Hello readers, What do you think Ema really got kidnapped or what?
Abigail's pov - I step out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Wrapped in a towel, droplets of water cascade down my body as I make my way toward the dressing room. But then, something catches my eye. There he is, lying peacefully on the bed, fast asleep. The sight of him in such a vulnerable state fills me with an overwhelming rush of affection. I can't help but admire his tousled hair, the way it falls gently across his forehead. He looks so peaceful, like a child lost in a blissful dream. A soft smile forms on my lips as I approach him, my heart filled with warmth and love. I take a seat beside him, unable to resist the temptation to be closer to him. My fingers tingle with the desire to touch his hair, to run them through the strands that have always held a certain fascination for me. Unconsciously, I reach out, gently grazing his hair, reveling in the softness beneath my fingertips. But my touch, however gentle, stirs something within him. He sti
Abigail's pov - As we approach the entrance, Mick takes the lead, his footsteps echoing through the desolate space. "Stay close," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "And be ready for anything." The warehouse is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from thin slivers of light seeping through the gaps in the boarded-up windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, heightening our senses as we navigate the labyrinthine corridors. With each step, anticipation and anxiety intertwine, creating a knot in the pit of my stomach. I try to steady my breathing, my mind focused on the task at hand. We must find Ema, no matter the cost. As we turn a corner, a dim light flickers ahead, casting eerie shadows along the walls. A muffled sound reaches our ears, a whimper perhaps, or a distant cry for help. Adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my resolve. We move closer, the tension thickening with every passing moment. Mick
Abigail's pov - We arrive at the hospital, Jack, Ema, and I, all consumed by worry for Mick. The police had led us here, their presence providing some solace amidst the chaos. But now, as we stand outside the hospital doors, the kidnapper's escape fades into insignificance. All that matters is Mick's well-being, and my heart aches with fear and uncertainty. "Please stay here," a nurse instructs us, her voice carrying a mix of compassion and authority. We nod, understanding the limitations of our access at this moment. Our eyes remain fixed on the stretcher being wheeled away, carrying Mick's unconscious form, as the hospital staff rushes him into the emergency ward. Time slows to a crawl as we wait anxiously outside, minutes stretching into what feels like an eternity. The weight of the unknown presses upon us, and I can no longer hold back the tears that stream down my face. Jack's arms envelop me, providing a measure of comfort, but the worry in his eyes mirrors my own. "He will
Abigail's pov - We gathered around Mick's bed, our eyes fixed on his face, willing him to wake up. The room is filled with the sound of beeping machines, the steady rhythm of life persisting despite the turmoil that surrounds us. Ema's hand reaches out, touching Mick's arm gently, her voice laced with love and longing. "Come back to us, Mick. We need you," she whispers, her voice trembling with unshed tears. Though I frown at her. However, her concern seems real and I gulp my unhappiness with her way of treating my husband. Jack stands beside me, his gaze fixed on his friend, a mix of concern and unwavering loyalty shining in his eyes. He places a hand on my back, offering silent support in this moment of helplessness. Time stretches on, minutes blending into hours, as we sit by Mick's side, hoping and praying for a sign of improvement. The beeping of the monitors becomes a familiar soundtrack, a constant reminder that life is still present, even in its fragile state. Michael's fa
William's pov - Fury courses through my veins as Ema's accusations and questions echo in my mind. The seething anger rises within me, a storm ready to unleash its destructive force. How dare she question my methods? How dare she blame me for the failure to break Michael and Abigail's relationship? I pace the room, the walls closing in on me, as Ema's voice lingers in the air. Each word, laced with disappointment and frustration, pierces through my resolve. The weight of my own shattered plans weighs heavily on my shoulders, exacerbating my rage. With a surge of uncontrolled anger, I lash out, swiping my hand across the table, sending objects crashing to the ground. The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood fills the room, a reflection of the destruction that simmers within me. Ema's audacity to question my actions fuels the inferno within. Her doubt in my abilities stokes the flames of my fury, pushing me to the edge of reason. I can't bear the thought of failure, of being
Abigail's pov - I awake to find myself wrapped snugly in a blanket, the room bathed in a soft, warm glow. Confusion washes over me as I try to recall how I ended up here. I remember leaning against the sofa, but then everything becomes hazy. When did I fall asleep? Glancing around, I realize that Mick is not on the bed. Concern tugs at my heart, and I quickly sit up, scanning the room for any sign of him. Then, my eyes land on him, standing by the window, gazing out at the rain falling from the heavens. He seems lost in his thoughts, captivated by the tranquil beauty outside. Without hesitation, I walk over to him, my steps light and purposeful. "Hey, Mr. Husband. Enjoying alone?" I playfully call out, slipping my arm through his left and positioning myself by his side, leaning against his shoulder. He turns his head, a smile lighting up his face. "Sleeping wife and showering rain. The perfect view," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. I can't help but giggle,
Abigail's pov - Though I wanted to stay last night at the hospital Jack sent me by saying to take some rest. Mick also insisted. So, unwillingly I had to come home. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I stand in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting Michael's return from the hospital. The past few days have been a blur of worry, sleepless nights, and the constant ache in my heart. But today, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief as he steps through the front door, albeit with a bandaged arm and weariness in his eyes. "Welcome home, Michael," I greet him softly, a mix of emotions swirling within me—relief, joy, and an underlying fear that still lingers. He smiles weakly, the pain etched across his features, but there's a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "It feels good to be back," he replies, his voice laden with exhaustion. My heart swells with affection as I reach out to touch his uninjured arm, offering what little comfort I can. "You've been through so much," I say,
Abigail's pov - A mischievous sparkle dances in Jack's eyes. "Ah, the joys of being Mrs. Pattinson for the first time. The world is your runway, Abigail. Let's make sure you steal the spotlight." The thought of dressing up for such a prestigious event fills me with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. It's a chance to not only support Michael but also embrace my newfound role as his wife. A smile tugs at Michael's lips as he looks at me. "Abby, you'll be the most radiant presence there. I have no doubt about it." I blush at his compliment, my heart swelling with warmth and love. "Thank you, Michael. With you by my side, I feel ready to take on any challenge." Jack claps his hands together, excitement radiating from him. "Well, we better start planning and shopping then. We have to find the perfect attire to match the elegance of the evening." We spent the next day immersed in preparations. The anticipation builds as we visit boutiques and browse through racks of stunning gowns
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