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.”

bed and

the last one out, he made sure to lock

had to endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled out and pretending

glared at him for a few seconds, realizing that this

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

slurred. “I’m so thirsty. I need

ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember when

so thirsty,

pouted and scowled, then finally caved and poured him a

and held the glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and

heavy,” Emmeline complained as she put the glass down

suddenly

you, I

was just drunken rambling, Abel couldn’t help but shed a tear as he held

pang of sorrow in her heart, and her vision

embrace,

in his heart, holding her like this and not daring to

how much time had passed, but Emmeline had fallen asleep in his arms, her warm breath gently

in and looked at the little woman in his arms

her delicate face, and his