Chapter 397 - Can we talk (6)

10 May, Paul Gu's apartment, City K

Paul quietly opened the apartment door. The last few days had been a nightmare. All Abigail wanted to do was argue and attempt to force him into bed. While he could not regret what happened on their wedding night, the situation was not fair for Abigail. He had only agreed to marry her to protect her and her siblings from the greed of her mother.

She needed to experience life, rather than fall into the trap of being a wife without any life for herself. That was the trap that impacted his parents and caused their nasty breakup when his mother finally started to find herself.

The funny thing was, ever since the day of their marriage, Sally was just something that he had hidden through, rather than looked for a relationship. It was seeing Abigail walk down the aisle towards him that he realised that in using that reasoning he had almost missed out on what could and he hoped would be a wonderful, happy and fulfilling life long relationship. Abigail had looked like an angel, and he felt so protective of her, but her personality was so engaging that he was captivated. That made him mentally kick himself because he had missed the opportunity to openly pursue her simply because he did not want to deal with her mother.

Reaching that realisation, made him on the day after their wedding become determined that he would pursue developing a relationship with Abigail before returning to her bed. He wanted her commitment to the relationship to be as strong as he felt about it.

It became clear though that Abigail believed his rejection of her s.e.x.u.a.lly was an utter rejection of their relationship, and that he had simply used her on their wedding night to, in her words, scratch an itch.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, he slipped on his at home slippers and noticed several pairs of shoes he did not recognise. Who was here? He walked into the apartment further, intending to place his briefcase into his office before talking to Abigail. However, as he reached the lounge area, he was shocked and nearly dropped his briefcase which has his laptop, tablet and phone in it.

There was a number of young men and women, some undressed to a point, others drinking and smoking without a care, and two men, either side of his wife, one caressing her hair and the other brushing his fingers up and down her arm. That was his wife, and he was the one who had the right, no, the privilege to demonstrate his feelings to her, not these nameless sc.u.m hitting on a married woman.

As he moved to the far end of the room, he carefully placed his laptop down, before moving back to the room entry before yelling "What in the world do you all think you are doing in my home?"

Abigail hearing Paul pushed away the two men beside her before jumping up and yelling back "Your home. I thought that this was our home and I could, as much as you can, have friends come by, particularly to cheer me up. But I guess that tells me all I need to know. Get the f*ck out of here. You have places you can go, but I have nowhere so I will be staying here and keeping this place."

Moving closer, Paul saw on the table what appeared to be illicit drugs. No way would he allow Abigail to be tainted by people who used those things, let alone their home. He was going to send a message to these idiots, and as he got to where Abigail was in arm's length, he reached out and pulled her into his arms before crashing his lips onto hers while pushing her deep into his embrace.

As she crashed into Paul's body Abigail knew she was in heaven. Paul had denied her his embrace and passion, but this sparked him into action, and she could feel his hands caressing her back, while he started to nip at her lips to trigger her opening his mouth for him.

Using as much force as she could muster Abigail pulled back slightly in Paul's embrace, before saying to her friends "Get out of here and take your stuff with you. She then crashed her lips back onto Paul's this time opening her mouth which resulted in him quickly pushing his tongue into her mouth twisting his tongue around her tongue causing her to m.o.a.n with pleasure.

Paul subconsciously heard noises as if Abigail's guests were tidying up and leaving, but he had no intention of watching them. The woman he wanted now, and for the future was in his arms, meeting his passion with a similar level of passion. She was pressing as hard as she could against his already growing e*ection. He just hoped that he did not embarrass himself while there were people still here.

After a couple of minutes, the only sounds that Paul could hear was the m.o.a.ns of him and Abigail, and he reluctantly pulled away, and turned to look at what was happening. While there were alcohol bottles laying around all signs of drugs were gone, and he then heard a couple of voices call out "You have more important things on your mind Abigail, we will catch up with you later."

Feeling embarrassed, all Abigail could call out was "Fine."

Looking at his wife, Paul could see how embarrassed she looked. He though, would not have changed his reaction, as the one thing it generated was a real sign of passion from his bride.

Paul turned to her, and quietly said "Can we talk?"

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