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.”

Abel onto Emmeline’s big bed and quickly

he made sure to lock the

the bed so hard that he nearly threw up. He had to endure the discomfort and lay

few seconds, realizing that this

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

Abel slurred. “I’m so

ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember when you kicked me out

thirsty,

caved and poured him a glass

lips. He closed his eyes and

you’re heavy,” Emmeline complained as she put the glass down and

Abel suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her

with me, Emma. I love you, I really

Abel couldn’t help but shed a tear as

felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and her vision became

into Abel’s embrace,

a secret joy in his heart, holding her like this and

but Emmeline had fallen asleep in his

at the little

face, and his thumb stroked her soft