Hello readers, So? Will Michael be able to save Abigail?
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
Ema's pov -The vision of Abigail in Michael's arms is bothering me. That place was mine. Why is Michael so tough to grab? I enter my room.As I sit in the dimly lit room, William enters with an air of frustration surrounding him. He glares at me, and I can't help but smirk, knowing that his plans to separate Abigail and Michael have failed time and time again."So, William, still struggling to break up the perfect couple?" I taunt, unable to resist poking fun at his consistent failures.His grip tightens around my chin as he glares at me, his eyes burning with anger. "You think this is amusing, Ema? You think you can mock me and get away with it?" he warns in a low, threatening voice.I can feel the heat of his anger against my skin, but I refuse to back down. "Come on, William. Admit it. Your schemes have been nothing but a series of failures. Abigail and Michael's love is unbreakable, and you can't stand it. So, you should confess that you can't give me Michael." My gaze is sharp as
Abigail's pov -I wake up with a heavy headache, my head pounding as I try to make sense of my surroundings. As I move to sit up, I realize that I'm completely naked, and confusion washes over me. What happened last night? Why can't I remember anything?Before I can gather my thoughts, the bedroom door opens, and Michael enters, holding a tray in his hands. I quickly cover myself, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable under his gaze.Michael's eyes widen in surprise as he teasingly remarks, "Oh, I already got an eyeful, Abby."I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and I pull the sheets tighter around me. "Michael, please! Can you just give me some clothes?"He chuckles softly, placing the tray on the corner table. "Sure thing, love." He walks to the closet and takes out a fresh set of clothes, placing them gently on the bed for me.I gratefully take the clothes, slipping into them as quickly as possible. As I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, Michael hands me a cup of bla
Michael's pov -I wake up with Abigail in my arms, her peaceful slumber bringing a smile to my face. As much as I want to protect her from the news of last night's incident, I know that we can't stay holed up at home forever. The whole world seems to be talking about it, and I fear how she'll react when she finds out. But for now, I decided to focus on creating beautiful memories with her and giving her a much-needed break from the chaos.I gently stroke her hair as she starts to stir, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.Abigail yawns and stretches, her eyes still filled with sleepiness. "Morning, Michael. What's the plan for today?" she asks with a yawn.I smile, deciding to seize the opportunity to surprise her with our little getaway. "How about we take a spontaneous trip somewhere? Just you and me, for three days. What do you think?"Her eyes light up with excitement, and she sits up eagerly. "Oh, that sounds amazing! B
Abigail's pov -After coming out of the airport, we found a new car waiting for us. We get into the car. The new car glides smoothly along the scenic route, taking us toward our destination. I can't contain my excitement, and my eyes are fixated on the window, eager to soak in every detail of the breathtaking view.Lush greenery stretches far and wide, and the vibrant colors of blooming flowers paint a picturesque landscape. The sun's warm rays kiss my skin, and a gentle breeze tousles my hair, adding to the blissful feeling of the moment.Michael notices my delight and reaches over to gently caress my hand. His touch sends a shiver of warmth through me, and I can't help but blush under his affectionate gaze. "You look so beautiful when you're excited like this," he whispers softly, his voice filled with love.I shyly glance at him, feeling my cheeks grow warmer. "Thank you," I replied, unable to hide my smile. "This trip is already turning out to be more than I could have ever imagine
Abigail's pov -My eyes widen with excitement at the mention of an ocean-view suite. Michael winks at me, knowing just how thrilled I am. "Thank you," he replies with a gracious smile.The staff hands us our keycards, and Michael leads me toward the elevators. As we ascend, I feel butterflies dancing in my stomach. I can't believe we are about to stay in a deluxe suite with a view of the ocean!As we step into the elevator, the soft music playing in the background adds to the enchanting atmosphere of the resort. The interior of the elevator is adorned with mirrored walls and polished metal accents, giving it a modern and chic touch.I catch a glimpse of us in one of the mirrors, Michael standing tall and handsome beside me, and a contented smile graces my lips.As the elevator ascends, I can feel the excitement building within me. I steal glances at Michael, his eyes filled with anticipation as well. The gentle hum of the elevator seems to match the rhythm of my heartbeat, both steadil
Abigail's pov -As the morning sun gently streams through the curtains, Michael and I bask in the comfort of our deluxe ocean-view suite. The sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a soothing soundtrack, lulling us into a state of tranquility. We decided to take a little rest before heading out for lunch.After a leisurely nap, we both wake up feeling refreshed and hungry. Michael glances at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "How about we have lunch at the poolside food court?" he suggests.A smile spreads across my face, and I nod eagerly. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait to feel the ocean breeze while enjoying a delicious meal."We quickly freshen up and make our way to the poolside food court area. As we step outside, the sight before us is simply breathtaking. The resort's pool area is an oasis of relaxation, surrounded by lush palm trees and elegant lounge chairs. The sparkling blue pool stretches out like a shimmering jewel, inviting guests to take a refres
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