked out of the dining room and towards my room.

I stepped into my room and banged the door behind me and I felt the entire household shake, I was certain they felt it too.

I leaned on the door and let out a deep breath. My chest was heavy, and I felt like screaming. Everything was just too much.

I took off my clothes and went straight to bed, but just as sleep started to drift towards me, visions of my aborted child flooded my mind, screaming, crying, and cursing me for hindering his existence.

He kept asking me, “Why did you do it?” I held my pillow tight and cried quietly. I wished I could go back and fix everything.