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.”

bodyguards tossed Abel onto Emmeline’s big bed and quickly made their

the last one out, he made sure to

had to endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled

for a few seconds, realizing that this wasn’t

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

Abel slurred. “I’m so thirsty. I need

my ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember

thirsty, please,” Abel

finally caved and poured him a

glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her,

as she put the glass down and tucked Abel

up, Abel suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into

I

couldn’t help but shed a tear

pang of sorrow in

into Abel’s embrace,

felt a secret joy in his heart, holding her like this and not

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

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

her delicate face, and his thumb