Chapter 102: A Good Stress Reliever

Chapter 102: A Good Stress Reliever 

Luciano

I put the gun back in its place and walked back to Abigail. I took a hold of her waist and pulled her as close as possible while we began walking behind the others. There was only the quiet sound of the wind rustling the treetops surrounding us until her soft tone spoke.

“So, what was between you and Ambrose?” She asked, and I had to fight the reflex to whip my head towards her in confusion. How the hell did she notice?

“What do you mean?” 

“Come on, it was pretty clear you were pissed at him for something. If looks could kill, he would fall into a puddle of blood and flesh.”

I chuckled at her comment, pausing a few seconds before coming up with a decent answer.

“He is just acting immature lately, it is just basic sibling stuff. Nothing to worry about.” I assured her, offering a smile, and she nodded.

“Just promise me you won't kill him in Oshodi?” She joked.

“As long as he behaves, he has nothing to worry about.” I said, just as we reached the back door to the house. She elbowed my rib.

“Luciano!” 

“I am kidding.” I laughed, giving her waist a squeeze.

“I will keep my cool, I promise.” 

The rest of the night, some of my men and closest friends stayed a couple of hours to socialize a bit. Dennis and Mia were there too, but their children were left behind this time. I hadn't seen them in a long time and being their godfather made me kind of obligated to do that. Besides, I love those little children like my own. Perhaps, it was good that they weren't with them this time, I had noticed Abigail getting more and more baby fever, especially since she hung out with Mia and her children more often now. Of course, I wanted children with her, but there is too much going on at the moment. It was simply just not the time to create a family.

Our company didn't leave until late at night, so Abigail and I went to bed the second it got silent. We always had a routine when we went to bed unless we fucked. We brush our teeth, she took off her make-up if she wore any, changed into less clothes, got into bed where we at the start always had the same position. I had a habit of having her as close as possible when we slept, I always grabbed her waist and pulled her back to my front, inhaling her sweet scent and that had a way of soothing me. 

It was hard, front the very first time we shared a bed at that club and it still was.

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Ambrose POV.

I glanced at my phone with a frown as I walked up the stairs to my brother's house. I had gotten numerous messages from Agnes this morning, her asking to see me and supposedly wanting to hook up again. After a regrettable night, she refused to let go and it was exhausting.

I sighed and put the phone back in my pocket, ignoring the text she spammed me with. She was a good stress reliever and a good fúck but she was too clingy and too hung up on my brother. I was beginning to get grossed out, I knew I couldn't ignore her forever, unfortunately. Her family was close to ours and even though she was a pain in the ass, I still had to stay on her good side. In my hand, I held a few documents concerning a few of Luciano's nightclubs. It was mostly just numbers that showed how much he earned in one week which came up to a lot of fucking money. Instead of going up stairs to his office, I heard some shuffling around in the kitchen and decided to see if it was him.

My body halted in the doorway on its own when I saw that it was certainly not my brother. Abigail stood with her back to me, making cereal for herself, it looked like. Her thin cotton shorts came down to the very end of her rear, showing off her smooth legs. It was mostly like the sort of ourf she wore when it was just her and my brother, I guess. Her clothes barely covered anything at all and judging by her messy updo, she must have just gotten up from bed. All of a sudden, she reached up to grab something out of the cabinet above her head and the material covering her ass lifted nothin more than an inch but it was enough for me to get a peek at her bare asscheeks.

The voice of my brother's threat a few weeks ago hit me from nowhere and I looked away from the enticing sight of her body. He had been extra tough on me since finding out, on his own, that I felt something towards Abigail. It was only sexual, but my brother had never been a sharing kind of guy. Even though his controlling behavior wasn't new to me, this was a whole new level. I had never seen him like this, so protective and possessive that he was over her. To be honest, I thought he would never find someone he wanted to willingly settle down with. I cleared my throat but she didn't react, so I decided to speak up instead.

“Abigail?” I called.

She jumped at the sound of my voice and swung around, accidentally dropping the spoon she held at the same time.

“Ambrose, for the love of god.” She said, chuckling. She let out a breath and bent down to grab the spoon.

“It is okay, you just woke me up, that is all.” she laughed, smiling reassuringly.

“I don't think I have ever seen you awake at this hour.” I glanced at my wrist watch and it was just eight o'clock in the morning. Way too early for her.

“You usually slept until lunch time.” I tease, she chuckled softly and grabbed the bowls of cereal to set it on the kitchen island and then took a seat.

“I do not.” She gave a playful glare.

“And it was Luciano that woke me up today, I am not usually such a light sleeper but he showered without closing the door this morning.”

She began eating while I leaned my shoulder on the doorframe, she didn't seem to notice that it was beginning to get a little time for me. The last thing I needed right now was to get the image of them being so intimate.

“Well, speaking of whom, where is Luciano?” I asked, deciding to drop the subject.

“He is at his office in the city but you can leave those here if you want.” She gestures to the papers in my hand.

“I will hand them to him once he gets back home.” She added.

“That is great, thanks.” I put them on the counter and then turned back to her, crossing my arms over my chest.

She had one her legs up to her chest while she was but unfortunately, the kitchen island shielded her from the waist down.