Ivy confirmed her arrival at Zcity in the evening and assured Abigail that her father was getting better. She even got to speak with him but could barely hear any word he spoke. Yet still, it warmed her heart. The more reason she was bent on doing everything possible to make Ivy happy, including enduring Tony's sometimes unthoughtful words.
Tony wasn't able to go back to the office as planned, settling on keeping Dennis in Isaacs' mansion till the culprits were arrested. Isaac readily agreed because no one lived there at the moment and it would take some time to be ready. As soon as the culprits were apprehended, he would rent a two-bedroom apartment for him with a years' advance so he could pick his life back up. He had already settled his mothers' medical bills as well.
After Dennis mentioned the names, they were given to the Wrights Secret Service to be dealt with. As soon as they were found, information would reach him. The next day, he had breakfast with Abigail
Throughout the journey home, Tony was strangely in good spirits. He had never exhibited this side to her before, making her wonder who he called and what made him so happy. He was clearly upset when he went to the washroom so what happened? Chaos patrolled on Abigail's mind and yet, she couldn't make head or tail of the situation.Offhandedly, Tony placed his arm around her shoulder, startling her. She creased her brow and shifted uncomfortably. Was he drunk?Plus, her actions only confirmed to Tony that he had a bargaining chip. The confusion on her face was just splendid and Tony loved it. He wasn't upset that she moved away. Rather, his smirk extended to laughter.Abigail was only convinced that Tony was going crazy. When they got home, she was about to open the door by herself when Tony said, "wait." Abigail stopped, even more, troubled when he got down and opened the door for her, bowing gently, "your royal highness, we are home," he mocked her.
Desperation was a moving van that made Abigail accept terms of marriage she didn't understand. To her, it was just a marriage on paper but the paper was mightier than thoughts or vocal words. What the paper held, granted her access to up to fifty percent of the Wrights' fortune, which she hadn't seen because the portion was covered. Ivy knew that if she had revealed it, Abigail wouldn't have signed. She wasn't an opportunist. Being oblivious to everything, her thoughts ran vicious when they sat next to Tony. The usual coldness and loathing that tensed up their partnership wavered. Tony drove with a light heart, trying to be slightly intimate, sometimes running his hand on Abigail's thigh while his other hand held the steering wheel. Each time, she shoved his hand away but Tony would put it right back till she stopped shoving it away. He was sending hints about tonight and she wasn't dumb to not know. Also, Tonys' words that the money belonged to her as well kept ring
Abigail didn't know what to expect when Tony dropped her gently on the bed, paralyzing herself with overthinking. She had never experienced this side of life, making her nervous, as she began taking in deep breaths to calm herself. She was hit by the coldness, being without any covering, warming herself with her frail hands around her chest. Tony instantly turned on the heater and realized that she was too tense. She had no idea how nervous he was, the fact being that he had never been with a naive and fragile woman like her. This was a new journey he was willing to take with her, bringing her into his world of pleasure. He dimmed the lights, not turning them off because he didn't want to make love to her in the dark. He wanted to see as well as hear her response to everything he would do to her."Relax, sex is delicious. It's something we are both going to enjoy," he cooed when he sat next to her, only in his boxers. His closeness and words only increased her nervousness ins
"You did this." Tanya's eyes roamed the garden, a delightful and satisfactory smile settled in the corners of her mouth while she confirmed with certainty. From the choice of flowers and gardening aesthetics, she knew without a doubt that this could only be the handiwork of Abigail since some of these flowers were her personal favourites. Abigail offered her a seat at the patio while she instructed one of the maids to make them coffee. "How can you tell so quickly?" Abigail asked, blinking back her tears. Their bond was just great. Tanya rolled her eyes, "are you truly asking? Those water lilies in the pond, I told you I loved them when we went to the national garden and the fountain, I told you they told silent stories and the..." "I know, but what happened to you?" Abigail cut her off and asked. Every flower she used and every decorative item had a story attached to it. That was what made her work special but she could see through Tanya's smile and lovable personality that somethi
Abigail didn't want Tony to get involved. This was her revenge. Her father's return in good health would be her first step so what sweetness would remain if Tony did that for her? Moreover, Tony would never let it slide if she explained therefore, she remained quiet. "Do you want me to force you? I can do that," he moved strands of wet hair from her neck and said in a deep voice.Abigail was nervous. How could she get his mind off this finding? Her stepmother had meant to stab her father in his sleep and she protected him with her body, the pain was all she felt before blacking out. When she woke up, the story had changed. A thief got into the house looking for an escape route after being caught, barged into her father's room. From the fear shadowing him that he could wake up and get him arrested, he was about to stab him when Abigail threw her body over his.The thief had escaped before her stepmother barged in to save the situation. That was what her father was
This was the first Saturday Tony spent on the same bed with Abigail, and the longest they both slept. They had spent the night exploring each others' bodies, till sleep stole them. They were still bleak about what they felt for each other but at least, they had found the happiness they both thought was impossible. The ring sound of Tonys' phone brought him out of his deep sleep. Grabbing it by the lampstand, he muted it before crawling gently out of bed, draping a towel robe over his sizzling naked sexy body. In order not to wake Abigail, he went to the balcony to answer the call, his mouth opening wide with the breathtaking view. Instantly, he knew the brain behind the amazing transformation. He hadn't seen all these because back then, he was busy being dirty while Abigail was busy keeping the villa. Thinking through it, he was saddened by how he hated her before. He couldn't trace the cause of his hatred towards her at the early stages to anything mean
Abigail was in the middle of her makeover when her phone rang. Tanya removed it from her purse for her and she swiped the answer button. "Madam, sir has refused to eat the food and he said that you know why." Abigail broke out in cold sweats. Of course, she knew why. If lunch wasn't delivered by her, then Tony was going to starve. It was as simple as that and she couldn't believe he would still hold it against her even when she was out with his knowledge. "Can you be a little faster?" she pleaded with the beautician. She didn't know that this was going to take so much time. Tanya had recommended a specialist to take care of her hair since it was in very bad shape. Now, it looked as if she just had a hair transplant. She finished and left her shop to that of the make artist. Just walking from one shop to the other after having her hair washed, dyed and blow-dried with some other specialist treatments, Abigail had unknowingly caused a car crash so what was going
If Tony was surprised, then that was an understatement. He was used to women wanting more from him but never for once did he expect it this early from the woman who was clothed in so much innocence. Restfully, it erased his fears. The fear that she might not be enough for him because of her inability to meet up with his high libido. He could work three women through the night and still have reserved energy for more. Now, he didn't have to restrict the sex monster inside of him. They were both going to enjoy it. "Be careful what you ask for. I don't want you to get crippled," he said when she got on her feet, limping slightly towards the washroom, returning with a wet tissue and began wiping the little bloodstain on the leather seat. That was her innocence taken by him. His eyes darkened, as he ambled close to her. Kneeling beside her, he took the tissue from her hand. She let out that wonderful sweet smile, "who said I will be crippled? Maybe you aren't up to