Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Maeve woke up being showered with butterfly kisses all over her face and yet, she refused to open her eyes and just enjoyed the morning sweet treat.

"Wake up beautiful," September whispered when he heard Maeve groaned as she tried to pull the blanket over her body again.

"Na-ah. You have work today," September reminded as he pull away the blanket which made her groan louder.

"Come'n," September said while he kept showering her faces with soft kisses as he tries to pull her out of their bed.

Maeve opened her eyes and her husband's handsome face became the first thing she saw in the morning. She smiled and put her arms around September's nape.

"Good morning, handsome." She greeted groggily.

"Good morning..." September greeted back before he leaned down a bit and claimed his morning kiss.

It was a sweet and gentle kiss at first but when Maeve pulled September's collar, the kiss deepened as the sweet kiss turned into a passionate and full of desire make out session.

Maeve moaned softly when she felt September's lips reached her jaw and then down to her neck. But just when he was about to reach her chest, he stopped.

They were both panting. September was still positioned above her but he was careful not to put his weight on her. Maeve's hands were still around his nape, her fingers gently playing with the tip of his hair.

"Why did you stop?" Maeve asked after a while of silence and after the tension between them relaxed a bit.

September was still on the edge and refused to answer while he struggled to take over his control once again.

"I won't stop you. It's my responsibility as your wife to provide for your needs." September groaned before he rolled over the bed and laid beside her.

"Stop talking for awhile please..." He pleaded which caused for Maeve to chuckle. She scooted a bit closer to him and snuggled on his side. His arms automatically went around her for support.

"I won't do that with you, not until you tell me you love me too." He said which caught Maeve a little bit off-guard.

"I don't want you to give yourself to me just because it's your responsibility. That would mean I'll be fucking you," he said and looked down at his wife who was all wrapped up in his arms.

"And I'm not the type to fuck girls. I want to make love with you, Maeve. And that would only happen if we both love each other." He explained while their eyes were locked on one another.

"You're really romantic you know? Where did you learn that?" Maeve asked, her eyes squinting.

September chuckled and playfully poke her nose.

"Silly. Why do I need to learn those things? That's normal instincts for a man."

"Yeah. Normal instincts for a man who doesn't even know how to kiss." She mocked followed by a series of laughter as she was attacked with tickles.

"Still mocking me?" September asked as he watched her wife panting.

"No. Not anymore." Maeve answered while catching her breath. September smiled triumphantly before he leaned down to kiss her lips again.

"Okay... Enough strolling around, Mrs. Thorne. It's time to get up." He said as he pulled her out of the bed.

"There's really nothing suspicious about her. She took the child out every once in a while, do shopping and some sorts of yoga classes." Falcon reported in front of Maeve and September. The couple were attentively listening to his every words, waiting for something they, themselves don't even know.

"Tracy Amster had signed four companies so far." The butler reported as he handed a handful of paper reports in front of the couple who was currently having their breakfast.

"Fiona would be a child model?" Maeve asked after she scanned the papers at hand. The butler nodded and explained the backgrounds of the companies mentioned in his report.

"She had a daughter. A six year old daughter named Patricia Amster, she died three years ago because of a car accident." He handed another paper containing the deceased child's picture.

"Patricia Amster was a pretty known name in the child modeling industry. Since she was the daughter of a former Miss Universe contestant, she immediately gained popularity and even became brand ambassadors for some companies."

"There's rumors that Tracy almost lost her sanity after losing her daughter but that was never proven. And now that she adopted Fiona, it seems like she's preparing her to be a model or some sorts of a beauty queen too." Falcon paused for a bit to let the couple absorb the details of his report.

"But one thing was personally bothering me," the couple raised their heads to stare at him questioning.

"The kid was actually becoming thinner and thinner. And as a father of a girl almost the same age as her, the weight lost is kind of alarming."

"That's what I've noticed too," Maeve added.

"But Tracy Amster brings her to the hospital once every week. Some says that she's afraid that something is wrong with the child's health but some says, she's just making sure that she was still stable and healthy enough to proceed with modeling."

"Were you entailing that the child was being..."

"Yes, sir. Fiona might be under the care of a person who's forcing her to do modelling." Falcon continued for September.

"It seems like she's not in good hands just like what the nuns in the orphanage thinks." He added.

"I secured an invitation for the both of you." He said as he laid out two pink lacey envelopes to each of them.

"Tracy organized a party to announced Fiona's adoption. I reckoned that you would like to see the situation first hand so I secured this invites immediately." September nodded at him with approval.

"Good job with this one, Falcon." He complimented his butler before he turned his attention to his wife who was staring at the pink envelope on her hands.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just remembered how Fiona held on to me tightly when that woman arrived to take her back." She sighed and rested her back on the chair.

September reached for her hands and intertwined it with his.

"If ever she's really not in a good condition, we'll do something to take her away from that woman, okay?" He said, trying to cheer her up before he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, not minding the butler who was watching them from the sidelines.