20 - First night

Abigail's POV.

I'm dizzy!

The floor was moving and I couldn't get my feet on the ground properly, heading to the door ahead of me while trying to stop myself from losing my balance.

I lean on the door before drinking the bottle of champagne in my hand and ring the doorbell three times. No one answered, so I rang it again until someone unlocked the door and I almost fell on the floor.

Gladly, Baron caught me on time.

I looked at him before chuckling and kissed him on the cheeks. “There you are!”

“Abby, you're drunk. What are you doing to yourself?” He asked.

“Me? Nothing. I'm just celebrating because my partner in crime is already engaged! Isn't it exciting?!” I giggled.

Baron helped me stand up and carried me all the way to the living room after shutting his door. He left me there and came back with a wet towel. He rubbed it to my face gently, causing me to open my eyes.

“That's cold!” I complain, pouting.

“I told you not to drink without me, Abby. You can't even handle yourself. Look at what you've done to yourself,” he began scolding me.

“Why are you scolding me, Baron?” I questioned.

“Because you're acting like a child, Abigail. It's already midnight yet you're drunk and stinky. Who's taking care of your child?” He asked while wiping my face with the towel.

“Don't worry, I hire a babysitter to look after my children.

“You should go home,” he said.

I rose from lying on the couch and pouted, “No!”

“Don't be stubborn, Abigail. You're going home and I will drive you—” he paused when I grabbed and kissed him.

The kiss lasted for twenty seconds before I let him go, and he almost lost his ability to speak. Baron was staring at me like I killed someone.

I may be drunk, but I'm still in my right mind tonight and this is what I wanted.

“Abigail…” he murmured after being silent for too long.

“I've been wanting to do this ever since we live together… wondering what your lips taste and if you would let me taste it…” I mumble. I touch his cheek while staring at his eyes, “Will you, Baron?”

“No, Abigail. You're drunk.”

“I'm not drunk!” I shouted.

“Please, don't make it hard for both of us.”

“Then I'll make it easy.” I stripped myself without averting my eyes.

I exposed my body to him, leaving my bra on. His eyes remain on mine but I can see the disappointment in his eyes. I moved closely, hesitant from my next move when suddenly I found myself kissing him again.

I kissed him slowly, passionately, and shyly, telling myself this was a bad idea. I was about to stop when Baron hugged me and responded to my kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss until I felt my back landed on the couch.

He was on top of me when he stopped and looked directly into my eyes. Baron was hesitant, and I knew why.

“Take me, Baron. I'm all yours tonight…” I swallowed.

“Are you sure? You can back out, Abigail.”

I shook my head, “I'm not backing out, so please. Don't stop.”

After I permitted him, he immediately kissed me again. His sweet kisses begin to travel, leaving my neck the traces of the love he's been showing me ever since. I felt his lips on my chest, s*cking it and leaving a mark. I moaned as his lips went down and unhooked my bra.

Am I really ready to give my body? Am I?

Yes, I am.

I arch my back when his warm tongue touches my n*pples, and s*ck it like a baby. Baron and I's eyes met, I bit my lower lip while trying to hold myself from moaning louder. Baron was so careful with my n*pple, and his tongue was doing a good job!

I can't remember when was the last time I had s*x, but tonight was different. Different from my experience and I love it.

Baron was holding my b*bs with care and I couldn't help but moaning because of what he was doing. With every s*ck he sent a wave of arousal to my body, making me beg for more.

“Hmm, Baron…”

He was playing with my two babies, making me insane and moaning under my breath until he stopped and kissed me again.

“I want you, Baron…”

“Are you sure about this, Abby? I don't want you to regret this.”

I smiled, showing him that there was nothing to be worried about. “Yes, Baron. Yes…”

He parted from me and removed the robe he was wearing, revealing to me his gorgeous body. I swallowed, averting my gaze to somewhere else because I suddenly felt shy.

He chuckled, “Don't be shy.”

“Sorry, I haven't seen a man's body for five years, so.”

He touched my chin and turned me to him, and after that, he kissed me. I blink as he moves away and at any moment, I felt his sharpness poking into my wetness. He's already under my skirt, so I spread my legs to give him access.

Until he went in successfully. Baron thrust carefully, with love and care. Our lips became intense, thirsty for each other, and couldn't ask for more. Every thrust he made left a mark on my soul, I didn't feel regretful and let him handle me.

“Hmm…” I moan under our kisses, especially since his movement becomes faster.

Baron moves deeply, hitting the right spot. I arch my back again as he holds my waist and moves inside me rapidly. This is insane!

“Oh, gosh! Faster, Baron! Please!”

I felt how wet I was inside, and any moment I was going to reach my climax. I'm almost there!

“I’m coming, Baron…”

“Almost there, Abby.”

“Sh*t! Please, I want more!” I scream.

He thrust deeper and our body was colliding, making a sound in every thrust he made.

“I'm almost there, Baron! Ahhh!” I came and he filled me with his juices. We're both catching our breaths, staring at each other while covered with sweat.

I pushed him away from me before picking up my blouse and covering my body. Suddenly everything sinks in and my hangover is already gone, but I don't regret what I've done tonight.

“You regret it, right?” Baron suddenly spoke after a short silence.

I glanced at him before smiling to ease his doubt, “No. I didn't regret it, Baron.”

“Then why did you push me?”

“I'm sorry but everything sinks in and my hangover is already gone. I know I shouldn't have done that, especially since I forced you to do that. However, I'm a mess up. I involved you again…”

He hugged me and whispered, “I'm always ready to get involved in your life, Abigail.”

“This is not going to work,” I stood up before sighing and added, “You have to make that proposal real.”

“What? I don't want to be tied up with that desperate woman.”

I turned to face him and replied, “Hilary is getting closer to you and that's a good sign. I have to divert their attention in order to dig deeper into my father's case. If they're behind my back, I couldn't find out the truth.”

“Are you telling me to marry that woman?”

“If that's necessary, why not?”

He scoffed, “That's not easy, Abby. Perhaps, it's easy for you to say it but for me, it's not.”

“Please, Baron…” I approached him, staring into his eyes to convince him, “Please, I need your help with this, Baron.”

“I don't know, Abigail. This is getting out of hand.”

“But you made a promise.”

“Yes, I did. But I didn't promise to marry your step-sister. I rather date her, not marry her.”

“Then do it.”

He sighed, hesitant, “I'm doing my best, Abigail. But you need to be careful, especially with your kids.”

“Why?”

“Hilary was intrigued about your son's identity. She asked me if they were my children, and I told her yes. However, it was enough to convince her because she saw no resemblance between me and your twins.” He touched my shoulders and added, “If Gerald found out it wasn't my child but his, your calvary will begin.”

“Don't worry, Baron. My twin's identity will remain hidden until my last breath. For now, we need to focus on my dad's case. In Particular, I found more disturbing information.”

“What is it?” He confusedly asked.

“My father didn't spend his remaining time in the hospital, he was treated at home.”

“What?”

“Isn't it disturbing? Why did they hide my father inside his mansion? What for?”

“I think I know where to get an answer, Abigail.”

“Where?”

“Not where, but who.”

“What do you mean?” I curiously asked, but I immediately realized who he was referring to. “Don't tell me…”

So, Hilary and Gerald have something to do with my dad's death? Hold on, what if Priscilla was one of them? I haven't seen my dad's bank history and I think I need to check it as soon as possible.

If Priscilla has something to do with my dad's case, and she has an alliance with her daughter. This is a big case to unfold, especially since that woman wanted nothing from my father but his money ever since they met.

“I know, Abigail. I might need to use my charm to get the information you need, and Hilary won't ignore that charm of mine.”