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 quickly made their escape, closing the door

the last one out, he made sure to lock the

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

few seconds, realizing

helped him take off his shoes, then his suit jacket, and loosened his tie. She then

slurred. “I’m so thirsty. I

ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember when you kicked

so thirsty,

then finally caved and

closed his eyes

heavy,” Emmeline complained as she put the glass down

she was about to get up, Abel suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into

don’t leave me. Stay with me, Emma. I love you, I really do…” Abel slurred, tears

help but

in her heart, and her vision became

couldn’t help but snuggle into Abel’s embrace, tucking

heart, holding her

fallen asleep in his arms, her warm breath gently blowing into his

leaned in and looked at the little woman in his arms with a

big hand caressed her delicate face, and his thumb