Hello readers, What is waiting for Michael and Abigail?
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
Abigail's pov - As we step out of the car, the pulsating music and vibrant lights of the CEO's party venue engulf us, creating an atmosphere buzzing with excitement and anticipation. We find ourselves amidst a sea of elegantly dressed individuals, each adorned in their finest attire. The grand entrance, an archway illuminated by shimmering lights and adorned with exquisite floral arrangements, beckons us forward. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, blending harmoniously with the melodies played by the live band. My heart races, a mixture of thrill and apprehension coursing through my veins. Adjusting his suit with a hint of nervousness, Michael's eyes scan the crowd, a determined glint in his gaze. "Remember, once we're inside, we have to stay focused and find the CEO. Time is of the essence," he reminds us, his voice conveying both determination and urgency. I nod, my mind already racing with thoughts of our mission. This party serves as a pivotal opportunity for
Abigail's pov - As Ema's voice cuts through the air, calling my name, I turn with surprise and delight. "Ema... you're here!" I exclaim, my smile spreading across my face. Ema stands before us, a smile mirroring my own, and my heart swells with joy at the unexpected reunion. We really have a huge difference now. But if she wants to fix it then I am okay with it as well. Though we met a few days ago the awkwardness drew a drift. It feels like ages since we last saw each other, caught up in our separate lives. But now, fate has brought us back together. "Yeah, I decided to join Dad and Bro," Ema explains, her eyes shining with excitement. "They have plans to expand our business and wanted me to be a part of it. So, I made the decision to skip my job plans and return to our own company, the Johanson Group." A surge of happiness washes over me as I take in Ema's words. She's returning to her family's business, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation for what lies a
William's pov - My eyes never waver from Michael and Abigail as they move through the crowd at the CEO's party. Abigail, the woman I've desired for so long, captivates me with her every move. The way her gown accentuates her curves only fuels my desire, igniting a fire within me that I struggle to control. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for arrives. Michael becomes engrossed in conversation with other CEOs, leaving Abigail alone for a brief moment. It's the perfect opportunity to set my plan in motion. I approach a waiter, slipping him a wad of cash, and instructing him to spike a glass of juice. With precision and stealth, the waiter delivers the spiked drink to Abigail. I watch from a distance, a twisted smile forming on my lips. The plan is in motion, and soon she will be in my grasp. My heart races with anticipation, knowing that I'm finally close to having what I've always desired. As the effects of the spiked drink take hold, Abigail's movements become unsteady. Panic
Abigail's pov -Everything is blurry. Only his touch and some words are ringing in my ears. And he left, but someone else entered or a few."Fuck, she is so hot. I didn't expect this much." Someone exclaimed. I am feeling so filthy right now. Mick, where are you? I need you. Please save me.My heart pounds wildly in my chest, making it difficult to breathe as one of them rubs his palm on my abdomen. I try to move, but someone holds my legs. "Yeah, a lottery for us," another one chuckles. I have no strength to oppose them. What was in that drink? Mick, please come.I feel someone's hand lifting my gown. God, please no.Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision even further as I try to fight back the overwhelming emotions. I try to move, but their grip on me is so tight that I cannot be released. Someone is near my lips. I can sense the breathing. There is no hope left. No hope...I am losing my grip on the bed sheet, my body trembling uncontrollably as they weigh heavily on me. I am
Michael's pov -As I am lifting Abigail into my arms, the party room fills with whispers and speculation. I can feel the judgmental gazes, the murmurs spreading like wildfire. Some suggest that Abigail might be addicted to drugs or wine, while others praise me for being a caring husband. I see jealousy in the eyes of some girls, wishing they were in Abigail's place. But I ignore them all, my focus solely on Abigail's well-being.Intent on leaving the party, I guide Abigail towards the exit, but the journalists surround us, blocking our way. Their insensitive questions about Abigail's condition infuriate me, but I try my best to maintain composure."She is fine. Thanks for asking," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside.But they don't stop there; they continue with their intrusive questions, probing into Abigail's personal life. The anger in me intensifies, but I hold back, aware that reacting to such a situation might only make things worse for Abiga
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