"We should take this, and this! And this! And this also! Also this! And...""That's quite enough Abigail." Marcel said interrupting her from her over the top gift shopping. "I'm very sure my mum doesn't need a blender." Marcel said taking the blender out of her shopping basket."What no, you can't! This is a blender that can blend anything, even a stone and I'm sure she would appreciate it." Abigail argued dragging the blender from him. "No, she won't!" Marcel argued back taking the blender away from her, with so much strength."Fine, I won't buy it." Abigail said in resignation."I would also be taking this toaster out, my mum would definitely not have a need for it." Marcel said his hands reaching out for the toaster. "What! No! You can't take that out, I'm sure your mother would love to make toast bread in this." Abigail yelled frowning so hard at Marcel. "My mum won't be happy with such expensive gift. If you really want to get on her good side, you would have to buy simple st
"I'm jealous. I'm so jealous right now." Mabel awed shaking in her head, blushing on behalf of Abigail. "I think this is the time you should also say something, bro." Hailey who was now beside Marcel, nudge him on the shoulder. Marcel was shocked by Abigail's confession, he knew she was the kind of woman who would always say her mind but openly declaring her love for him, was not something he expected. "Uhm... I .. uh..." Marcel had no words, what could he possibly say that would surpass her confession."Wow Abigail, you have made my brother speechless." Mabel chuckled grinning from ear to ear. "Enough of the show kids, let's all get seated. This delicacy won't eat itself." Mrs Williams announced sitting down on one of the head chair. The clanking of Mr Williams walking stick resounded in the room as he walked towards them in a slow disturbingly speed. Abigail stood up to go help him, but Marcel held her hand."But..." she protest."He would get here one way or the other. He hat
"I need to understand what you are saying..." Mr Williams said struggling to stand up. "You have a contract marriage with her?" He looked from his son to Abigail."Yes. She is paying me to be her, actually… act as her husband. Out marriage would come to an end after five years." Marcel answered. Abigail was in shock.. she couldn't understand why he was doing this. She tried to meet his eyes with hers, but he avoided it looking elsewhere but her."Wow. This is huge." Sophia said excitedly. "First, you get married without our notice and now, you are saying it's only a marriage of convenience, a contract! She is paying you to deceive the world!" Mr Williams growled at his som, his walking stick shaking hazardously."She's paying me A Million Dollar, how could I reject that.""Shit! A million dollar?? Oh my fucking God, that could buy a mansion and even a car. And ohhh... my goodness." Sophia shouted calculating the money with her fingers."Shut the fuck up Sophia." Mabel yelled at her
"You are fucking joking right now." Abigail said through gritted teeth, her eyes stabbing Rachael a thousand times. Racheal throws her head back laughing out so hard, "Here is the pregnancy test." She hands over a brown envelope to Abigail. Abigail snatched the brown envelope from her, she takes out the white paper inside of the envelope and goes on to read it's content. "This is pure bullshit, we are going to do a paternity test on the damn baby." "Suit yourself and have an amazing time waiting, cause I'm sure you know the paternity test can only be carried out from the ninth week." Racheal said shrugging her shoulders."I don't mind waiting." Abigail replied her smirking."Suit yourself. I don't know why you want to prove something that's so glaringly true. You do know Marcel and I had sex constantly, right?" Racheal grinned at her."And I also know that you cheated on him." Abigail replied without blinking an eyelid."So he told you?" Racheal let's out a dry chuckle."Of course
Marcel lips claimed Abigail's awaiting lips... plunging his tongue inside her, his fingers roaming underneath her night wear, seeking and finding..Abigail relaxed herself into the kiss throwing her hands around Marcel’s neck, the kiss setting a burning fire at the pit of her stomach.. her body going into heat, and wanting more. She groaned breathlessly as Marcel finger finding the entrance of her cunt. She bit his lower lip as he thrust his finger into her, one at first.. then a second one. “Fuck! You are so wet.” Marcel groaned in her ear, his finger plunging into her in slow movements, dropping kisses on her neck. “I want to taste you…” Marcel whispered in her ear, moving his body down her body till his face was at the entrance of her cunt with just her pant standing in-between.He pulled off her pant in one swift move, dragging her night gown up her body exposing her glistening pussy to his invasion. Abigail felt impatient, Marcel had done nothing else but stare at her pussy l
“GOODMORNING!!!! GOODNORNING!!!” A really loud scream pierced through Abigail’s and Marcel’s sleep, waking them up. “What… the..” Abigail groaned sitting up on the bed, dis-entangling herself from Marcel’s hold. When she had woke up in the middle of night to ease herself, she had found herself cuddling with Marcel, she couldn’t tell if it was a mistake on his part but she felt too happy to not go along with it.“What the hell, Rachael!” Marcel growled getting up from the bed, walking towards his ex in angry steps.“That wasn’t the good morning beautiful I was expecting.” Racheal pouts.“You come in here and decided to disturb my wife and i peace, and you think you would get some goddamn good-morning?”“Wife?” Racheal asked glaring at Abigail.*Wife?* Abigail thinks blushing stupidly.“Yeah, my wife. Now get the fuck out of our bedroom!” “I’m not going anywhere. I’m carrying your child and I deserve to be cuddling with you not her.” Racheal points at Abigail with distaste and disgus
"You know, you don't have to stay at home just because the kids asked you to. I'm sure you would want to be at the bar." Abigail said pouring a small amount of water into a pot, she had on fire, staring at Marcel from the side of her eyes."First of all, the bar would survive a day without me. Secondly, I want to be here... I want to be with the kids. It's a saturday, why should I spend it at the insides of a boring office huh?" Marcel shrugged passing her a bowl filled of chopped potatoes. "Thank you." Abigail replied taking the bowl from him."Besides, my sister is reading for her final year exams and because of that she can't be here today. And because I don't want my wife feeling lonely, I decided to keep her company." Marcel whispered in Abigail's ear, wrapping his hands around her waist.Abigail blushed, pretending to be focused on the hot German potato salad she was making. She had found the recipe online and decided to try it out. "Hmm, no reply. Is she already falling less
“What?” “What is she talking about, Abigail.” Mrs Weston stared at her grandchild, fetching for answers.“Uhm.. er..” Abigail tried to come up with an excuse but her brain was blank, so was Marcel’s.Marcel wondered if they should just come clean about Rachael, but if they did that.. they would also have to explain the beginning of their relationship. “Aunty Rachael, don’t you know is wrong to lie. You are just my daddy’s friend.” Denise yelled glaring at the imposer who wouldn’t just leave. “Awwn, I was only joking Denise. And that cannot be considered as a lie.” Racheal chuckled, faking a deep laugh.“Ohh, ohh. You are Marcel’s friend.” Grandma uttered in relief lowering her hands down from her chest.“Yes she is.” Abigail laughed nervously.“I’m sorry if that gave you quite the shock grandma, I’m just a bit of joker. That’s all.” “I did not find your joke funny, not one bit.” Marcel muttered under his breathe, glaring angrily at Rachael.“Well… the joke has been made and thanks