"Thank you all for accepting me as your new boss, I hope we can work together and make 21 plus the hottest bar in town, if not the country." Marcel yelled raising his glass of alcohol up and his newly acquired employees raised up theirs in response. "Lastly I would love to say a big thank you to my wife for making all this possible." Marcel raised his glass towards Abigail who was seated not to far away from him. Abigail had not expected Marcel to introduce her as his wife or be part of his speech to his employees, she plastered a fake smile on her face and just waved then went back to sipping on her drink. "I know I practically forced you to come Abigail, but you should atleast act like you came on your own accord." Stephanie whispered in her ear. Abigail remained quiet. Marcel had decided to throw a party to cremate his beginning as the new owner of 21 plus. Of course she didn't want to come cause she did not see the need on why she had too, but her friend just happened to hear a
Driven by the desire that had been burning inside of him, the same that has been heated up for a long time by this woman Marcel dangerously closer until their lips were just inches away from each other. He was used to being face-to-face with people that were knocked out drunk, and felt he had to act polite in those situations. Even though it made his skin crawl, he would put on his most natural plastic smile and entertain the guest at the bar, but there was something about this moment that even the stench of alcohol could not lessen for him, instead he felt like it was a fan flaming his passion. The next second their lips were pressed together and he moaned into the kiss, her fumbling being fingers reached for his pants and she began to desperately struggle with his pants zipper that was not agreeing with her while they did not break the kiss. The moment the kiss finally broke was when they both needed to come up for air. At this point, sweat was beginning to drip down his
It was another day of being one of the country's hottest billionaires, and Abigail was meeting up with a new client. It was quite a regular news to her that the 20-something-year oldsuccessor of Darlington inc. was being showed the ways of the business. Everyone knew about the fact that Grace was just a greenhorn, but having her grandfather as the CEO of the company made her set out to handle important projects like this one. Just last month, she had refused to meet up with Abigail unless she was going to hold the meeting at a coffee shop she’s been dying to try out. It took a lot of considerations and efforts before Abigail was able to pull it up. However, Walter who was her personal secretary, happened to be the one given the back-breaking task of reserving one of the most expensive coffee shops in the entire city at the very last minute, so that the meeting could hold. So to say, this meant very little to Grace’s index of errors. One of her rules was that she hated untidiness and
Abigail wasn't a woman who accepted rejection in any form, although she felt slightly hurt since her recent rejection was from a woman, if it was from a man she would have been extremely mad."Hey, you don't look to good." Marcel noticed walking into Abigail's bedroom, or what they would call the Master bedroom. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Abigail replied hanging a towel around her neck, her sleep wear in hand.. she proceeds to the bathroom. Marcel sighed wondering if she would ever let him in, into what she called her world. He knew if she was going to see him as a friend she could rely on, he definitely has more work to do in the future and he had better get working. He walked over to the couch sighing, he squeezed his big self into the big couch.. He closed his eyes knowing fully well his fake wife could be mad about anything or anyone.Abigail steps out of the bathroom fully dressed in her sleeping ware for bed, "Goodnight." Marcel wished her as she climbs
“And I can ensure you that Donald inc would definitely see it’s profit.” Abigail finished off praying deep in her heart he accepts her proposal.“Your proposal is indeed a promising one, but how can I trust you if you couldn’t tell that my bratty snobbish daughter, was not the C.E.O of my company?” *So you do know that your daughter is nothing but a spoiled brat.* Abigail thinks.“That was an unintentional mistake in my part. I’m…”“It wasn’t an unintentional mistake Mrs Abigail, you are dumb and there’s no simpler way to put it.” “Ma’am please.” Walter whispered in his boss ear, knowing fully well she would do something grave that she might end up regretting.Abigail felt anger coiled up inside of her, did the man just call her dumb? She bangs her hand on the table, shocking not just the man but every other person in the restaurant.“I think I’m done here. Have a nice day Mr Christopher.” She stood up with so much agility, picked up her bag and walked away. “You would regret this
"Wow. I did not know you felt that way." Marcel said smiling sadly, he takes one look at her then exit the bedroom.Abigail sighed, feelings of guilt spreading in her heart, she shouldn't have ousted it in such a way.. she shouldn't have carried out her frustrations with Darlington inc on him.She sat on the bed feeling a bit ashamed to see Marcel again, she knew she had to go down cause the kid would definitely need to have their lunch.She sighs getting up from the bed, she walks out of the room and head for the sitting room. "Go have your bathe kids, then come down for lunch." Abigail instructs as she walks down the stairs, "Alright mum." The triplets yelled in reply already running up the stairs."Don't run." Abigail yelled after them, and they all slowed down."Where's your brother?" Abigail asked Hailey on seeing Marcel was nowhere to be found."He just left not too long. Did you guys had a fight?" Hailey asked curiously.Abigail gulped, "Not really." She replied already stridi
"Do you have any idea on why he wants to renew the contract?" Abigail asked Walter as they walked into her office."I don't know ma'am." Walter replied. He was equally surprised when Mr Christopher called him and passed the message across. "I guess it's because he heard we were looking for other clients. Now he knows why Darlington Inc. needs Weston corps more." She said in glee, taking out some files from the office cabinet and then arranged the flies inside her bag. "Alright now, let's go. We don't want to keep Mr Christopher waiting." ******"Mr. Christopher. I see you changed your mind." Abigail said all smiles shaking Mr Christopher's hand."Indeed, I did." Mr. Christopher replied, laughing. Abigail sat down and so did Mr. Christopher. "So here is the contract.""Before we go into business, there is something I would like to say first." Mr. Christopher said putting a halt to Abigail's movements.A puzzled Abigail replied, "All right. What might that be.""I want to start by a
"Mommy, where is daddy?" Dennis asked as his mum tucked him in.Even though Abigail had told Marcel she could find another husband in a blink of an eye, she knew... she could not introduced a different man to the kids or Grandma again, it's just instantly impossible."He went on a trip, and he would be back in like two weeks time." Abigail replied as she tucking in the duvet."But daddy didn't tell us he would travel." Elise murmured frowning."That was because he had an urgent business he had to attend to. He did not really had time to tell you guys and he is sorry for that." "Can we call him then?" Maurice asked sitting up on her bed."No Maurice, your father might be busy with work. Besides you guys have to sleep early.... tomorrow is school and it's a Monday morning so I need the three of you to wake up very early, mama has to go to work.""But I would have really loved to talk to dad."Dennis pushed on, on behalf of his sisters also."Kids! Please go to bed, sleep!" Abigail screa