A/N: This chapter contains smut and it may seem a bit out of character at first, but as the fic goes on, it will make more sense….I hope lol. Enjoy. Leave some reviews please!

November 1912

"Where are you taking those muffins?" Elizabeth asked Abigail with hands on her hips as if she were offended she wasn't allowed to have one.

"I am going to Henry Gowen's to convince him not to sell the cafe." Abigail told her.

"To his house?" Elizabeth asked, stunned.

"Yes. Bringing muffins to his office used to work. This way it seems more personal and frankly…I'm desperate."

"Desperate?"

"Yes….Elizabeth, I've finally found my purpose other than being a wife and mother. It's through my cafe. Feeding people. Cooking and baking for you all. In my own way….And if Henry sells the cafe to that awful man, I will be doing things HIS way…and yet again…I will be doing everything a man says. I do not want to go back to that."

"I understand." Elizabeth nodded. "And I support you, one hundred percent."

"Thank you." Abigail softly smiled and hugged her best friend before lifting the basket of muffins she had baked just for Henry, exactly the way he liked them.

"Good luck." Elizabeth told her as she headed for the back door of the cafe, leaving it with a deep breath of confidence and she headed down the street toward Henry's mansion just outside of town.

It didn't take her long to realize that the route she had taken was that of hers and Henry's on the morning that they met, heading toward the fishing creek. She placed her basket of muffins on her right forearm and sighed to herself, now being reminded of the basket of eggs she had with her the first time they laid eyes on each other. They could have been good friends. She knew it. They got along so well before he felt betrayed in some way by her. But she knew not to blame herself. She had done nothing wrong and neither had he. It was all an embarrassing misunderstanding and Henry just didn't take it too well. Abigail often wondered if his outrage on the situation had more to do with his feeling foolish than it did with his being upset.

These were all questions she wanted answered yet another part of her didn't want to care so much if it were true that the death of her son and husband was Henry's fault entirely. If her dream of running a farm with Noah was truly crushed by Henry and his jealousy, she wanted to hear it from his own lips. If her dream of having more children was crushed because of him and their tiny rowhouse and lack of money, she needed him to tell her himself.

Her anger only metastasized the second she reached his mansion, seeing its size for the first time and the beautiful garden out front near his car. Abigail's jaw fell open as she looked up at the two story house, wondering why one man would need such a big place all to himself.

She regained her composure, closing her mouth finally as she reached his big Navy blue door, using the metal knocker on it to see if Henry was even home.

After a few series of big knocks, the door opened to reveal Henry in an all gray suit and a sky blue button down underneath it.

"What? No butler?" Abigail joked when she saw that it was Henry opening his own front door.

"No. No butler." Henry replied half-heartedly.

She raised the basket up in the air a bit. "I brought you freshly baked muffins."

Without a word, Henry stepped aside to allow Abigail inside his corridor. She looked around at the marble floors and mahogany walls, clutching the basket in her fists, wanting to admire the mansion, but feeling too furious to really pay attention to it.

"This way." Henry gestured toward the left of the front door, leading her into his study. It looked no different, Abigail thought, to his office in town really, other than his home office having a darker lighting which seemed to fit his personality better. "You can set them down there." Henry told her, gesturing for her to set the basket of muffins down on the left corner of his desk.

Abigail did as he said and looked to her right at his fireplace, noting that it seemed to have been lit for hours this morning. It was now, only JUST 8 o'clock in the morning and she decided to ask him, "Have you been up since four thirty?"

"What do you want, Abigail?"

"It's not about what I want. It's what I need." She stated.

"I'm listening." Henry said, though he mentally kicked himself for always trying to help Abigail though she hardly ever seemed to help him.

"I need you to reconsider selling the cafe." She said in a strong voice, making sure her fear of him would not show in her tone.

"We talked about this, Abigail. You no longer want to be my business partner and I understand that. Frankly it would be strange to stay partners after all that's happened with the trial and with whatever is going on between you and Bill."

"That's nothing. It is over with now." Abigail told him, though she wasn't quite sure why she felt that she even needed to reassure him that her and Bill were no longer a thing.

"That is why I knew sending Nora to you would be the right thing." Henry said, a bit smugly as he sat in his chair behind the desk.

"YOU…sent Nora to me? Why would you do that?"

"Because I know you are an honorable woman and I knew that once you knew Bill was married, you'd call off whatever it was you two had going. I know first hand that you find marriage sacred."

"Oh, don't be so foolish, Henry. It has been nearly twenty years. You would think you would be over it by now. And to be throwing this childish tantrum all this time at your age is not endearing nor admirable, it is pathetic."

"Pathetic?"

"Yes, Henry. Pathetic. When we first met, you were such a gentleman. I cannot believe that your finding out I had a husband turned you into this hateful man."

"You didn't know anything about me. I could have been this hateful man all along."

"Yes. You are right…And it was a mistake to come here." She turned to leave, but his voice stopped her.

"I'm only doing what's best for you. Your cafe would be better off if it were run by someone who knows the field, who's been running cafes for years. That person is not me. And we both know you can't afford to buy out my half of the business now."

She sighed, having wanted to leave, but she turned around to face him again. "What do I have to do to convince you not to sell?"

"Nothing, Abigail. I have made up my mind." He told her coldly.

"No…I refuse to believe you don't have an ulterior motive here. You're Henry Gowen. Everything you do is for personal gain. What would you gain by getting rid of the cafe?" She asked him.

He moved the cloth that she had placed over the muffins and took one, having a bite of it without an answer to her question. Looking her dead in the eye, he chewed slowly before swallowing and having another bite.

Abigail rolled her eyes and turned to leave his study again. "You're welcome." She said, appalled by his rudeness in not even thanking her for the muffins.

Before she could reach the door, Henry spoke finally. "I am signing the contract tomorrow." Abigail stopped dead in her tracks. "You will have new instructions from the new owner by Monday and he will be making some changes to the cafe. Including its name." He took another bite.

That stung worse than hearing the cafe would be sold. A change to the name of the cafe? HER cafe? She spent hours…No. DAYS, fixing that cafe and building it back from the ground up. SHE repainted it. Inside and out. SHE fixed it all. It was HERS. HER DREAM. And she was not about to let ANYONE take it from her. Least of all, Henry. He had taken so much from her already. This was the last straw.

She turned around and walked right up to his desk, going around it to stand beside his chair, slightly leaning over him before she turned his chair so it was facing her. She grabbed the muffin out of his hand and placed it on the desk. Only a second of hesitation stopped her before she took Henry's face in both of her hands and kissed him harshly.

Henry was surprised but intrigued, yet confused and he pulled his head back to break the kiss. "What are you-"

"You want me, right? This is what you've been waiting for. This is why you've been punishing the entire town." She stood up straight again before reaching up under her skirt, pulling off her under slip and dropping it to the floor. Henry watched in complete confusion. "This is why you keep punishing ME." She kept looking into his eyes as she began to undo his belt followed by his pants and she pushed them down along with his underwear. Her eyes glanced down into his naked lap to get a look at how big he was and she froze for a moment in shock at his size before kissing him again and he grabbed her biceps, pushing her away for a moment.

They just stared into each other's eyes briefly and Abigail pulled her right arm out of his grip to slap him in the face. He grabbed her wrist and noticed the pain in her eyes, his heart breaking at all the hurt he had caused her. Yes, he wanted to make her life difficult after he found out she was married. But he never intended on getting her husband or son killed.

God, he wasn't THAT much of a monster.

Was he?

The look in her eyes told him that he was and he felt sick to his stomach just being Henry Gowen. But his body reacted to seeing the rage in her eyes and betrayed his thoughts of pain, his member between his legs growing the longer he held Abigail's wrist and looked into her eyes with so much passion and hatred.

"I'm sorry." Two words escaped his lips that NEITHER of them had expected to hear from him and Abigail crashed her lips against his again. "I'm sorry." Henry said again as their lips were still intertwined.

Abigail let out a breath, hearing him say it again and she felt her own body deceiving her as Henry's had deceived him and she straddled him, hiking her skirt up some more so Henry could feel her wetness drip between her legs and onto his member and he let out an unintentional moan before Abigail impatiently reached below her skirt, taking hold of him and positioning him at her entrance before she moved down on him slowly, since he was so big, and she whined into his mouth.

"A-Abigail…" he softly growled into their kiss, "Why are you-" He pressed his lips together to stop himself from moaning or growling again.

"Don't speak." Abigail demanded in a whisper against his lips as she started to move her hips in a rhythm, causing her breathing to grow heavier, her hot breaths hitting Henry Gowen's lips. She needed him to stay quiet so that she wouldn't be reminded of who this was.

It didn't work. No matter how hard she tried to think of something or someONE else…she couldn't seem to forget that it was Henry who was inside of her. And he felt so good. And she was ashamed. But that made it feel even better. And more intense.

The more she remembered it was him…the more ashamed she became and the more ashamed she was…the more angry…and the more angry…the faster she moved her hips and the better it felt. She couldn't hold back her moans anymore as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her right hand in his hair, pulling on it with vicious strength. She moved against him with so much hate that it grew more passionate and her moans grew even louder.

Soon, Henry growled through his own moan, leaning up to kiss and bite at Abigail's neck though his actions were not filled with hate like hers were. They were apologetic and just as passionate as Abigail's. He swiftly lifted her up with his strong arms, staying inside her before setting her down on his desk and moving in and out of her sensually for a bit before he pulled away and sank to his knees, moving his head up her skirt to pleasure her with his tongue.

Abigail leaned her hands back on the desk behind her as she opened her legs more for him and she found herself growing more distraught at her own choices before she suddenly gasped, letting out a louder moan and she came, reaching her climax unexpectedly at the hands of Henry Gowen…well, not exactly at his hands.

He continued to tease her with his tongue before she pushed his head away from under her skirt and spoke out of breath. "I-I-...I'm done." She whimpered. Henry stood up tall again and kissed her neck once more before pulling away and leaning over, about to pull his pants and underwear back up, but Abigail grabbed his face with both her hands and kissed him hungrily. "You are not done yet." She demanded before kissing him again. Henry hummed into the kiss, reaching up to begin unbuttoning Abigail's blouse but she slapped at his hands. "You do not get the luxury of seeing me." She said in a harsh tone, making sure Henry knew he would NEVER see her naked…especially since they were not married and he obeyed, placing his hands in her hair instead and kissing her more.

The kiss went on and on as Abigail reached between them, massaging his member with her hand for a while until she made him push inside of her under her skirt again and they did what they had to do till the both of them were fully satisfied. Abigail, who had finished two more times and Henry, who had finally finished inside the widow with a shameful yet relieved hum.

As soon as Abigail could feel his juices inside of her, she pushed him away and hopped off the desk, grabbing her under slip and pulling it back on beneath her skirt. "Do we have an agreement?" She asked Henry.

"W-What?" He asked her, out of breath still.

"You are not selling the cafe." She demanded. "If you don't…then I will consider spending more time with you." She said in a tone that suggested she meant more sex if he behaved.

Henry was too shocked and dumbfounded to even answer her in time before she was gone from his mansion that morning and he stood there frozen….used, confused…..and even a little bit impressed.