Abigail admired the sun through her amber tinted sunglasses. She was on the rooftop of her favorite restaurant. It had been ages since she went out just by herself without the kids and truth be told she had not really planned to go anywhere after she finished from work, her plan was to pick up her kids from Maya, then tuck them into bed and reward herself with a relaxing bath in her Jacuzzi. But when Stephanie came barging into her office with a promise of sponsoring her lunch she couldn't exactly refuse. Taking her champagne from the table She took a small sip and proceeded to bask in the sun. She turned as she heard footsteps to see Stephanie walking back to their table. "You took a while in there. Got lost?" "I was there for 5 minutes!" Stephnanie countered, smoothing her short skirt before taking her seat. "Nope, you left at about 5:19 , its 5:31." "Oh my God, no wonder your workers can't stand you, you are a fucking control freak." Stephanie yelled throwing hee hands up
"So what do you think?" Marcel asked, concluding his story. He told his sister everything, from the first time he met Abigail to the proposal. By the time he was done Hailey had gone through several different emotions most of which was disbelief. "Are you fucking joking, of course you are going to take it" The look on Hailey's face suggested that it should be obvious what her brother should do. Hailey had always been a head first kid. Marcel knew this but he always admired her for it and how quick she made decisions and how rarely it ever backfired. She was only sixteen and she had acquired so much that Marcel was more of a proud father rather than an older brother. Out of his three sisters, Marcel was closest to Hailey. She was his little baby sister, feisty and strong-headed just like their late mother. "You think so?" Marcel asked, running his fingers through his hair like he was unsure if it was a good idea. "Do I? bro, you can't possibly be thinking of passing up an o
A bouquet of flowers arrived at Abigail Weston's office on Monday morning. She was busy getting ready for the monthly board meeting when Walter burst into her office holding a huge rose bouquet that covered his face and almost the top half of his body. He was doing his best not to look surprised at what he was carrying as he placed the flowers on a brown marble table close to the entrance."This came for you ma'am." Abigail looked at the bouquet of flowers as if any moment it would sprout out snakes and bite her. "For me?" She questioned, her tone flat. She was still staring cautiously at the flowers."Who are they from?""A Mr Marcel Williams Ma." Walter read the card out loud.Walter handed the card to her and Abigail took it, dismissing Walter.*Start your week with a bouquet of flowers and enjoy good fortune.* Abigail's brows furrowed in confusion. What did that even mean?? She thought.A tiny piece of paper fell from the card and she bent to pick it up. "In honor of our contrac
It was a Tuesday evening and Marcel had just come back from his evening run. All he wanted to do was take a shower as he was sweaty. Wiping sweat off his forehead and with the anticipation of getting into the shower, he opened the door to his apartment to find his sister, Hailey on his couch. "Hey Bro." Hailey smiled at her brother as soon as he entered. Marcel jumped in surprise, cursing under his breath. He had not expected to meet her there. Of course he decided to give her a key to his apartment. He briefly regretted his decision. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked a slight annoyance in his voice. "What I can't come say hi to my favorite brother anymore?" She asked. "Wow, money really do change people." She added huffing. "Why didn't you call first at least?" He groaned internally, didn't need any of snide remarks. "I have to call to be able to get into your house now? You gave me a spare key!" "You know sometime I regret giving you a spare key to my apartment."
Marcel walked past Eustas who was holding the door for them, into the study. Hailey towed closely behind him looking out of place. She wore a Blue Jean and grey T shirt and held a back pack. Marcel wore something similar, A T shirt and Jeans. He locked eyes with Abigail who was sitting behind her desk, and smiled, Abigail didn't reciprocate his smile.. even though her eyes were fixedated on him. She watched as he approached her, like a hawk would watch his prey before striking. Her hair was in a bun again, Marcel was almost convinced that the bun was permanently glued to her head because of how often she wore it. She wasn't wearing any make up or if she was he couldn't tell. She truly is a beautiful woman. Marcel couldn't understand for the life of him why she would need to pay someone to act as her husband. There were plenty of men who'd be lucky to have her despite her rude nature. As he got closer he noticed another woman sitting beside Abigail. A slim curvy woman with curly
Abigail sat at the edge of the couch looking uncomfortable and out of place as she waited for Marcel in his apartment. She was surprised at how small it was, she didn't realize houses could be this tiny. The living room was significantly smaller than her bathroom. how do people live like this?... She pondered. She glanced around, surveying the place... though it was small but it was well decorated for a man's place. Her eyes moved around the room, wondering if at any moment the building would cave in and trap her inside. When she had stopped by this morning to pick Marcel up, for shopping, she didn't think she would have to be kept waiting and worse in a tiny box but when he said he had to shower, she couldn't exactly refuse even though it irked her. She hated people that did not have regard for time, after much persuasion from Marcel she had decided to wait in his building till he showered and changed out of his running clothes. How long does it take one to shower? She mused q
"Where are you going?" Abigail asked in a hushed tone, looking side to side to make sure nobody heard her. Marcel who was already marching towards Rachel turned back to answer her question. "To confront her." "That's a terrible idea. Sit back down." "No." He turned to move again but Abigail held his hands, halting him. "Trust me you don't want to do this." Abigail said. Marcel stared down at her and then sat down. "What exactly were you planning to say to her when you got there?" "Ask what she's doing here." "Obviously, she's supposed to be at work right now." Abigail chuckled. Marcel stared at her confused. "Is something funny Miss Weston?" "Well, yes. You would have just succeeded embarrassing yourself, if she has a plausible reason for being here, you'll end up annoying her and looking like a fool and if she doesn't.. she'll lie to you. In both scenarios you'd be made to look silly. I suggest you watch her from here, see if she does anything suspicious before confronting her
"It's your wedding day bro, maybe smile a little." Hailey said, arranging Marcel's tie. She was wearing a mini blue gown that Abigail got for her and she was excited. More excited than her brother was.Marcel wore a black tuxedo, his hair was made to fall a little over his face and his shoes were the darkest shades of black. He had his hands beside him balled into fists. He didn't realize it until Hailey pointed it out. His head was plagued with the thought of Racheal. It was a week after lunch with Abigail and he confronted her and she had gotten mad.Granted he had been less than tactical in his approach but that was because he was hurt. She had stormed out furious at him. She has not picked any of his phone calls since then and Marcel was worried. He knew she was okay but he was scared she'd do something that would jeopardize their relationship again."It's Rachel, we had an argument a few days ago." He finally admitted. "You are choking me Hails." His hands went up the collar
"I can't believe you guys would dump your own wedding reception! We were looking for you guys." Hailey exclaims walking into the hotel room Marcel and Abigail were in. "Here is the clothes you asked me to get for you.” Hailey glared at her brother handing over a bag to him."Sorry, and thanks." Marcel winks at his sis, getting up from the bed with a bed sheet tied around his waist, he walked into the bathroom so he could put it on. "I have to say that I did expect this from my brother, but not you Abigail. Couldn't you have stopped him, the elders weren't really pleased with you guys absence." Hailey sighs plopping down on the bed. Abigail blushed, how could she tell her sis in-law that she didn't even try stopping him, in-fact.. she was in agreement with them leaving their own reception. "I guess Marcel and I would have a lot of apologizing to do after our honeymoon." Abigail sighs. "Yes of course, you do." "I don't really see why we have to apologize for being a normal couple
"Congrats on your wedding Abigail, and this taco's taste delicious. Don't tell me Reggie made it." Racheal greets Abigail sitting down beside her, on a seat meant for Marcel.A little bit of jealousy grew in Abigail's heart, knowing that Marcel had taken Racheal to street food location and that, they probably went there for dates a lot."Yes it's Reggie." She faked a smile, using her eyes to find Marcel. "If you are looking for Marcel, I saw him having a conversation with your grandma, by the ice cream and waffles stand." Racheal informs on noticing the look Abigail had in her eyes, Racheal did not need anyone telling her those eyes were in search of only one person, Marcel."Ohh I see." Abigail replied awkwardly. "Uhm.. I just well, wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I will go mingle with the others and see if I can find myself a husband of my own." Racheal winked at her standing up then walked away.Yeah.. do that, Abigail thinks watching her go. "Don't tell me the bride
"What? Divorced? What do you mean you are getting divorced?" Mrs Williams asked her daughter standing up abruptly."I never loved Harry, I only agreed to marry him just so I could be far away from the house. But it turned out that it was the most stupid decision I have ever made in my life." Mabel voiced out blinking back tears."What do you mean you wanted to get out of the house??" Mrs Williams asked looking confused."Daddy had just gotten his knee broken, and he was all over the house with his angry nature. And you.. you weren't helping either, every little thing back then irritated you because you were the only one bringing money into the house, cause I couldn't get a job. I felt so cramped up in the house and that was why I agreed to get married to harry." "Ouch." Sophia let's out and Hailey glared at her.“I didn’t know I made you feel that way.” Mrs Williams voiced out, feeling sorry.“Well you did, I felt pathetic.” Mabel looked down at her plate of food.“I’m sorry my child
***************************On A Friday: Hailey’s school***************************"I can't believe my baby is finally done with high-school, and now wants to go to Harvard." Mrs Williams cried out, caressing her daughter's face, then she pats her hair lovingly. "Mum, can you please stop re-fixing my hair and please, let go of me so I can go join my classmates, where they are all seated." Hailey said frowning at her mother with great displeasure, today was her graduation and her whole family was here to support, including Abigail and the triplets. "Of course I should, but I am so happy for you child." Mrs Williams poured out hugging her daughter once more. "We are all happy for her mum, so why don't you let go of her? And congrats sis." Marcel winked at Hailey, helping her to bring the hug to an end. Hailey quickly walks away, while mouthing the word.. "Thank you." "Mum, let's go seat with the rest of the family." Marcel suggested, leading his mother to where.. Mabel, Sophia, hi
*************************Sunday morning.*************************"Ahhh, Marcel.. oh myyyyy, ahhhh." Abigail moaned her voice resonating in the hotel room, her fingers clutched onto Marcel's back as he plunged into her repeatedly."I.. think.. ahhh, I'm going to cum!" Abigail yelled, "Then do it." Marcel replied breathlessly, beads of sweat dripping from his face as he increased his pace, bringing not just Abigail but himself into full release mode. Sputtering all of his seeds inside of her.He fell down beside her on the bed, his chest heaving heavily. "If we go on this way, I might just become addicted." Abigail murmured laying her head on his chest."I don't mind.. cause I'm already addicted. I'm addicted your moans, the curve of your body, the way you moan out my name.. I'm addicted to everything." He whispered huskily biting down on her ear lobe. Biting her ear lobe was one of the things he was becoming really addicted to. Abigail felt something twitch on her leg, she looked
Abigail opened her eyes sleepily, she stared at the empty space beside her on the bed and wondered where Marcel had gone to. “Marcel?” Abigail called standing up from the bed, wrapping the white bed sheet around her body. “I’m here.” Marcel answered from the balcony. Abigail walked over to the balcony and saw him standing, his body resting on the railings. “Good morning.” Abigail greets wrapping her arms around his waist from the back. “You mean good afternoon, right?” Marcel asked turning around and placing a kiss on her forehead. “What? There’s no way I would have slept that long.” Abigail replied frowning. “Well you did. And I can’t blame you, after what went down all through the night.” He smirked at her, Abigail blushed. Her stomach suddenly rumbled, and she held it in embarrassment.“It’s nothing to be embarrassed off, after the hot section we had last night, plus you sleeping till 3 in the afternoon, definitely you would be hungry.” He chuckled, Abigail blushed again, “
"Thank you Hailey, for agreeing to watch the kids for the week." Abigail appreciates as both her and Marcel walks out of the house, with Hailey right behind them."The both of you should spend a lot of time rolling on the sheets, so I don't regret it." Hailey replied grinning. Abigail blushed."Well.. see you on sunday evening sis." Marcel said opening the car door for Abigail, and then he runs over to the driver seat and got in."So.. where are you taking me to?" Abigail asked. "How was your talk with Mark?" Marcel asked putting aside her question, for some reason he felt jealous that she would go visit the man in prison, he couldn't understand why she had to do that. The idiot tried coming in between then, not to forget he almost took her company from her and also killed his own baby."It went well.. we kind of made up." "What?" Marcel cast a quick glance on her then returned his gaze back to the road.Abigail giggled at his reaction, "Uhm, I kind of found out why he hated me.. l
***********************Friday; Prison.***********************"Why are you here?" Mark asked folding his arms on his chest, staring at Abigail with disdain."To come see you of course, and cheer you on. I heard you would be taking to court on Tuesday." Abigail replied with a smirk, sitting down opposite him in the visiting room."Yeah, and who's fault is that! We had a deal Abigail, but you chose to backstab me on the back. Just know whenever I do get out of here, you would be a dead meat." Mark banged his hand on the table between them, his eyes dead serious. But that did not scare Abigail one bit."How about you deal with your lawsuit first, before worrying about how to kill me." Abigail states leaning back on her chair, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Why are you here? To gloat?" "Nope, I was curious about something but now that I see you, I don't feel like quenching my curiosity anymore." Abigail shrugged her shoulders."What do you mean? Curious about what?" Mark frowned.Abiga
“What’s wrong Marcel? Why are you staring at me in such manner?” Abigail asked frightened by his cold gaze.“Why did you do that? Why?? She’s a woman just like you and you were okay with what happened to her.” Marcel breathes out in disbelief, he punched the wall next to him driving Abigail into a state of shock. “Just the mere thought of you watching that video and not batting an eyelid makes me wonder who the heck I had fallen in love with, you make me want to puke Abigail!” He screamed at her, his fist having an engagement with the wall repeatedly. He knew if he did not find a way to tame the building anger inside of him, Abigail might be the recipient of his punches. “Marcel stop, please stop, you are hurting your hands.. oh my God, you are bleeding.” Abigail panics, she reached out her hand so she could hold his.. taking a step closer towards him.“Don’t! Don’t, come any more closer. I don’t know what I would do next and who I would be doing it to.” He said calmly, his gaze me