Hello readers, Can you feel Michael?
William's pov - Thankfully, the guard informed me about Michael's movement. So, we took advantage immediately. I know he is standing behind me and watching me fuck his wife. Being a good man is sometimes hurtful. He is suffering now. I heard his footsteps which means he is going. My face is on Ema's neck. It's one of her weak points. She easily turns on if I touch her neck. "Did he leave?" I whisper to Ema. "Mmm... Yeah." She is so into sex. I look at her face and we start chuckling. With a grin, I suggest, "So? We are successful. Let's celebrate with a dance." I shift my weight, positioning myself atop her, and our laughter mingles as our bodies entwine. "Who dances when naked!" she teases, frowning playfully. My desire for her only intensifies, fed by the realization that she's here, willing, eager to share herself with me. I bend down and then bite harder on her right boob. Though she is Ema, Abigail's facial prosthetic is now turning me on for more to fuck her harder. "Dance
[The next day morning] Abigail's pov - The morning sun casts a gentle glow across the room, illuminating my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart heavy with confusion. Mick's behavior has been puzzling me for days. First, he abruptly left me alone on the balcony the night before last night, his distant eyes speaking a language I couldn't comprehend. And now, I find myself alone again, his side of the bed cold and untouched. That means he didn't come home yesterday or he left without a word, a note, or even a goodbye. As I gaze out of the window, my fingers idly trace patterns on the bed sheets. The city bustles below, each person absorbed in their own world, yet I feel strangely disconnected from it all. My laptop sits open on the table, my latest payment for my writing gleaming on the screen. It should be a moment of triumph, of realizing my dreams and inching closer to reality, but all I can think about is Mick. I check the time on my phone; it's nearly time for my m
**mature content**William's pov -The memory envelops us in its dark embrace, shadows dancing across the room as Ema and I bask in the afterglow of our success. Our victory is sweet, a testament to the power of manipulation and desire. Our carefully woven web is tightening around Abigail and Michael, and the thrill of it courses through my veins."Ema," I murmur, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin, "they're on the brink of separation. Can you feel it?"She turns her head to meet my gaze, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Oh, William, I can practically taste it. Michael is slipping through Abigail's fingers, and soon, he'll be all mine."I chuckle darkly, my fingers tracing a trail down her spine. "He's not in New York, you know. Off on some 'international project.' What a flimsy excuse. He's running, Ema. Running from the truth."Ema's laughter is like music to my ears. "Of course, he is. His fragile male ego can't handle the fact that his wife was in bed with you, his
William's pov -The sterile hospital air feels heavy as I wait outside, my heart pounding in rhythm with the ticking clock on the wall. Anxiety coils in my chest, constricting with each passing second. What could be the reason for Julie's sudden distress? My mind races through possibilities, but none of them seem to fit the puzzle that's unfolding behind closed doors.A doctor approaches, his smile both comforting and unsettling. "Mr. Stark, Julie is fine now. She had a scare, but the baby is safe. You can go in and see her."Safe? My mind stutters to a halt. Baby? I feel as though the ground has shifted beneath me, and I'm struggling to regain my balance. Pregnant? The word reverberates in my mind, clashing against the carefully constructed world I've built for myself. What will happen now? The dream to make Abigail mine can't drop this way.However, I can't kill this child. It shattered me when I came to know that my parents didn't expect me with happiness. My Mom's late realization
Chloe's pov -I pull my car to a stop in front of the grand gate of Jack's home, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's a luxurious house, especially in comparison to my own modest dwelling. As I step out of the car, I can't help but marvel at the elegance of it all.It's a two-story home, standing tall and proud amidst the hustle and bustle of New York City. The exterior boasts a classic yet contemporary design, a tasteful blend of architectural styles that exudes an air of sophistication that's hard to ignore.The guard at the gate lets me in after I sign my entry, and I make my way up the driveway. The front yard is meticulously manicured, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers adding a touch of color to the surroundings.As I approach the entrance, the imposing grandeur of the house makes me momentarily forget that I don't quite belong there. I've never been in such an opulent setting before, and a wave of self-consciousness washes over me.Once inside, my a
Abigail's pov -Is it the time when I should have a home for me? I think I can afford it now. I checked my bank account and it has 10 million USD. Perfect. I searched for a buyer agent online and luckily found one from our catering business client. I called directly."Hello, it's 'Your Home'. How may I help you?" A young lady's voice gives me a smile."I need a home." I am so excited."Please let us know about your wishes." She is so gentle with words."My own home by the seaside, a cafe where all will come for refreshment and carefree, tension-free life. Cozy for sure." I am in my dreamland."Give a few minutes, Ma'am. We have a few homes on our lists." I am waiting for her to reply now. "Ma'am, is this okay if we go to California? There we can find a few houses as per your description. Yeah, there is one in Miami Beach, Florida." I think for a while."Well, then California. I want to get home as soon as possible. My budget is between 8 Million. I don't need a huge home but for my own
Abigail's pov -The drive along the scenic coastline of Malibu, California, is like a breath of fresh air for my soul. The ocean breeze carries with it a sense of freedom and renewal, and I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope as we approach the next potential home. It's been three days of searching, visiting house after house, and so far, none have lived up to my dream.My real estate agent, Ms. Anderson, glances over at me with a reassuring smile. "Ma'am, don't worry. I bet you will like this one because the seller's agent assured me about the description. Still, let's hope for the best."I offer a nod in response but remain silent, my heart a mix of anticipation and anxiety. I've dreamt of this moment for years, the day when I would finally find my dream home, a place where I could build a life of comfort and security. California's weather, especially in Malibu, has always held a special place in my heart. The idea of living by the beach, with its soothing waves and calming horizon
Abigail's pov -"Dad, I am back," I call out cheerfully as I step through the door to his study. It took almost 5 days to finish the law work. Finally, I am back at home. Dad opens his arms wide, and I rush into his embrace. It's been eight long days, and I've missed him dearly. His warm hug instantly makes me feel at home."So, my daughter is so happy. How's the home? I missed you for the whole 8 days. So? Is everything cool?" He releases me from the hug but not before playfully pulling my nose."Daaaadddd," I playfully protest, scrunching up my nose, but his grin is infectious. "Yes, everything is just so perfect. The most important part is the house. It's exactly the same as I wished for. Let me show you." I excitedly show him the video I took after signing the papers, eager to share my happiness with him."I love the home. Please, allow me to stay for a night." He playfully pouts, and I give him a gentle push by holding onto his right arm."Stop being a drama queen, Dad," I say wi
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