Page 46 of Abigail's King
Chapter Twenty
Kye
Icould see how worried Abigail was after our conversation with Mateus this morning. If I was honest with myself, I was worried too, even with the tracker being placed on Abigail’s clothes. I was almost positive that Bianca had nothing to do with it, but there was that nagging doubt in my mind that something was going to happen tomorrow. I had to reassure Abigail, though, and distract her from what was going on. Nothing else had been delivered to the house since yesterday morning, and after last night, I wanted to spend some time with just me and my Bonita. I placed my hand over hers as we sat in the kitchen.
“Please don’t worry. Mateus didn’t want to concern you, and I’ll be with you wherever you go. Now, how about we spend a relaxing day together? We don’t have to go anywhere. We can just stay here at the house and relax.”
The tension in her body seemed to flow away at my words, along with the worry on her face. I could still see a light concern, but at least the smile had returned to her face. When she got up from her seat and placed herself in my lap, I could see the playful glint in her eye.
“And what did sir plan for us to do to relax?”
I couldn’t help the smirk that came across my face as I recollected what we had done last night. She had opened herself to me more as the night progressed, allowing me to show her more of my dominant side each time. Although one of the best times of the evening had been when we had lazily made love. I had never felt so much emotion in one moment as I had when we both came together.
“Well, Bonita, a few things spring to mind, but none of them required you to call me sir. However, if you insist…”
I pressed my lips against her neck and softly kissed up to just underneath her ear. I felt her relax and almost melt into my body as a sigh of contentment came from her lips. Why I had denied myself of these feelings for so long was beyond me. She felt perfect within my arms, and the softness of her body complemented my hard muscles in a way I could never have imagined.
“I could always join you in the hot tub. You looked very lonely in there last night.”
She immediately turned in my arms and looked down into my eyes with a shocked expression. I guessed she hadn’t seen me as I walked back to the house last night.
“You saw me?”
“I did, and it was a sight I was so grateful for. You brought me back, Bonita.”
Immediately I regretted those words. I knew it would open a line of questioning I wasn’t sure I was ready for. One I would never be ready for. The depression and darkness I had dealt with all my life, alone. I had never spoken of it before, only briefly with Mateus, and then I never really told him the truth. I felt her move her hand up towards my face, I knew this would lead to a conversation I didn’t want to have, but try as I might, I could never hold my feelings back from her recently. I found myself instinctively leaning into her touch, savouring the feel of her hand on my skin.
“What did I save you from, Kye? Let me help you, please.”
I looked down at her legs, I couldn’t look her in the eyes. She had seen me at my most vulnerable, but I couldn’t admit to her how vulnerable I was. She moved her legs so she was now straddling me. She started to rub against my cock instantly, making it go hard. My hands moved on their own accord to hold her by the hips. In this position, she could make me admit anything, and I guessed that was exactly her plan as she lowered her head, gently pressing kisses against my neck.
I took a slow intake of breath to compose myself, but try as I might, the visions of her riding me last night kept coming into my head. I could feel her heat seeping into me as she continued to rock on my lap. If she continued this for much longer, I would be ripping off those leggings and ramming into her, not caring that my brother could walk in on us at any time. If it meant not having to divulge my darkest secrets, I didn’t give a fuck what I had to do.
She started to slow her pace and I met her eyes with mine. She had that lust-fuelled look again, the one she had when she took my cock into her mouth last night. That had been a sight to behold, one that I hoped we would be recreating this evening, if not sooner. A smug smile came across her face. She knew she had me in the palm of her hand, that I would do anything for her right now. All she had to do was say it. I waited for her to speak, dreading the words that would come from her mouth. She cocked her head to one side as she spoke.
“I’ll leave my questioning for now, but this conversation isn’t over. Right now, I need something from you more than answers to my questions.”
“And what would that be, Bonita?”
“This.”
Her lips immediately crashed onto mine, and all rational thinking went out the window. This woman was going to be the death of me. But what a way to die!
I’d spent another amazing night with Abigail, and I was wondering why I hadn’t given into my feelings a lot sooner. I could have spent the past three weeks or more basking in the love we both felt for each other. Today, though, I couldn’t let my feelings get in the way. Today was the last photoshoot Abigail would be doing in Madeira, and I had woken early to that feeling in the pit of my stomach that today would be the day.
I hadn’t heard anything from Mateus, and he hadn’t joined us this morning for breakfast, so my nerves were already on edge. I tried to hide my worry from Abigail, but I was sure she suspected something was wrong. She always had a knack for realising when I was concealing something from her. Even with all that worry, and not speaking to my brother, we were currently driving towards São Vicente and the volcanic caves where Abigail was going to do her last photoshoot.
“I can’t wait to see the caves. They look amazing in the photos I have seen. I can see why Angelica wanted to do the photoshoot here.”
Abigail was so excited about this photoshoot, that was clear. However, I couldn’t stop thinking that there was something I was missing. Something the whole team was missing. The only reason I was allowing Abigail to do this was that she had a tracker placed on the outfit she would be wearing for the shoot. We pulled up outside the caves and were greeted by Joel, the photographer. He was famous on the island of Madeira and used by several models and locals alike for various reasons.
“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Miss Goddard. You are as beautiful in the flesh as you are in your pictures. I am truly honoured to be photographing you today.”
Abigail shook Joel’s hand and smiled as she spoke. “Please call me Lila, Mr Bettencourt. It is me who is honoured. I have heard and seen such good things about you.”
“Please, you can call me Joel.”
“Joel it is. Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Kye.”
