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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
Abigail's pov -I open my eyes, but the world still feels hazy, and the dizziness lingers like an unwanted guest. I glance around, recognizing the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. The soft, comforting presence of my father-in-law reassures me, and I realize I'm not alone.A lady doctor sits calmly in front of me, her eyes gentle and reassuring. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice soothing.I reply softly, my words weighed down by the weariness that clings to me. "I'm feeling so weak."The doctor's smile seems slightly unusual to me as she continues, "Did you miss your period?"I furrow my brow, trying to make sense of the question. Then it hits me – I did miss my latest monthly cycle. My heart starts to race, and I'm suddenly worried. "Yeah, I did. Why, what's wrong?" I ask, glancing at my father-in-law, who's looking at me with a tense expression.The doctor's smile remains, though it's mixed with a hint of excitement. "Nothing to worry about, dear. You are pregnant. I've t
Chloe's pov -I nodded, feeling a bit lost in the moment, and placed my hand in his. He led me to the table, and as we walked, I couldn't help but marvel at the love and effort he had put into creating this enchanting evening for us.Every detail was perfect, from the way the waiters treated me like royalty to the soft rustle of rose petals underfoot. The atmosphere was a symphony of romance, and I was the leading lady in this beautiful production.As we reached the table, Jack pulled out a chair for me, and I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. We sat down, and he continued to smile at me with that twinkle in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.The evening was filled with delightful conversations, laughter, and shared dreams. Jack's thoughtful gestures and warm compliments made me feel cherished and adored. We savored a delicious meal, and with each bite, I felt more connected to him.As the sky above us filled with clouds, I couldn't help but reflect on
Jack's pov -I lift her in a bridal style and enter the room which is the most special suite in this Hotel. Perfectly decorated with white and red."Wow, it's so nice. Did you prepare this for us?" She asks with curiosity. I lift her closer and rub my nose on her neck. She starts giggling. Her coffee fragrance is my favorite. I lay her down on the couch closer to the window, its glass wall and the view of the outside is visible. She sits and I am standing."You are looking so hot with the wet skin," I exclaim and unbutton my cufflinks and then the belt. I kneel down and take a glance at her every curve. "May I touch your every angle with my lips?" I hold her thighs with my palm."Yes, please." She sounds so sensuous. I bend down by holding her thighs and start kissing her. I move away from the apparel and start sucking the skin of her thighs. She grabs my hair."Not so hurried, my Queen." I take off her gown and she is only on her panty now as her gown was containing bra cups. I make h
***Mature Content*** Jack's POV - She cums on my finger twice and her legs are shivering. I should give her a few minutes to calm down. I bent down and started kissing her abdomen. She is so cute and loving, I want to caress her day and night. "Are you comfortable? Sorry, I know for the first time I am so harsh. But I am losing my control over your beauty." I reach her lips and my dick is touching her core. Her gasps just uufff! "If it's you then I am okay with anything. I love you and I trust you." I feel blessed and kiss her eyes. "I love you too. Thanks for your words." I place my lips on her neck. I am sucking and licking her neck and her nails dig into my shoulder. My kisses are rough enough to put some hickeys on. I lift her hands and taste her underarms. She is giggling with a tickle. "I want us to have consumption after our wedding. Is that okay for you?" Chloe's voice is husky and I look into her eyes. "Of course, anything my queen wishes for. I have no problem, but let'
Abigail's pov -"Don't be so shocked," I chuckle, my voice laced with amusement, as I take in the stunned expressions on Chloe and Jack's faces. They offer their congratulations, but their wide-eyed reactions speak volumes."When did he get into your pants?" Jack blurts out, his question so blunt and embarrassing."Shut up." Chloe slaps his elbow in response and it gives me a piece of peace. Chloe comes to my rescue with a playful jab, saying, "You should ask how many times." I frown at her and both of them start laughing.I smirk at them, enjoying their flustered discomfort. "This is not done. At least, I didn't call you with a naked body, guys. It's you who are naked."Jack sighs dramatically, bringing a mock end to our playful banter. "Now, it's over."But I can't resist teasing them a bit more. "Not over. Tell me about you two. What did you do, huh? Don't say that you guys didn't wait for the wedding."Their laughter fills the room as they assure me they're going to wait until thei
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