Abigal woke up the next day feeling drowsy and tired. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep until very late last night. She kept tossing and turning on her bed, restless and uncomfortable.She knew why, it was because of Marcel's presence. She had thought she would be able to handle it at least for the time being but it seemed she lied to herself. She looked over at him, he was sitting up already awake. She watched as he stretched on the tiny sofa,"Shit.” He cursed as his muscles cracked and popped during his stretch."God my body hurts.” He said to no one in particular. Abigail rolled her eyes at him, she cleared her throat to get his attention."You are awake. Good morning.” Marcel greeted on seeing she was awake."Good morning.” Abigail responded as dragging herself out of bed."Slept well?" Marcel asked."You should shower and get dressed. There’s somewhere you have to accompany me to." She instructs Marcel ignoring his earlier questions. He glanced over at her with raised eyebrow
It wasn't everyday one got a bar gifted to them and this is why Marcel Williams stood in his office alone, staring at the view before him. He had always dreamt of having his own business but looking at everything now, he was completely overwhelmed. He now owned his own bar. It wasn't the feeling he'd expected to have. He'd expected to be ecstatic and although he was, he was a host of other emotions too.Abigail had gone back to work later that day, promising to come back to check on things.Mr Maxwell had then introduced Marcel to the manager who in turn introduced him to the rest of the staff. Ashley's brows had risen to the moon with the news of her former colleague becoming her new boss, so was the manager whose eyes had widened in their sockets when Marcel was introduced.After the introduction Marcel hadn't come out of his office again. He wasn't quite sure how all of these worked. How do you become a boss? Apart from collecting the account statements of the business, what el
"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
"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