||Chapter XII: Wham Bam, Thank you, Man! ||

Abigail.

Abigail opened the doors of her parents' bedroom. Callum had called her as soon as Raymond left. From his voice, she could tell nothing was good.

"Dad, they are threatening us! Why can't we just pay them?" Callum demanded.

Abigail slowly walked in closing the door after her. Raymond Sawyer was downstairs, it wouldn't make a good impression if he knew the Dunhills fight like cats and dogs.

Abigail could smell a fight.

It was her conflicted emotions. She should've been happy seeing her father after three and a half weeks—like any child would be... or could  be angry with him, knowing that he was with his lady love all this while she pined for a father figure.
She was angry that he had another life without them and  didn't feel the need to care the original one. That he had the nerves to think he could leave her mother high and dry.

She was furious that their hope dangled by a string and he didn't want to share their suffering; the suffering he was responsible for. She was filled with disgust as she stared at a man with no morals. She was confused-angry why hadn't her mumma left this man, even after she knew he was cheating on her for eleven years now. And she wouldn't be surprised if Daddy dearest had fathered bastard children with the other woman. It was a significant time period cheating on her mum.

"It's not that easy," Des replied in a low voice. Adel paced across the room, hands on her hips, brows furrowed with an angry scowl. Abigail knew she was just angry with him for leaving.

"What do you mean?" Adel grated.

"Abigail, my child! My love, come here give your daddy a hug." Des ignore the razor-sharp tongue of his missus.

With contempt, Abigail moved. His sweet voice was filled with so much of love, mocking her conscience and the situation. She slowly observed, he looked tired with purplish bags under his eyes and the greys were prevailing. It looked as if he was starved, she noticed the slightly hollowing cheeks. He wore his business suit just like Callum. Her best guess, they had been together for a business meeting before coming home.

"Oh, my angel I missed you so much!" Des whispered in her hair, stroking them in a comforting way; she wrapped her arms around his torso. Des slowly pulled away, but Abigail didn't loosen her grip. He was her father, she was his angle...he was her hero...he was one person who ought never to hurt her. He slowly cupped her face and kissed her forehead and smiled at her.

"Just last month we gave them thirty-five thousand, how would I get more?" Des questioned absent-minded.

"You were to get advance...where is it?" Adel had her brows raised and her foot tapped impatiently on the ground... She quickly got up from the bed and pulled them away and stood between them with hands on her hips.

"It's...complicated.... it got stuck and I can't  get any soon."

"Are you saying we won't get—"

"No! We'll get it, but it'll take some time. But don't worry...it'll come." Des didn't meet Adel's gaze and so she knew they won't get any money ever.

"But...if Abigail could ask some money from..." Des wondered loudly.

"So now you are going to ask your son-in-law to cover your naked ass! Don't stoop so low!" Adel's voice raised a few octaves.

"Mother... please." Callum distressed and embarrassed warned her politely.

"How is it stooping low?!" Des sounded bewildered as he turned his back to his family and ran his fingers combing his red, predominantly graying, and thinning hair.

Callum scoffed. "What a shallow lot!" Callum flunked the insult at his father.

"We will withdraw from my Deposit." Adel boldly declared.

"Don't be stupid!" Des and Callum spoke simultaneously and Abigail too denied, "No mum, you won't."

"I'll use my investment money instead—" Callum suggested, but Adel shot him down.

"No, no... you have been working on it for—"

"Mum, Please I—" Callum began, but Adel had already directed attention to her husband. She grabbed his shoulder to turn him around to look at her.

Adel's blazing eyes bored,  she asked, "What is wrong with withdrawing from my deposit?!" sternly.

 "I had to pay an EMI in America!"

"With my money? That was my money!" Adel bristled fisting his collar in her chubby fists. She knew it was his plan to leave her penny less.

"Yeah, right!" Des scoffed. "Where was I 'ought to get the money from?!"

"IT WAS MY MONEY! I saved them for three years—"

"Your money?!" Des snorted. "It was my money that I earned and gave you to run this household!" Des yelled pushing her hand away. "That was my money!" he mimicked a girly voice to mock Adel and her previous words.

"So?" Adel shrieked.

"Ma, calm down. Raymond is standing down. He might hear us." Abigail calmly intervened pushing both her parents away with her hand restraining their shoulders.

"What did you do with it?! Where did you blow it? Huh?"

"I blew it on the new car." Des mocked her.

"You bought a new car...in AMERICA?!" Adel growled, breathing out fire.

"I need it there." Des mumbled.

"For yourself or was it for that whoring shank! What....What is her name...?" Adel scorned him with narrowing eyes. "Ah, Mrs. Robinson!" Adel tried closing the distance between them, but Abigail's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Don't bring her into this!" Des' neck vein popped as pushed towards Adel, completely disregarding Abigail's resistance. Index pointed at Adel his eyes regarded his wife with mad fury. "Stop with your nonsense! You are mental! You need a mental asylum! "

Adel asked, pointing towards her, "I'm mental?!" and she scoffed, swatting his finger away she got red and in his face she hissed. "Yes, of course, I'm mental; anyone could go mental living with you! You are the bane of my life! This man...I can't —" with every word her index finger jabbed Des' chest

"Yes, of course, what about the nuisance you cause in my life?" Des bellowed a vein popped his neck and forehead.

"You are the nuisance of my life," Adel bawled her finger pointing at Des again "and you make it worse by your insolence!"

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

"Sir, Madam? Mr. Raymond Sawyer awaits your presence down." Mrs. Bells' sweet voice on the other side of the door silenced the fighting couple much to Abigail's happiness. Abigail sighed in relief when her parents pulled away.

"Just a minute Mrs. Bells," Adel replied, pulling completely away and disregarding Des' presence. Her agony was eating her inside out. But she was a strong woman and she would not show any vulnerability. She quickly wiped her tears and left the room. Des soon followed out, leaving extremely tired, emotional, Abigail and Callum. Abigail was about to follow her parents when Callum stopped her.

"Wait...!" Callum's voice set all the alarm ringing in her head. She halted mid-stride.

"What's wrong?" Abigail asked gingerly turning around, praying to God it was nothing major.

It was not fair for the night to turn into a terrible nightmare and it wasn't even nine in the evening!

"I can't believe I am saying this,"

"What is it Callum?"

"Raymond wishes to sell Abical to Shane and Shane...he will literally rip the company into pieces to recover money...You need to stir things a bit..."

"I-I don't get it! How can he...!"

"Today, dad called and said Raymond was going to hold the meeting and asked me to be ready by four. He directly joined me from the Airport to the meeting."

"And not a single word was breathed to me!"

"I'm sorry, I wanted to but dad didn't allow. He said something about testing waters. The meeting turned out to be about financial loss Merck Group will be facing this financial year... And we---"

"...we are one of them."

"Yes, we cost him five percent. Raymond was pretty pissed. He sold Mr. Winteres' and Caldwell's company to Shane, Shane bought it for twenty and ten million. That's—"

"...twice the market value! They are small shipping companies! Why would someone buy it for so much?" Abigail wondered out loud.

"Do you know how much he gave them?"

"I'm guess he kept twenty-five percent and gave rest to them?"

Callum scoffed. "Opposite."

"What! He gave five to Mr. Winteres and two to Mr. Caldwell?!" Abigail was bewildered as her octaves raised. "That's insane! Mr. Caldwell or Mr. Winteres didn't do anything?"

"Yeah, but not a single person flinched! Except for Mr. Winteres, he lurched for Raymond's neck!"

"Surprise! Surprise! What do you expect?" Abigail scoffed. "And Caldwell?" she asked.

"He was too scared for his life when he saw security roughen up Mr. Winteres." Callum took a deep breath

"I gave him the proposal for our Plymouth project... he agreed." Callum told her grimly.

"Okay...so how did it turn on us?" Abigail asked with a raised solitary brow.

"Urm...I don't know..?" Callum rubbed the back of his neck. "After the meeting got over...I was kind of strolling around the conference room waiting to talk to Raymond..." Abigail raised a brow in question, as he continued. "...kinda like trying to butter him up... when I heard Mai speak—"

"Of course, that errant creature opened her mouth." Abigail rolled her eyes and scowled at the fact.

"She said and I quote, 'Do you really want to go with their Plymouth project?' And Raymond said no. Mai further argued saying that we won't be able to repay the loss with immediate effect and that he should sell AbiCal to Shane to secure the incurred loss and he agreed. They are going to finalize it tomorrow. I couldn't hear more because Mai walked out of the room and I had to leave. " Callum finished in one breath, ending up in pants.

"We need to stir things up, Abigail. You need to stir it up."

~*~

Raymond.

He had waited for thirty minutes to be in her company again but she never came; instead, none of the Dunhills appeared. He had very impatiently demanded their presence to the housemaid, and the old scared maid scampered away to fulfil his demand.

After exactly twenty minutes Mr. and Mrs. Dunhill came greeted him but not her. It was his impatient nature that pushed him to the edge and the seconds ticked he grew more impatient. Mrs. Dunhill was talking something about food when he felt her; it was how the air shifted, the buzzing dots of energy crackled with pure excitement and all the voices stopped.

It was calm in his mind; the kind he'd grown to love.

She elegantly walked down the stairs with Callum trailing behind her. She raised her head to look and her cat-like green eyes darted taking in the situation as they settled on him they gleamed with determination. She walked towards him as if tip-toeing very carefully yet unwavering to reach her goal. On cue, a shiver battled down his spine almost violently. And desired romped his very soul. She reached them and made her way in Raymond's arm just like she had done 'Fund Raiser' night; selfishly as though showing him off. He physically had to stop himself from growling in appreciation. She looked up at his towering figure and flashed him a heart melting smile.

Raymond closed his eyes. He sighed and lifted his dark lashes; gun-metal blue eyes burned her viridian green.

"You both make such a lovely couple!" Mrs. Dunhill gushed, delighted. His eyes left hers to look at Mrs. Dunhill. He found Mr. and Mrs. Dunhill smiling fondly at them but Callum had no smile on his face, just a passive face. If he hadn't been so busy enjoying her in his arm and the quintessential calmness he would have noticed their Cheshire smile and that it was all good to be true.

"You must be hungry, let's eat." she slowly spoke slowly guiding him to the dinner room.

Dinner that evening was marked by an occasionally trumpeted commonplace by long minutes of awkward silence as none of the five diners –including Raymond himself— spoke; nevertheless, it was daunting. Abigail, the wrench, had started showing her true colours. Just to spite him, Raymond thought, she wore a denim shirt with first two buttons open paired with off-white mid-thigh frills skirt. She sat in front of him comfortably eased in her chair with top two buttons of her blouse open just enough to push his loins in a frenzy of want and need.

He vaguely remembered her telling him she hates Italian yet she ate everything whilst flashing him a pearly smile. Raymond realized that his brain refused to move into gear with every second he stared at the beautiful creature in front of him.

'Horribly manipulative!'

Her lips were moist and relaxed. Raymond stared at it, mesmerized, imagining them moving together, again. Pretending it was normal, just like a man kissing his wife... if only life was that easy.

He grabbed his glass of wine and took a hasty gulp to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. Enthusiastically she tackled the vegetables on her plate, pushing the fork into the exotic sauce and up in between her lips then slowly chewing them. The sauce slowly dribbled out of her mouth and she poked her pink tongue out to lick it clean.

He held the knife in his hand tautly; his dear life depended on it. Even though his pants were tight painfully, his chest had started heaving slightly, and his jaw was knotted as he continued gazing at her.

She casually peeled a leaf of artichoke and dipped it in the butter. He watched hypnotized, as she delicately sucked the butter off and slipped the fleshy leaf in her mouth. The air crackled with his maddening desire. Her seductive moves drove his mind in the gutter. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.

He opened his eyes to a chair being pulled back and Abigail had excused herself without an ounce of protest from anyone. His heart sunk to his stomach, he saw her leave. He looked up to see if anyone could tell him what was happening. Her plate remained half-eaten, her wine glass untouched. And suddenly his calmness was distorted disturbingly. The buzzing dots of energy faded away with a trace of restlessness.

After that, the dinner dragged on. The main course was replaced by the dessert followed by Mrs. Dunhill grilling him about his future plans and how much money he made annually. To each superficial question, he replied half-heartedly but not more than a few words yet maintained a polite nature. Mr. Dunhill tried to engage him in business talks and Raymond had almost flung something as a release of his riling up irritation. Reply he did give but soon discovered Callum to be dead silent. His silent behaviour didn't sit well with Raymond; agreed he and Callum had never talked before the meeting today but there a touch of guilt and shame in his eyes. It was pretty predictable to see the he was mentally absent from this event; it bothered him.

"Miss. Dunhill awaits you private presence in her room as soon you finish your food, sir. A matter of utmost importance has to be discussed." He was too busy to notice the maid walk up to him and utter the words in his ears. On his feet, he was, when he registered the words and politely excused himself. He took the first chance to be freed from the torturous boredom. He took a breath of relief and once again the buzzing dots of energy rocked his soul with excitement.

Abigail.

Abigail leaned over the sink to fix her lipstick— a bold red colour. Anxiety coiled deeply in her stomach and radiated in tons. Nerves tingled as she stepped out of the bathroom into her room. Her choice caught up with her, she almost made a run for proper clothing. If she did this there was no going back, no undoing. There were chances she'd end up regretting this for the rest of her life. But...

She stopped herself from overthinking; instead, she walked over the balcony and drew the curtains.

Now or never. She told herself. She was going to do this. Later she walked over and dimmed the lights. Taking a final look of the room she grabbed the glass of wine and drained it. If she was going to do this she needed more alcohol to prevent her from chickening out.

The door opened and she grabbed another glass of wine.

Raymond.

He opened the door with his single push and the blood rushed his to loins. The moment Raymond opened the door; nothing could have prepared him for what awaited him.

His knew, she had just walked out of the shower in just a gray loosely tied robe. The robe barely managed to conceal her breast and reached up to her mid-thigh. Her fiery red hair had turned blood red making her viridian green eyes pop.

His heart thudded like a beating drum, just faster. Mouth dried at the sight of Abigail freshly showered with blood red hair her green eyes popping out staring at him innocently. Her pouty lips openly inviting him to mess with them. But the sight of her in a sorry excuse of a robe, a droplet of water slowly traced down her the craned hollow of her neck, teasing him. The blue sapphire pendant rested elegantly on her chest just above her mid-drift and moved as she breathed; truly beguiling. Her supple bubbies and smooth, soft pair of porcelain white legs had him salivating again.

Oh!

What beautiful thighs, legs and ankles she had! Absolutely God blessed. Greedily, he devoured her almost naked charms as they were exhibited before him. The buzzing dots of energy roared to life silencing the voices.

The air was knocked out of him at once when he heard her soft, innocent voice.

"Come in please." She said offering him a glass of wine. He complied, softly shutting the door. He took the glass and observed the dim lit room, standing in the middle of the room. Abigail without a word turned and walked away from him.

His gaze followed her legs as she stopped in front of the vinyl player. One hand held her glass of wine the other searched for vinyl. She stood there for a minute then slowly stooped down to the bottom drawer for a vinyl. The skimpy robe rode up exposing the most glorious bottom— dazzling white, begging to be spanked. His prick stood up to its complete glory, making it difficult for him to breath. She moved forward to get her desired vinyl, her bottom rose more exposing her slit covered in dark hair. Soon she found the vinyl and set it to play a soft shooting tune, the robe slid back to its original position obstructing his view.

"So I heard you sold Mr. Winteres' and Caldwell's company to Shane and Shane bought it for twenty millions and ten millions." Abigail spoke as she walked to him.

His lust filled eyes looked at her but a movement to his peripheral vision caught him. The silken robe had slipped off her shoulder capturing Raymond's attention. She continued speaking, her voice made his heart pump blood at twice the rate. All he could think was of ruining the newly exposed skin, because sometimes marking territory is important and duly necessary.

The robe was put back to its original place and his eyes darted back to hers, she smiled coyly at him. Raymond's eyes snapped back to hers and automatically his ears turned back to her words.

"...we cost 5% loss, but you know the Plymouth project could cover up the loss and also give three times profit on your current investment... of... of course with your help..." he had again turned out her words but his gaze was fixed on her legs. So voluptuous was the sight, he almost shuddered, so intense was his excitement.

She came back to find his eyes staring at her legs. His chest heaving. She came closer and with her hand she guided the glass to her lips as she took a sip of hers. Instead of obliging he pulled the glass out of her grip and set both of their glass aside nearby.

"I've heard this rumor," his low and raspy voice had her panting with lust.

He reached out for her hand— she, hesitant at first— complied. Her fingers slowly slid in his palm and then her hand had slid in. It wasn't what he had intended but he found drawing her closer until she was in his arms. Warning bells rang telling him the he would scare her off, but he knew he wasn't capable of holding back from her.

"Hmmm...?" she hummed getting cozy in his arms. One arm circled her and the other tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"...that human judgment is impaired under influence, and... how many glasses of wine have you had?" he hooked a finger under her chin so his gunmetal blue eyes could have access to her enchanting green eyes.

"It's ...it's not wine." She licked her bold red lips, and he gulped. He would love if she would decorated his body with them.

"It's ...uh, the red liquid of tranquility." she whispered against his lips, teasingly brushing her lips.

"Hmmm." He hummed, trying to connect with her lips but she pulled back slightly. "How many glasses of tranquility have you had?" he breathed out; tilting his head a little he nudged her nose with his.

"I'm 'fraid my tranquility vanishes in your presence." She spoke securing her crossed arms behind his nape; nimble fingers softly playing with dark caramel ringlets. "But I'm sober enough to know what I'm doing."

"And what might that be, Ms. Dunhill?"

"Uh-oh, my very clever Mr. Sawyer, what does it look like?"

"Like you want me to fuck you into oblivion?"

She stiffened and paled in his arms. She sucked in her bottom lip and stared at him vacuously. She had heard him, but she didn't know how or what to feel about his words. No one had ever spoken to her in such a shameless and blunt manner. She was conflicted with herself; on one hand she wanted gentle lovemaking— just like all the romance novellas; where sweet nothings were whispered during the sacred union, but on the other hand, her body was pushed into the pit of dirty sexual euphoria. She wasn't disgusted by his dirty words; she hungered.

He was worried seeing her paled in his arms, worried that he might have scared her. That he might have pushed her too hard on the edge. The voices in his head bustled again, warning him not to ruin this. To do whatever she desired, be obedient to her needs and wants.

He was thinking what else he could do to get her to want to want him again. It was in the very moment he caught her squirming her thighs together. Relieved, he continued.

"Which, believe me, I want to. I really want to. Pound you into the bed. Pound you until I'm the only thing you remember. " she remained silent. Taking advantage of her dazed mind he reached forward to catch her lips and a passionate wrestling of tongues began.

"Would you like that, huh? Would you like my tongue in your mouth, in your pussy, feasting over the sweet milk; circling your clit making you scream? You'd like that wouldn't you? My cock deep in you to sedate your hunger." Abigail found herself nodding instantly. Oh, what frenzy his soul thundered in!

His fingers gripped her hair, yanking them back to have her lips accessible; it was a pure stance of domination that had her in a submissive stance. His lips found hers with a hungry kiss that ignited something in him. She grabbed his baby blue sweater, loving the feel of his strong, firm chest beneath. Within seconds she moved with him at his pace, her arms roped and wrapped around his nape. His body bustled with need. She opened her mouth for him to allow his tongue inside.

He was beyond any human behaviour; the excitement rode him to play his most carnal cards. There were no gentle caresses or smooth dances, instead, his tongue forced its way down her throat in the most dominant way. It was to claim her mind, body and soul. He was stating his possession over her, proving her that she indeed belonged to him. She choked on her moans... Rough hands slid down her arms, to her waist and then to her thighs, he raised one to his hip wrapping it around him.

"Jump." He ordered and she broke away for some air for the shortest moment before jumping and kissing him again. With her wrapped around him, he walked to the bed and sat down on the edge.

His rough palm rubbed her outer thigh and his other hand kneaded her ass, pulling her closer with her straddling him, her bare heat made contact with his covered yet noticeable bulge. A wave of heat roared through both of them. He felt it as her nimble fingers slipped under his sweater and fisted the hem, sluggishly getting rid of it. He pulled away to allow her. She threw the sweater away and her eyes returned to his bare torso, chills ran wild in her body.

Almost as if testing waters she rested her small soft palm on his broad shoulder blade, he saw her gulp and look up at him for permission. She didn't know how much power she held over him, and he wanted it just that way. He nodded and she slowly ran her palm down his golden chest. Slow pepper kisses adorned his tanned chest, and her curious fingers explored every ridge on his torso and Raymond closed his eyes in pure bliss. He felt her plump soft lips adore his shoulder and his heart paced faster than a hungry lion in his cage; it was raw anticipation. She made her way to his craned neck leading and nibbled around a certain area, he knew she wanted to leave a mark, and nothing turned him more than this.

"Nibble on my neck and I'll fuck you till this bed breaks." Raymond growled. His words were unlike any knight in shining armor, they weren't gentle or charming but it oddly turned her on. She sadly discovered that she liked dirty talks.

Her words did nothing but turn his will into iron will to have her.

"Then fuck me." she panted breathlessly, in his ear.

He quickly undid her robe and with one push it slipped off her body onto the ground. He busied himself as his lusty almost black eyes bore at her, drinking from the naked body and getting rock hard at all the things he could do to her. He was imagining her—her eyes rolled back, her swollen lips parted as he'd drove him in and out.

"Get up." His voice was rough and raw with anticipation. Abigail quickly scrambled on her wobbly knees and feet and took a step away to give Raymond space.

"Go, lay on your back." He ordered in a business like tone and the very integral part of her watered, she clamped her thighs together rubbing them to release some tension. Her heart pounded hard raps on her breastbone. Hot liquid, smothering desire combusted in her belly. With his one impatient glare, it was only matter of mere second, she found herself on the bed like small puppy obeying his master.

Raymond's gaze followed her as she laid her naked self on her bed ready to be fucked into oblivion. Her dark red hair fanned around her head on the pillow. He raked his eyes over her perky breast, the delicious swell of her curvy hips and he couldn't hold it back. He undid his pant button and unzipped the pant, and the boxers soon met the ground and with one last look at her he crawled over her. Her body was tiny compared to the broad expanse of him.

He placed himself over her beautiful smooth and white belly and pulled his weight on his arms. His pelvic girdle pressed against her hairy mount of Venus. He bent from his elbows and slammed his mouth to hers in a lust driven manner. Then reached his hand under her leg, hitching it up to the side of his hips. Pushing her arched back in the bed as she wrapped her arms around his nape. Raymond grabbed his swollen cock and guided to her smooth warm moistened folds of her cunt. With some teasing and rubbing on his part and whining on her part he rammed up in her so hard, he thought he'd come at just the feeling of her around him, at hearing her gasp loudly as he filled her.

'Umgf' filled his ears.

The buzzing dots of energy roared to life and wrapped around them possessively, forming a protective shell. The buzzing dots of energy coursed through her caressing her very soul in a dominating way. They crawled through both of them and around them graspingly.

Her walls clamped and tightly embrace his throbbing prick in the most delicious way. Raymond stilled for a minute giving her a chance to adjust to him he took this time to adore her. Her eyes were screwed shut and tears ran sideways down, her teeth clamped harshly on her bottom lip preventing any sound to escape her. He soon discovered her iron grip on his shoulder; it was indeed painful but he didn't mind. The sight was truly breathtaking.

Without her further consent he move again and Abigail let out a strangled cry out, confusing Raymond. The buzzing dots of energy jerked forward at her strangled cry as if to help her.

"What? What is it?" he asked as he stilled. "Am I hurting you?" he softly asked. Tears ran freely and it concerned him.

"Yes— No!" she breathed out through her clenched teeth.

"What?"

"You...just ...move slowly. You are stretching me too much." A sob left her lip at his hips involuntarily shifted a little. Light drawn to him and almost horrified he squeaked.

"Are you a virgin?" his voice had an edge like he was angry at her.

"No." she choked out. She dared not open her eyes. He was partially jealous but also relieved.

"Then?"

"Just be gentle."

"Okay." So he continued moving, slow but deep into the hilt. Raymond observed with concern as she would groan as in deep pain and not pleasures— he desired to give her. He offered to stop but she only tightened her grip on him, her heel dug in ass cheek. So he shoved in again and this time, her hips upheaved to meet his thrust and massaged his already inflated ego. Raymond's hands roamed restlessly over her clammy skin and mouth sucked her lips and tongue occasionally or sucking her pulpy breasts and her hardened nipples; as he continued slow but deep thrust. It was maddening. The consciousness that Raymond had finally managed to claim Abigail in her rawest form made the whole thing sacred for him and doubled his pleasure.

Mine. Mine. Mine. He chanted over and over again.

The experience was the most enraptured pleasure. Maddened by the intensity he quickened his pace. Sweat rolled down his temple.

"MINE! Only mine!" Raymond growled in her ears as he reached the spot again, again and again. She mewled faint but hissing chants of his name; she was overwhelmed by him and the rawness of sex with him. With his sloppy moves and her increasing clamping he knew the end was near so picked more pace and the bed rammed against the wall with a noticeable thud.

One certain thrust and Raymond came deep in her heated sheath, filling her with warm liquid and she clenched around him. A convulsive pleasure ripped through him causing an exquisite satisfaction and his charming enchantress followed him into a death-like orgasm. He slipped out of her. He slowly rolled off her and crashed beside her in the most ungracious way. Their sweaty clammy skins cooled as their breathing pattern changed from quick and heavy to calm and managed.

Without so much thought, he pulled her in his arm and instinctively she curled around him, resting her head over his wild thudding heart. Having her close, he focused on her pulpy breast pressed to his side, her lips as they peppered kisses on his chest above his violently beating heart. He closed his eyes in pure satisfaction.

"If I ask you something, will you promise, not to deny me?" Abigail broke the silence with her humble voice.

"Hmmm?" he was beyond the state of refusing her.

"I want to accompany my brother to Plymouth for six months. I can—" His bliss slipped away. He opened his eyes.

 "No. Absolutely not." he growled tightening his grip around her. His mind boggled as he tried to reason with her thought process. He couldn't grasp the fact that she wanted to leave him after being intimate with him.

Did I not satisfy her?

 "Please..." Abigail mewls.

He suddenly couldn't bear the fact that she was crying because of him; his heart jerked in his chest painfully. Only thing running frantically through his mind was that she now completely belong to him and she wanted to leave but he couldn't let that happened.

"Ask something else." He panicked internally but managed a stern façade; he turned to look at her.

"But...please. I know you sold companies today that could cost you in future. I—I know we will cost you five percent..." Abigail sobbed and pushed-pulled to get out of his grip, but Raymond was having none. He stayed silent and she gasped horrified.

"..You will sell our company!" she screamed in raw pain and finally pulled away from his grip. She sat up pulling the quilt to her chest to cover up. "I...we...we just—" she clamped her hand on her mouth. "You...you used me for sex!" she whispered.

"Whoa, calm down Ms. Dunhill." He too sat up.

"You'll sell my company—"

The passion that had seized him mere minutes ago turned him into an obedient puppy, and he spoke.

"I won't. I won't sell your company. I promise, provided you don't leave."