Maxwell growled and gripped his naked cock tightly with both hands as he felt it hardening and throbbing once again. Pointing it towards Angelina, he exclaimed in a raspy, hoarse voice. "God! Do you see what you do to me, Angie? Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you just did to me… and seeing you in my shirt— especially this sexy black silk one and this g-string…God! You have no inkling of just what you do to me, my angel. You can't even imagine it!"Emboldened by his words, Angelina hooked her arms around his neck, giving him a clear view of her partially exposed boobs which he so much loved. "Why don't you show me then?"Maxwell didn't need a second invitation. He abruptly pounced on her, kissing her passionately while gripping her butt and pulling her legs up against him, until they were firmly wrapped around his waist and his erect dick was directly poking into her g-string-covered pussy. Manoeuvring their joined bodies, he turned around until Angelina's back w
Angelina couldn't pinpoint the reason but immediately she heard what he said, she instantly became gloomy and her body felt very weak all of a sudden.What was happening to her? Why does she feel so gloomy and sad just because he announced that he's finally ready to go ahead with Isabella's burial? It's the right thing to do! This is a very good development and she should be rejoicing to hear about it! So why is she feeling sad? Why does she feel so bereft?But as she asked herself that question, a thought came to her mind. Isabella's funeral was what she had been waiting for all this while. In order to fulfill Isabella's last wish of being there for Maxwell when he needed her, she had planned to stay just until after the funeral. Because after that, he won't be needing her anymore. So after the funeral, they would both be free to move on with their lives separately.And she had known all these from the onset. That had been the plan ever since she decided to honor Isabella's last wish
Maxwell froze and in an instant, Angelina got a glimpse of the old Maxwell—- the cold, frosty and aloof Maxwell she knows all too well. With a stoic expression on his face, he abruptly pulled out his hand from the Duke's and without giving the couple a second look, he hastily turned around and started storming away in the opposite direction, pulling a reluctant Angelina along with him.But Dorothy Gallagher was determined. Forgetting all about decorum, she pulled her designer black dress up and ran as fast as her legs could carry her and didn't stop until she was standing right in front of Maxwell, effectively blocking his path. Then panting and heaving, she used both of her hands to grip one of his forearms tightly before speaking in an anxious tone, "Please son, just spare us a minute, will you? We're just here to offer our condolences to you. So please give us a chance, chico. Please!"Hearing her call him by the nickname given to him by the woman who had been his mother in t
It was just as if that was what Maxwell's parents had been desperately waiting for— a slight chance, a leeway to try and warm their way back into their only son's life. Because as soon as they got the chance, they gave it their all, sparing no effort in trying to make amends. Right from that eventful day of the funeral, there's no day that will pass by without either both of them, or Dorothy alone if Thomas happens to be too busy, coming to the M.J mansion and spending time with both Maxwell and Angelina. They usually come in the evenings when Maxwell had returned home from work.At first, all their conversations are usually dominated by Angelina and Thomas who had instantly clicked, being birds of the same feather. Just like Angelina, Thomas is also a very friendly, jovial and easygoing person. Another added bonus is that they had so much in common and so conversation flowed freely and easily between the two, with lots and lots of laughter in between while Maxwell and Dorothy only
Angelina and Maxwell were just about to board the latter's private jet when his best friend came bounding towards them with a box of Domino's Pizza in his hands. Panting and heaving as if he had run all the way to the airport, he thrusted the box into Maxwell's hands, making him to give him a quizzical look. But Ethan's eyes were on Angelina instead. "Hi Americano! Traveling and leaving me behind this time around, right? Is that a way to treat your own brother?"Angelina, who was standing right on the middle step of the air stairs turned around and gave him a huge grin. "Nope! Not at all! Forgive my mistake, bro. But thankfully, you're right on time! Come on in and let's go paint the whole of Croatia red!"Seeing Maxwell's reaction to Angelina's words, Ethan grinned surreptitiously. He loves pulling his friend's legs so he played along. "Sure! Not just red, but green, blue, yellow and all other colors of the world!"Just as expected, Maxwell sent him an icy glare, making
When Ethan mentioned something about honeymoon, Angelina didn't think he meant it in the technical sense of the word. She had thought it was just one of his usual jokes but when they arrived at their destination, she realized that he might not have been joking about it at all. Because from the moment she stepped foot in the Croatian soil, Angelina was amazed. It seems as if Maxwell had gone all out for this surprise trip.Right from the VIP terminal, they were warmly received by a group of very friendly Croatian ladies bearing a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates for Angelina who received them with a huge, friendly smile of her own. Both she and Maxwell were in a good mood. A very good mood. After having such a wonderful time together on board the private jet, getting such a warm, hearty reception is just like icing on the cake.Even the car trip to the hotel was a special one as Maxwell had rented a very luxurious chaffeur- driven limousine with everything of comfor
Angelina didn't know what to expect when Maxwell told her that they were going on an outing and so she just geared herself up for another pleasant surprise but still, what she saw when they got to the parking lot of the very fancy hotel completely knocked her off her feet. She wasn't just pleasantly surprised, she was also over the moon with so much joy that she once again jumped on Maxwell with a fiery, immensely grateful kiss which pleased him to no end. She then proceeded to do a happy dance right there in the parking lot.Being a natural lover of motor bikes, riding even an ordinary scooter makes her day so seeing a top-notch, high-end power bike----a Neiman Marcus limited edition fighter in particular, right there in front of her, her joy knew no bounds. "I'm riding on a power bike! A freaking limited edition Neiman Marcus power bike! God! Kill me now! Just kill me now 'cause I'm in heaven! I thought no trip would outshine that trip to Paris but this one, it's just blowing my
Since the powerful bike was going at high speed, the impact of the crash caused Angelina, who was still standing when the accident occurred, to be violently thrown off the motor bike until she crashed headlong into the van so hard and so fast that her helmet-less head instantly cracked at the side and began to bleed while her entire body went limp as she slumped down on the road, unconscious. As for Maxwell, it was his entire body that suffered the brunt of the crash, most especially his right leg. Since he still had his helmet fastened on his head, the accident didn't affect his head at all but he suffered many injuries on different parts of his body. But unlike Angelina, he didn't instantly fall unconscious even though he was severely injured and was gradually losing a lot of blood. Despite his state, Maxwell torturously dragged his severely injured body towards Angelina's still and unmoving one. He couldn't even crawl not to talk of getting up on his feet to walk but still, he ig