PASSIONATE PURSUIT – CHAPTER 22

PASSIONATE PURSUIT

When the bad guy loves you….

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Written By: Pamela James

© Youngicee stories

Chapter 22

Authoress Pamela’s p.o.v

Richard was reading on Annabelle’s bed.

His mother slept in his room.

So he slept here until she leaves tomorrow.

“Why are you still sitting there? Come to bed.” He said, without averting his gaze from the tablet.

“Um.”

Annabelle didn’t like the idea of sharing the same. bed with him.

She did once and got pregnant because of it.

“I have been sleeping here for three days. Get over it. I promised that I won’t cross this ridiculous pillow fort you made, didn’t I?”

Yes, and there are pillow forts too, blocking the two of them from each other.

“I will finish reading this a bit”

He found that talking with her was easier since she came back from the hospital.

Maybe it’s only the slightest bit, but it is still good.

“Um. Anyway, was it you who told Gabriel that I was in hospital?”

“He probably heard it from Abigail.” Richard
replied nonchalantly.

“Abigail said she didn’t tell him.”

She asked her.

Gabriel is a fine gentleman, but he wouldn’t initiate to come and visit her.

It was clear in his heart that there was no apart from Abigail.

“I don’t know!” He answered.

She was quiet.

Richard looked at her puzzled self.

Gabriel loves Abigail; however, it doesn’t mean he will love her forever…..

What if he moves on?

“What? What are you thinking about now?” Richard narrowed his eyes.

“Uh, nothing. I’m going to have a cup of warm
milk.”

It’s not impossible, isn’t it… Maybe.. He had
second thoughts after her been engaged with Richard.

Perhaps he realized he liked Annabelle or something…..

“‘l will go get it. Don’t move too much.”

“No. No need. I need to stretch my body a bit.
My back is stiff!”

“It’s because you are sitting too long! Go to the bed. I will get the milk. I would rather not hear any word from you.”

Richard went out from the bedroom.

“What’s with him… Weirdo.”

Annabelle brought the book to the bed,

“Ah, much better…”

She relaxed her body.

Pregnancy is weird, too….

One day, she is okay and the next day she passed out in the hallway.

“My brother appears to be strict, but he is distressed about you… I think he likes you…” Abigail said that when she visited the last time.

“He has been trying to move his work here too so he doesn’t need to go back and forth. He would rather not leave you.”

Did she judge him too fast?

But he indeed never showed a good attitude or put on a good face in front of me.

He is literally annoying.

“Did he tell you that he worked late at night for one or two weeks. “

Abigail had heard from her dad….

That Richard tried to stabilize his work here.

That was the reason he was coming home late.

He wasn’t playing around.

“Here.” Richard said as he handed her a cup of warm milk.

She was sleeping on her side of the bed.

Looking like a child.

“Thank you.”

This whole idea of fake engagement… Sooner or later, she had to decide when was the right time to end it.

“Did you wear your bra this time?”

The milk spurt out from her mouth, spraying his face.

“Disgusting!” He wiped the milk.

“Pervert!”

“I’m just asking.” He shrugged,

“I should change my clothes now.”

He took off his shirt.

Revealing his toned abs.

He had quite a nice body.

And she had seen them, probably touched them.

Being Intimate with it….

I’m a pervert too.

“The closet is right there!!!”

“You have seen it before. You should take a good look now. Giving it a thought about what I can offer. You know…”

“No, thanks.”

She turned around, facing the pillows’ fort.

This was indeed ridiculous…

Richard’s hands were slipping between the
pillows, reaching her face as they palmed her cheek warmly.

“What are you doing now?”

“You are not doing this alone. This pregnancy is part of my responsibility, too. I will help you with anything, so… Lean on me.”

“How many girls have fallen for that line?”

She removed his hand from her face.

“Ten at least as far as I remember.” He pulled his hand back behind the fort.

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m a very charming person.” He reassured her.

Well, she couldn’t argue about that.

Still fresh in her mind, that lingerie model who was lingering her fingers on him longer than her liking.

“Sure…”

There was a long silence after that.

What?

Did he run out of words?

He?

Him?

She closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep.

“Do you remember that time when you were in junior high school… You often came to play in our place.”

At that age, he was in his prime.

He spends his time having fun, lacking on his study.

He. had the time and money.

A lot of money to spend.

He was coming in and out from club to club with Gabriel.

Chasing girls.

Oh, Gabriel was indeed never into those girls.

For a moment, he thought Gabriel was a gay.

Turning out, he was snacking on his sister.

Why did he suddenly talk about the past?

What’s with the time…?

She did often come to their place.

It was like her second house.

She wished she could have what Abigail had.

It’s not a good thought… especially when she was the closest person to her.

Annabelle was jealous… But she cares about her more than anything.

She wished Abigail a lifetime happiness.

“Ah, this girl. She fell asleep.” Richard peeked from the top of the fort,

“Cute.”

He touched her hair softly,

“ Good night.”

Her face was on deep crimson.

Clutching her blanket tighter, she didn’t mishear him, right?

He said that, right?

He really said cute, right?

At her… For her!

She must be finally out of her mind.

More than that, she was curious about the past talk.

She wished he could continue.

Richard was smiling on the other side of the fort.

He knew she was pretending to be asleep.

But he had to appreciate her effort, so he acted as if he didn’t know.

Richard didn’t continue the talk and went to
sleep.

Unlike the other previous night, he couldn’t sleep because he kept imagining things.

Today was his revenge.

This fort was a good fort, but it couldn’t block what was inside his mind.

He was physically dying to touch her.

Just the tip of her fingers.

He felt he was a bit (okay not a bit, it’s a
wholesome) like a teenage boy, who was funny because he is now a grown up a$s who is often being chased by beautiful woman.

He has fallen deep.

Tbc