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114. She is my wife
UHASAHello readers, Can you guess Ema's evil mind and will Michael fall into her trap? Let's see what comes.
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Tuberose 115. Why did she cheat on me?
Michael's pov -I am feeling disgusted even to look at Ema."Will you finish the clip? Chloe left in a while but your wife left just a while ago. What was she doing here for such a long time?" My heart sinks now."S-she might have some other work." I stammer. I don't know why but my palms are getting cold. Is Ema right?"Yes, in a hotel room for almost so many hours." I don't know what to say. She holds the phone in front of my eyes.Abby is leaving alone and her clothes are kind of messy. She is looking so exhausted as well. I gulp with fear. What if I am wrong and Ema is right?"It's nothing like that. Stop putting your thoughts in my mind. And I am leaving, don't follow me." I intend to leave immediately."Undress her. What if you find some proof in the form of so many hickeys on her body." I shake my head and leave the room. I don't know what to say or do.I am passing the reception, "Hello, sir. Your wife left a message." I furrowed my brows. She knew that I was still here and she
Tuberose 116. Care
Abigail's pov -It has been a week already, we had our first time. However, things are not the same now. After that, the gap between Mick and me increased by 10x. He comes home late at night and leaves for the office earlier. He barely talks to me and if I try then he avoids me. I am unable to take all of these.I look at the clock and it's half past 23. Mick is still not at home. Here my head is aching as hell. I can't look at the laptop screen. I try to get up from my chair but the pain. I sit on the floor holding my head. "Aah, ouch. M-Mi-Mick." It's aching a lot. I can't tolerate it anymore. I feel like I am losing my strength to stay in a sitting position."Hey, Abby. What's wrong?" Mike is here. Thank God. He grabs me into his embrace. It has been quite a long time since I was into his warmth."My head." I fail to utter more."Did you get hurt, Abby? I told you to be careful. You had an accident, Abby. A major one. The doctor asked you to be extra careful. When will you learn to
Tuberose 117. Crumbled World
Michael's pov -Abigail is sleeping. I stop massaging her legs and look at her face. She scared me when I entered the room. How much I have doubts about her but my heart is always fighting with me that she can't be like this. Should I talk to her? Maybe I am taking her wrong. Maybe I should ask her directly. Then things can be sorted. But what if things get worse? Aargh! I don't want to think about anything else.I slowly take the food plate from the corner table. She couldn't even eat because of the headache. I am having food from her plate and looking at her. Her innocence always tells me that she can't cheat on me. Alas! I have to believe that only. But still, I can't leave her. I couldn't even ask her any questions. Am I that much fallen for her? I never thought I would be so much into her that her every wrong will seem the right.My eyes keep drifting back to her, unable to resist her captivating presence. How did I fall so deeply for her that her every fault feels right?Anyway,
Tuberose 118. Grief and Guilt
Abigail's pov -The rain lashes against the windshield as I speed through the desolate area, my vision blurred by tears. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the intensity of the storm outside. I can't escape the suffocating pain and grief that has consumed me.Every twist of the road mirrors the turmoil within me, and I can't help but remember how I used to find solace in the rain, finding comfort in its gentle patter on the window. Now, it feels like a cruel reminder of the storm raging in my heart.I slam on the brakes and the car screeches to a halt in front of a gnarled tree. I clench my fists and pound them on the steering wheel, the pain in my knuckles only amplifying the anguish in my soul."Why?" I scream into the emptiness of the car, hoping the storm will drown out my cries. But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above.Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as
Tuberose 119. Tears in the Storm
Michael's pov -The drizzling rain continues to fall, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matches the heavy hearts of Michael and Abigail. We stand under the tree, the storm lessening but occasionally punctuated by distant rumbles of thunder, as if the weather itself reflects the tumultuous emotions between us.I reach out tentatively to touch Abigail's shoulder, my hand trembling with uncertainty. "A-Ab-Abby," I stammer, desperately searching for the right words to express the remorse and guilt that consume me.Abigail shrugs off my touch, her demeanor cold and distant. "Please, let's go home," I plead, hoping that returning to familiar surroundings might offer some semblance of solace amidst the chaos of emotions."How can I?" Her voice drips with bitterness, and the weight of her pain feels almost tangible. "That is your home as well," I say, my guilt preventing me from saying anything more."You are the reason I am an orphan. For your carelessness, I lost my parents, damn it. An
Tuberose 120. Crave to get her
Ema's pov -My heart pounds in my chest as I wait anxiously for William to arrive. I've been sitting here, restless and impatient, for over an hour. Finally, he strolls into his cabin with his usual arrogant demeanor."Whoa! What's got Ms. Johanson all worked up? Michael didn't get into your pants yet? Hahaha..." His crude remark infuriates me, and I can't even bring myself to greet him properly."I wonder how Abi is still with him?" I skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point."Same thought here. Honestly, they seem inseparable. I doubt we can ever separate them," William replies, taking a casual sip of water before turning his attention back to me. He moves closer to my chair, and I instinctively grip my thighs, bracing myself for whatever offensive remarks he's about to make."You're not new to me. Why do you always make it seem like I'm assaulting you when the truth is, I give you screaming orgasms?" His smirk is infuriating, and he grabs my chin, his touch making my skin
Tuberose 121. Pleasure of being touched [18++]
Ema's pov -As William moves closer, my heart races with fear and anxiety. I try to muster the courage to go along with his plan, reminding myself that this is the only way to get what I want. But the thought of being intimate with him makes me feel sick to my stomach."Just relax," he says, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Remember, you have to make it convincing."I close my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. I tell myself that it's just acting, a means to an end. As he leans in to kiss me, I try to force myself to react as if I'm enjoying it. But every touch, every caress, feels like a violation.The charade continues, and I feel a sense of detachment as if I'm watching myself from afar. I try to focus on the end goal, on the possibility of finally being with Michael. But the guilt and shame weigh heavily on me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying him and myself.After what feels like an eternity, William pulls away, satisfied with the performa
Tuberose 122. Pleasure of Lust [18++]
Ema's pov - He then left my lips with a last suck slid down peppering kisses on the corner of my lips down to chin and back to jaw. He then goes down and places sloppy wet kisses on my neck to shoulder blades and nibble there. Meanwhile, his finger reached down to tease my core which was wet again. He starts circling his finger around the clit. And he didn't need to do much for that but still to make me beg and cry near him he massages my clit and inner muscles as I feel aroused again. My insides churns up tightly and he pushes his finger inside me pumping it in and out and as I was to release again he sternly asks me to hold on and with that in a jerk he inserts two more fingers making me yelp in pain which is replaced with the wave of ecstasy. "Fuck…!!! You are damn tight and hungry to release I guess. But wait till I command", he says. 'What the hell.. are we practicing to fuck or really doing that already?' I scream in my head. 'Well if you still don't know then pity you dear'
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