Hello readers, Can Mick save Abby?
Michael's pov -I take out my phone and dial the police, explaining the situation as quietly as possible. They assure me that they're on their way, but I know I can't wait for them to arrive. Abigail's life is in danger, and I won't let her down.I sneak around the building, searching for a way to get inside. Finally, I find an unlocked door, and I slip in silently. My heart pounds in my ears as I navigate the dark corridors, trying to avoid any attention.As I make my way through the building, I hear voices coming from a room ahead. I cautiously approach, my heart in my throat. Peering inside, I see Abigail, still bound and gagged, her eyes filled with fear.I want to rush to her, to hold her in my arms and tell her that everything will be okay. But I know I need to be careful. I need to take out the men guarding her first.My heart pounds in my chest as I spot a heavy metal pipe lying on the ground nearby. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I pick it up, feeling the weight in
Michael's pov -As we are laying together, my arms wrapped protectively around Abigail, the events of the day still weigh heavily on my mind. I can't help but feel afraid for her safety, even though we are now back in the safety of our room. The thought of what could have happened terrifies me, and I can't shake off the lingering fear."Abby," I finally found the courage to speak, my voice still filled with worry. "Can you tell me what happened? How did you end up in that situation?"She takes a deep breath and begins to recount the events of the morning. As she speaks, I close my eyes, trying to picture the scene she describes."In the morning, I woke up, and you were sleeping so deeply," Abigail begins. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I thought of asking room service to bring breakfast to our room. But when I tried to use the intercom, it wasn't working."I nod, listening intently, and she continues, "I decided to go to the reception to inform them about the intercom issue. But as
Abigail's pov -As we step out of our room in the afternoon, the warm sun greets us, and a gentle breeze plays with my hair. Michael takes my hand in his, and we make our way to the shops, excited to find gifts for our loved ones.It's been a rollercoaster of a day, but we both agree that a little shopping will lift our spirits. Though Mick asked for it after dinner we were getting bored so we decided to do it before dinner.We browse through various stores, searching for the perfect gifts. Michael finds a beautiful leather journal with intricate embossing for Dad, knowing he loves to jot down his thoughts.Then for Jack, he selects a sleek and stylish watch that matches his taste perfectly. Chloe, my dear friend, adores photography, so we pick out a vintage-inspired camera strap that she'll love.As we continue our shopping spree, we come across a quaint stationery shop, and Michael's eyes light up. He starts picking out various pens and exquisite writing papers. "Why so many pens an
Michael's pov -It has been a week, we returned from our short trip. I got busy with my business, after the CEO party night. My business is getting a different kind of success, especially after Abby and my chemistry. All think I am a good man to do business with. But, am I really?Sometimes, I feel that I am doing an injustice to Abigail. I always do extra favors for Ema because she is none but Tuberose. She keeps trying to give me the realization of her love. Though I try to avoid her somehow I fail when she is around me. It's not that I don't love Abigail. I really do.Since the very first moment I saw her, I have felt for her. But after the revelation that Ema is none but Tuberose, my dream girl. I can't really avoid the fact that in a part of my heart, I wish I was marrying a few days later. Then, I might end up with Ema. Stop it, Michael. You love Abby and stop cheating on her even in your mind."Why are you so lost, Michael?" Ema's hand is on my shoulder. I shrug as nothing. She
Ema's pov -I enter the room with the juice."You took a long time, Ema. Please pass me that. I am even unable to find my phone. My vision is blurry. Please check it. Abigail might be worried now. It has been a long time, I checked on her." I feel like breaking everything now. He is only concerned for Abigail. Can't he see me? I am standing in front of him. An alive human.Now, how to tell him that I grabbed his phone even before the meeting and put it on meeting mode? "You have this. I will check on that." I assured him to make him drink the juice. He takes just a few blinks. A smirk is drawn on my lips. Within a few moments, his facial expression changed."Tuberose, are you really here?" And it hits the bull's eyes."Yes, I am here. Only for you." I get closer to him."But now, I am Abby's husband. I can't claim you." I halt my step. But I know this then why am I stopping? Let me get what I am here. Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my hand. I intend to switch it off but the pop-up noti
***Mature content*** Abigail's pov - I am startled to reply to him and he puts a kiss on my nose. "I really want you now to be mine." He kisses my eyes. "Let's reach the destination through the journey. The journey of making love." His lips are grazing through my cheeks to my cheekbone. "Am I dreaming or is this reality?" I ask Michael, my heart racing with a mixture of disbelief and joy. "It's reality, Abigail. You are my wife, and I can no longer keep this to myself. I love you. I have loved you for so long, even though I never admitted it before. Please, let me make you mine. Let's be one," Michael confesses, his words filling my heart with warmth and hope. I still can't believe what I'm hearing. His eyes, once filled with indifference and distrust, now hold nothing but love for me. How could I deny him? All I ever wanted was to be cherished by him, to be embraced in his love. And now, it seems my dreams are finally coming true. As Michael cups my face gently in his palms agai
Abigail's pov - "I can't wait to taste you, Abby." He sits between my legs and unzips my pants. I grab the bedsheet and he pulls down the pants. Now, I am only in my panties. "I must say your every curve contains the magic of attraction. I swear to continue till you fall asleep." His voice is seductive, and his eyes are set on my private part. Am I blushing or burning? I can't detect that. I only want him to be there as soon as possible. "Pleeease." I literally plead to get him. "Don't worry, I am going to satisfy you for sure." He winks and bends down. He is kissing me from my hip to my thigh curve. It's tough to keep my hip frozen. "Hey, don't move much. Let me have my wife." He is chuckling. "Let me do yours. Then I will see how you react." He comes to my face immediately. "Oh really. Best of luck next time but now. I want to see your shivering during cum." He enters his hand inside my panty and I exhale louder, "Oh damn. Mick." I close my eyes and he is rubbing in my V-lips
Abigail's pov -I carefully slide off Michael's arms, my heart still fluttering with happiness and disbelief. Did all of that really happen? Did Michael truly accept me and make me his own? I can't stop smiling as I look at him, peacefully sleeping.I reach for my phone and find 4 missed calls along with 2 messages from Chloe. My excitement is interrupted by a sense of worry as I read her messages.Chloe: 'Abby, where are you, girl? Is Michael okay? I had to leave as Dad fell from the bed.'Damn, I couldn't even let her know that Mick is fine. Then I check the 2nd one.Chloe: 'I need you, dude. It's tough. Maybe I will lose my Dad.'My heart aches badly. She is afraid and alone.Trying not to disturb Michael's peaceful slumber, I gently shake him to wake up, but he remains deeply asleep. I attempt to get up from the bed, but a wave of dizziness sweeps over me, forcing me to sit down on the edge."Is it the side effect of being so exhausted?" I wonder, blushing at the memory of the wild
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su
Abigail's POV -Two weeks have passed since that dramatic day in the heart of New York City when I gave Michael one last chance. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but the most important thing is that he's recovering well. I've been dividing my time between the hospital and home, and even though he's eager to come home, I've insisted on staying by his side at the hospital.Honestly, I can't help but be a bit possessive. I don't like the idea of nurses fussing over him, even if it's for his own good. And, to my relief, it seems that Mick has noticed too.Today, I'm driving to the hospital from home. As I enter his room, I see one of the nurses talking animatedly with Mick, both of them sharing a friendly smile. My heart gives an involuntary pang, and a touch of jealousy creeps in. I can't help it; I just want all his attention for myself.Summoning my bravado, I stride over to them, trying to mask my irritation with a polite smile. "Excuse me," I say sweetly to the nurse. "Could you giv
Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for