After divorce I am a billionaire

"Do not misunderstand. It was my mother who insisted that | come to take care of you. To undress you is to help you clean your body. | have absolutely no other feelings for you." She nodded her head righteously, looking serious and solemn.

Micah was still drunk and dizzy, and Abigail's words made him hurtful, "So, it's me who's not attractive, and it's surprising that you don't even think that way when you undress me." Abigail was wordless.

What did that mean? Did he expect her to actually do something to him? But if she took advantage of the drunkenness to hatch a sinister plot and sleep with him, then what was the difference between her and a rogue? She stared at Micah and tried to explain properly, but his face was red and his formerly cool eyes looked melancholy, like being bullied.

Unexpectedly ... he was a bit cute? She was frozen in thought when Micah grabbed her wrist once more, sounding a bit pathetic.

"Abigail, did | hurt you so much before that you have completely disliked me? So even when you saw my body, you didn't have feelings for me." "Hmm ..." she was speechless for a while.

Micah recently read over the love skills articles every night and learned how to say romantic words. Especially Keith had taught him before that if it really did not work, use the honey-trap.

If he was fully awake, it was impossible for him to do so.

But with the effect of alcohol, he made a bold move.

He also grabbed Abigail's wrist, and subconsciously put her hand towards his chest.

Let her palm press against her skin that was hot from drunkenness.

He was staring at Abigail in ecstasy, "My body, all of which you've seen and touched. You're responsible for me." Abigail pursed her lips. It was the first time for her to see this kind of shameless action, and the person who did this was always arrogant and aloof before.

"Micah, you're really drunk. Your brain isn't working so well." Micah didn't care, grabbed her hand again and put it towards her abs, and even squeezed her fingers so she was forced to pinch him.

Abigail blushed and tried to pull her hand back, but Micah's grip tightened.

She looked helpless, "Are you okay? Is there something added to the wine? | can't believe you did this kind of hooliganism!" Micah's eyes looked misty and slightly watery, "You're the one touching me. You're the one being rascal, and, you don't want to be responsible." She never thought that Micah would look like this when he was drunk.

If he wake up later and knew that he was drunk and did this shameless behavior, would he feel embarrassed and want to hide himself not to see her? With his beatable and irritating behavior, she was a bit annoyed and gritted her teeth, "It looks like, when you sober up, you shouldn't remember what you did either, then, you shouldn't blame me!" She sat decisively across Micah, "Micah, I'll show you tonight what the real irresponsibility is!" She was at her full strength and rubbed his pectoral muscles and abs. Even if his skin was turned red because of rubbing, she did not let him go.

"See, I'm the one who's taking advantage of you now!" Micah was already drunk and hazy, and was pinched by her in a way that somehow turned him on.

He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Taking advantage of her lack of defense, Micah quickly pinned her underneath his body.

"You..." Micah braced himself above her and covered her mouth.

His drowsy head lifted with great effort as he gently rested his forehead against hers, nose-to-nose.

Their breath intertwined.

At close range, his warm breathing sprayed on Abigail's face, making her blushed.

The intoxicating scent of wine on his body made Abigail's heart beat faster.

Micah's eyes were red and his tone was wistful, "Abigail, will you agree?" Perhaps his breath was too provocative. Abigail did not refuse for the first time.

Micah then had the audacity to release his hand from covering her mouth and leaned down closer to her lips.

In the room, the temperature gradually heated up.

The two kissed with passion and were just about to move on to the next step when they heard the sound of footsteps that woke Abigail up.

Realizing something, she quickly pushed Micah off her body and got up to look at the door.

Katelyn stood by the door in amazement with the tea.

From her facial expression, it was obvious that she had seen what they did just now.

Abigail felt embarrassed and waved her hands repeatedly, "Mom, you misunderstand. We didn't do anything!" Katelyn looked at Micah, who had been pushed away and was drunk on the bed, and then at Abigail in anger.

"Why did you stop at the critical moment!? What's wrong with me seeing it? | can help you close the door! What did you stop for?" It was hard for her to believe that her mom said so when she was caught by her mom almost having sex.

Katelyn seemed to see what she was thinking and said, "I have been through this before. And | don't think it is weird. Well, don't stop, go on. Take advantage of it, hurry up and get married. Your father and | will be relieved.” Katelyn winked at Abigail as she placed the tea on the table near the door, "Pretend | wasn't here. You guys go on! Make sure you go on!" She closed the door gently.

Abigail had never been so speechless, and she looked down again at Micah, who was once again drunk next to her, and was depressed.

What just happened to her? The door was left open, but they almost had...

Was Micah's smell of alcohol too strong? Did it make her brain foggy too? She slapped her forehead ans was chagrined.

Until ... there was a rustling sound outside the door. It was the sound of a lock cylinder being quietly locked from the outside.

Realizing what was going on, Abigail immediately lunged at the door and frantically twisted the doorknob.

It was too late.

"Mom, open the door! What are you shutting me down for? This is Micah's room. Where do you want me to sleep tonight?" Outside the door, Katelyn said, "I know you best. Don't stick to your little principles. Just go for it when the opportunity is here!" Abigail simply felt furious, "Mom, what are you thinking? He is drunk. He is not sober. | won't take advantage of him!" Katelyn was not swayed, "You are a woman. Don't need to act like a gentleman, and | believe Micah must be willing! Abigail, don't be afraid. I'll cheer for you. Don't worry to sleep with him." "Mom!" She got a little annoyed, "Stop fooling around. Open the door!" Katelyn said it was non-negotiable, "Baby, you two have just reached the threshold. If you can't take it tonight, I'll be ashamed for you." She was her mother, but she was so angry that she could not speak. And she felt so depressed.

But she still underestimated Katelyn.

A minute later, the sound of the lock cylinder turning came from outside the door again.

Abigail was delighted, thinking that Katelyn had figured it out and was going to let her out.

Unexpectedly, her mother, who was like a thief, stuffed a plastic-wrapped gadget through the door and threw it to the ground.

Abigail picked it up and saw that it was Durex.

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