The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel opened his eyes slightly and glanced at his bodyguard.

“Babe, I did it on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?”

He kept the words to himself though. If he said it out loud, he knew Emmeline would probably throw him out on the highway.

They made their way up to the second floor, and the bodyguards helped Abel into Emmeline’s bedroom.

“He can’t stay here,” Emmeline said anxiously. “Put him in the guest room!”

The bodyguards hesitated.

“I always stay in the guest room at the Precipice,” Emmeline said with a frown. “Why should he get to stay with me?”

The bodyguard thought Emmeline had a point and turned to help Abel to the guest room.

But as he did, Abel reached out and twisted the bodyguard’s arm hard.

The bodyguard was taken aback, but then he realized that he had to listen to Abel, not Emmeline.

“Ms. Louise, Mr. Abel’s had too much to drink,” the bodyguard said. “You know his stomach can’t handle it. It’s better if he stays with you. You can take care of him.”

Emmeline’s big bed and quickly made their escape, closing the door behind

he made

so hard that he nearly threw up. He had to endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled out and

him for a few seconds, realizing

shoes, then his suit jacket, and loosened his tie. She then carefully positioned him on the bed and covered him

slurred. “I’m so thirsty.

ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember when you kicked

thirsty,

and poured him a

glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, drinking the water slowly until

Emmeline complained as she put the glass down and tucked

suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his

with me, Emma. I love you, I really do…” Abel slurred, tears

drunken rambling, Abel couldn’t help but shed a tear as

in her heart, and her vision became

help but snuggle into Abel’s embrace, tucking her little head

in his heart, holding her

much time had passed, but Emmeline had fallen

the little woman

big hand caressed her delicate face, and