Like the previous times, he kissed her like a starved man. Like a man who had been denied his means of survival for so long. Like a beast in heat. Like she was the only thing and only one he had ever wanted in his entire life…And all the while his lips were engaging hers in a scorching french kiss, his erotic hands were kept busy as well, wandering all over the places they could reach in her body. Cupping her boobs, caressing her bare thighs, stroking her arms, pulling her hair down and running his fingers through it… But Angelina wasn't holding back as well. It was as if the beast in him aroused the wild cat in her as she kissed him back with the vigour of a tigress. She was becoming bolder and bolder with every kiss they shared and now, she kissed him with a passion that rivalled his own.And when she snaked her hands into his bathrobe and touched his bare chest, Maxwell let out a deep moan and instantly, the rhythm and tempo of the kiss changed.It was as if that single touch; th

Needless to say, none of the two of them got even a wink of sleep that eventful night. They didn't even bother trying to do so at all since they knew it would be in vain. While Maxwell was forced to take yet another cold shower in the middle of the cold night before he engrossed himself with work, Angelina chose to spend her own sleepless night chattering non-stop with her pet bird. Even though all the talking parrot could say in return is "Hey honey, I love you", she wasn't deterred. She just kept talking to it, telling it everything and nothing, just to take her mind off what happened earlier in the kitchen. At least, having the beloved pet professing its undying love for her served as a reminder that no matter what, she still has someone who loves her for herself, not just lusting after her body…As early as five thirty am, Angelina who still hasn't gotten used to the harsh cold weather of the United Kingdom which was worse than that in her home country America, forced herself to

God! He was already hardening just remembering those smoldering moments. And when he remembered how wet and ready for him she felt when he touched her womanly core through her panties, Maxwell growled out loud like a wounded lion, making his personal assistant who had stepped one foot into the office to instantly retreat backwards and close the door behind him.Aaron Bentley had been treading on thin ice ever since the big boss came into the office that eventful morning. Indeed the big boss's mood has been sour these past few months but this particular morning, it was worst! When he served him coffee first thing in the morning, he had just taken one sip of it before flinging the cup with its entire content away, something he had never done before. Even though Aaron was sure the boss disliked the taste of his coffee, he had never seen him react in that manner. All he does is just to take a few sips and leave the rest for Aaron to toss away. Not just that, he had snapped at a potential

As Maxwell obeyed, Angelina didn't know when she hastily jumped behind him, using his tall, muscular frame as a shield from Nanna's scrutinizing eyes. "M–my skin is not glowing. I–I mean there's nothing to see. I'm not…erm…I'm not…"At that, both ladies within earshot— Nanna and Isabella burst out laughing while the corners of Maxwell's mouth moved a little, as if he was also suppressing laughter. "Pregnant. The word is pregnant, chica. Don't worry, there's nothing to be scared of about pregnancy and childbirth. All those scary stories you might have heard were highly exaggerated. There's nothing more magical, more amazing than being a mother, chica. It's the most wonderful experience in the whole world so don't be scared of becoming pregnant, okay? And I have seen you with Isabella. You don't even have to put in any effort as you have natural maternal qualities, chica. It's in you. It's who you are. And so I'm sure just like in every other thing you do, you'll be spectacular

Angelina felt as if her whole world has come crashing down and thus she had no idea how she managed to do it but in a heartbeat, she was standing right there in front of the slumped figure of her husband. Slowly and in great anticipation, she bent over and as her glassy, tear-filled eyes finally registered his deeply, peacefully asleep form, she didn't know when she released a very, very deep breath— the breath she didn't know she was holding.He was just sleeping! He was fine! He was okay! He hasn't fallen unconscious! Geez! Angelina had never felt so relieved in her entire life!And as the relief wore off, she couldn't help but rove her eyes all over his sleeping figure, gawking at him and drinking in his beautifully handsome features as hungrily as she had never done before. While asleep he looked quite different— good difference. His features were much softer while sleeping. The grim lines which usually crease his brows were nowhere to be seen, making him look more handsome and ap