Lucas I held her in my arms so close and then could not resist the urge to reach over and kiss her on the forehead. She snuggled closer like a baby would and I just stayed in that position. I could hear our hearts beating as I recline my head. The impact of what we had just done was beginning to dawn on me as I felt really exhausted. It was as if a power hose had been plugged into my mainstream and every ounce of energy was drained from my body. Yet, I was not faltered. I just wanted to stay here.In this space and time with her.Abigail had made me feel different than I would ever feel with any woman and deep down, I knew she was the right one for me. She was just there, and when I looked down at her, her eyes were beginning to close gently. She must have noticed or felt that I was looking at her as she suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at me. I returned it with a smile as well."Tired?" I asked her."You have no idea." She responded."Okay. Sleep and I'll think of what to tell th
~Lucas~ I sat behind my desk, scrutinizing the financial reports in front of me, when the door swung open. I raised my head to see my best friend, Gavin Wellington walk in, he’s the only one who comes into my company like he owns it. Always grins like he's the most handsome fella in the world, but today his usual carefree demeanor somehow felt broody.I became alert, wondering what was disturbing him.“What’s wrong?” I asked my tone firm but laced with concern, leaning my back on the chair comfortably as I studied him. He dropped into the leather chair not far away from my desk, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me.He let out a sigh and scrunched his aristocratic nose up, “I’m sick,” he declared.My brows furrowed, “Well, this place ain't a hospital my dear friend. Get your ass outta my office and go meet a doctor,” I said and he let out a sarcastic laughter.Of course, I knew that wasn't the main purpose of him coming here, the Gavin I know doesn't like it when I know h
~Abigail~I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto.It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people.Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me.“Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny.She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so.“Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave.
~Abigail~ We were surrounded by the gentle murmurs of other diners. The smell of grilled salmon and freshly baked bread filled the air. I expected dad and I to have dinner at home prepared by Aunt Meg, but dad decided we should go out on a dinner date and spend quality time together.I loved the atmosphere here in the restaurant. It's a 5-star restaurant and can only be reserved if you're a VVIP and you've booked three months earlier, but my dad and I with other little privileged people can just come in anytime, any day. That's one of the advantages of being a Wellington. The view here makes Montreal far more beautiful, especially at night. The landscapes and buildings are just top notch if you're looking from this restaurant's view.I sliced into my steak, a small smile on my face as I recounted the moments with my friends.“Toronto is amazing, Dad,” I said, my eyes lightning up.“The food, the culture, and my friends—oh, you remember my friends, Taylor and Mike, right?” I prattled.
~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T
~Lucas~ As Abigail stormed out of the office, the door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back in my chair, a sly grin tugging on my lips. Her expression—tight-lipped, eyes flashing her—gave her away. No doubt she was angry, which almost made me chuckle. I hadn't expected her to agree to her father's request, and moreover, the way she took my criticism, I thought she would snap at me and quit, yet she hadn't done any of that.The look of her barely containing her anger flashed in my head, and I chuckled. She does have her dad's temper, and it is far more entertaining than anything I've ever come across. When she had walked into the meeting room, her beauty had caught me off guard. I hadn't seen her since she was a teenager, all gangly limbs and shy smiles. Now standing right in front of me in that smart business outfit, and her gingered hair styled in a bun made her look more like a mature lady who radiated from grace. Her delicate face was one of a kind; those slim lips were t
~Abigail~I watched my dad walk toward the plane, the tarmac beneath his feet gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The harsh roar of the engines in the distance drowned out everything else. He had his suitcase in hand, his expression focused but calm, the usual air of authority about him. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the faintest trace of unease in his eyes as he glanced back toward me.“Be good, Abby,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying despite the noise.I tried to smile, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t let me. Instead, I simply nodded, hoping I didn’t look as miserable as I felt. Dad didn’t like to show emotions, and I could already tell this trip was going to be harder for both of us than he let on.It wasn’t just that he was leaving for two months; it was the fact that his business trips meant no communication for the most part.“Daddy, I’ll miss you,” I whispered to myself, but of course, he was already inside the plane, heading toward hi
Breaking Point ~Abigail~I was buried in my work, my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. The ache in my back and shoulders had long since become a dull throb, but I chose to ignore it. I had so much to do, and I couldn’t afford to stop now. If I could just finish this report, maybe I’d take a break, maybe grab a coffee, maybe even go home early.“Abigail…” I suddenly heard my name.I lifted my head with a slight groan, expecting maybe one of my team members but what I saw instead made my brow furrow with confusion.Lucas.“Grumpy old man!” I muttered under my breath. His eyes met mine, sharp and piercing, as though I were some sort of puzzle he was always trying to figure out. The slight lift of his brow, his typical half-smirk, only deepened my discomfort.“I need you to come with me,” Lucas said, his voice calm but firm.My brow furrowed further, and I leaned back in my chair. “Come with you? To where?” I didn’t like the sound of that.“Meeting,” he said succinctly, tilting his
Lucas I held her in my arms so close and then could not resist the urge to reach over and kiss her on the forehead. She snuggled closer like a baby would and I just stayed in that position. I could hear our hearts beating as I recline my head. The impact of what we had just done was beginning to dawn on me as I felt really exhausted. It was as if a power hose had been plugged into my mainstream and every ounce of energy was drained from my body. Yet, I was not faltered. I just wanted to stay here.In this space and time with her.Abigail had made me feel different than I would ever feel with any woman and deep down, I knew she was the right one for me. She was just there, and when I looked down at her, her eyes were beginning to close gently. She must have noticed or felt that I was looking at her as she suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at me. I returned it with a smile as well."Tired?" I asked her."You have no idea." She responded."Okay. Sleep and I'll think of what to tell th
Abby It had been a moment of bliss for me and I could not get over the fact that we had just made love. It had to be called love making with the way he had handled me. To think that I had orgasmed twice in a row was really mind blowing and that made me wonder why I had been hesitant all these time. I mean, no man had been so gentle yet so rough with me. Lucas knew his way around a woman's body and he did not fail to make me feel the impact. I looked into his eyes now, with my eyes glistening from the desire of his warmth.He really had been something else. He was still inside me when I recalled we were supposed to be somewhere. I mean, we did not drive all the way from his house to mine just to make love. Truthfully, for a moment there, I realised that I had forgotten everything. What was wrong with my brain and shutting itself down all of the sudden. This man here was supposed to get me to work.Of course! We were supposed to be at work and owing to the fact that we had wasted so m
LucasI had lost it completely. I could tell because I was behaving like some wild ox. I lost every sense of reasoning the moment I entered her house and stood there staring at her for sometime. Abigail looked so beautiful as she stood away from me without her shirt on. I knew that I could not resist, so I asked her to help me by sending me away. I still wonder if my brain said one thing to me and my lips said another to her as she just started undressing.I wanted to tell her to stop it. That was my brain speaking because in my heart, I was enjoying the scene as she reached behind and took off her bra, baring her boobs before my eyes. Dang it, Abigail, you should be helping me. Your father would kill me if he found out that this was happening. Besides, he might forgive you but he would hate me forever.Just, stop and send me away.She did not care I guess about rules or anything. She simply reached down and pulled her pants off as she smiled weirdly at me. Clearly, she was teasing me
AbbyIt had been a moment of bliss yet too quiet between us. I wanted more of him and was hoping that he would walk over to me and embrace me so we could get this party started again when he shook my world with that question. He wanted to know if we were going to talk about what had just happened. I mean, I was the lady and that was definitely my own line of speech if something had happened between us initially. Hearing him asking it right now had me worried and confused as to what he actually wanted from me.I decided to play it smarter.If he wanted us to talk about what had just happened, then I wanted to have us start from the very beginning. He would have to tell me just why he used my name as his passcode to his home. Also, I needed answers as to that kiss the other day. Merging that with what happened today and what I knew about his home passcode, I had this inkling that there was more to it than meets the eyes.Apparently, I had him by the bullocks as he squirmed away from the
Lucas It had been such a time with her but I did not know what else to do. The moment she had tapped me, I feared it was a way to stop me from going further. The first thing that came to my mind was that I was probably taking advantage of her and it did not make much sense to me. I did not want to pass out as a pervert that had taken advantage of his friend's daughter. So, I halted despite the fact I wanted to continue. Looking at her, to know if I had done something wrong, Abigail pointed to the burning food.My, I nearly laughed out loud. I mean, all along, I had been worried over nothing. She was a great woman because I could remember a certain time with Lucinda. I of course had been making breakfast for us and she had been more interested in getting me to fuck her. She kept pressuring me on just how fun it would be to have sex in the kitchen and eventually I did succumb. Long story short, we ended up going out for breakfast as everything was charred by the time I took notice.Abi
AbbyHe was being rather too close. Closer than I had imagined and by this I was referring to his questions. Why was he suddenly so interested in knowing what my spec was? Did he actually care when we all know that he cared about that damned actress who did not know her place. For a moment, I was remote to ignore but my insides were burning with the wishful thinking that he might actually care about it. Who knows, that could have explained why he kissed me the other night and then fled I hesitated a little to see what he did but then I agreed with him that I did not care for drunk men. This was not to make him feel silly. It was just the only way I could tell him that I cared about him without telling him. I clearly understand that notion behind the whole spec and kind syndrome. I was expected to say an exact physical requirement but then, if I did, he would know I cared about him.I had been hoping that he would drop the subject right there so we do not delve deeper and that he woul
Lucas I have no idea why I was being this way but the notion that something might have happened between the both of us did actually appeal to me. I mean, she was all I have been desiring for the longest time now and really, it has been a rollercoaster being close to her.However, if we did have sex while I was drunk. I was actually going to battle with myself for not being awake through the process. In fact, I would find my way to get that memory back. Who knows, I just might build something with her."You aren't saying anything." Her voice cut into my stream of thoughts and I looked at her as I shook my head."No. Nevermind. I wasn't expecting anything." I said rather too quickly. It gave off falsehood even in my ears and I felt like I was making a big mistake."If your asking if we fucked last night, then I would like to break it to you that nothing happened." She said to me,Why did she have to say it like that? Like it was such a bad thing or maybe, that I was diseased or somethi
Abby I froze instantly as I tightened my eyes.. What on earth was he doing here? He shook be sleeping or something, bright? Or wait, they had their outing too."It is you, Abigail!" This was Sarah calling me and she sounded drunk.Slowly, I wheeled around to find myself face to face with Jack and a not so sober Sarah. Somebody tell me something I was missing right this instant!!! Did they start a drunken night celebration and no one informed me? Even Jack himself had signs of tiredness and drinking but he was sober."Hey, guys." I greeted."Fancy running into you here. You're getting hangover drugs?" He asked me.There was this look in his eyes that I really did not want to think about because I did not want to assume things with him. He was just my really nice colleague and that was all there was."Ah, yes. Fancy running into you here too." I responded."Someone drunk?" He asked me."Yes but definitely not me. My friend. She went and partied. Had so much to drink. I met her in my ho
AbbyI had been on the call for a long time with Taylor as I needed help with my mood. She really was a great friend and if anything, I was so glad she was the one talking to me. We kept on talking until she started feeling sleepy and I needed a cold shower so I could sleep heavily in anticipation of what other heartache that damned Lucas would bring my way.I got ready and packed up my things as I went to the bedroom and undressed. In a short time, I was under the shower as I let the cold water splash on my body. I felt a lot better now but then, I had to ruin everything by beginning to wonder what it would feel like if it was me and that asshole under the shower at this time. Perhaps even, it would be really fun and enjoyable but I did not really want to think about it that way. I just wanted to get rid of every feeling that I had for Lucas and focus on my life perhaps. Who knows what I would find, happiness and new friends? I could even mingle with others and not be scared that he