The Forbidden Fruit

AN: I am still going to continue on A Bad Man, but, I feel like that one came out kind of rushed out of my excitement for the Dimeraux pairing (That's what I'm calling them as EJabby just sounds weird). So, I feel like this one is a bit more fleshed out and yes, there probably WILL be some similarities between the two.

Chapter 1

Abigail walked through the town square, the one that was named after her grandparents; the beloved Tom and Alice Horton. They were the pinnacle of romance and love and goodness in the city of Salem. The Horton name held a certain expectation behind it. Horton's weren't troublemakers. They were a paradigm of virtue in the community.

Her family had helped build the hospital in town as well as half the town. Alice had been like a grandmother to several close friends and families. A true matriarch if there ever was one.

Abigail hadn't been feeling particularly virtuous as of late. She had been trying to be a good big sister to JJ, trying to be a good role model to him. She had also been trying to be there for her mom. Abigail knew that after Jack died, Jen wouldn't ever be the same. She thought that maybe her mom could have been happy with Daniel, but, then they had their own issues. In the process of being such a good sister, daughter and friend to Gabi, Will and Sonny, she'd lost herself. Who she was.

Abigail had done things that made her question herself, her morals and her beliefs. Abigail hadn't had much experience in love and with her recent excursion, she was walking on autopilot. Her mind, lost in the sea of memories that she had just created. In her head she knew that sleeping with EJ DiMera was a horrendous, despicable, disastrous act. No good could ever come of it. She was a terrible person. EJ wasn't married, but, he was with Sami. The whole situation was just wrong; plain and simple.

"Then why did it feel so good?" she pondered internally.

It wasn't just the sex. Although she believed whole heartedly that EJ was just that skilled in the bedroom having slept with half of the women in Salem. No, it was the fact that it had been EJ himself. When they had talked about Chad or her father's book, it made her see him in a new light. A softer, more human light. In those moments, he wasn't 'EJ DiMera', Prince of Darkness of Salem, heir to DiMera Enterprises, evil doer. She had noticed that he wore his expensive suits, and his flip, arrogant attitude as a coat of armor. Up until recently, she'd only known his reputation of being a merciless, cold hearted, evil son of a bitch. "DiMera's are all evil." Her father's words came to mind.

To which, EJ had rightfully earned his reputation. "Oh no my dear, I most definitely am, a bad man". His words echoed through her ears. "This whole, 'bad man' thing. You don't quite pull it off", her own thoughts on the matter coursing through her mind. Her heart was pounding when she'd uttered those words to him, in his house. Her hands slightly shook as she awaited his response.

EJ had had no words for her then. His face was as still as stone, as if her words hadn't affected him. But his eyes, his dark, mysterious eyes held surprise right below the surface. Almost as if he was amused that she saw some decency in him after everything he'd done in his life. She licked her lips unconsciously as they shared a moment, trapped in the others gaze.

That was the first time EJ DiMera had made her heart flutter with the possibility that there was a real connection between them. He made it flutter again at the Horton Cabin. She had slipped. Let him know how she really thought of him; gave him the impression that she had thought about sleeping with him on more than one occasion, which she had. He had brought her close, his large, blood-stained hands that were hidden under a coat of expensive soap, wrapped around her tiny waist. His hand moved to her face, the look in his eyes, unsure if she really wanted this.

In that moment, Abigail had held the power and control over the situation. The fact that she knew that and EJ was giving her that, made a pitter-patter sound once again in her chest. She leaned in to him, her manicured hands resting on his finely chiseled chest. Abigail made the first move, her lips resting on his, waiting for a response. EJ had surprised her, kissed her back. EJ DiMera kissed her back. And he was passionate and demanding in his attack. There was a heavy desire, an almost urgent need in him.

Abigail was jumbled out of her memories when her phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was him. It was a text message.

EJ: Need to speak to you. About Chad.

"About Chad, my ass," she thought. Responding back she wrote: Where?

EJ: Come to the mansion.

Abigail: I'll be right there.

Abigail put her phone back in her pocket. A churn of butterflies floating effortlessly through her stomach at the fact that she was on her way to see him. What did he really want to talk to her about? She sure as hell had a few things to say to him. They never did sort out what exactly happened between them and why. She knew her feelings on the matter and on him. What were his? Whatever they were, she wasn't going to tolerate any games from him. She'd been played once by a DiMera. Her heart had shattered with Chad's lie, more than she was willing to admit. She'd be damned if it happened again. What was the old saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Turning to the left, she made her way toward the mansion. It was a few blocks away from the town square. Just enough time to let her nerves settle and prepare for whatever may be behind those expensive mahogany doors. She knew one thing that rest inside and he was trouble with a capital T.