Marrissa's point of view I could not be more grateful to Jason. The person he contacted processed my travel plans so quickly it left me speechless. On top of that, Jason arranged for me to stay in his family’s house until I got a job and could afford my own place. Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. I was finally going to be free—free from Morgan and his father, free to live life the way I wanted. But as I folded my clothes into my suitcase, a pang of doubt crept in. Was I doing the right thing for my child? The question stopped me cold. My hands moved over the half-packed suitcase. Was I selfish in running away? Would my child resent me someday for depriving her of a father’s care and support? For a brief moment, the possibility of staying flashed through my mind. But then, as quickly as it came, reality shoved it aside. The father in question was Morgan Thornhill. Morgan, who treated everyone like
Morgan's point of view I watched Marrissa storm out of the room and smiled.Truth be told, I am beginning to love her fiery attitude, her stubborn and confident nature was something unique, something most women lack.But my smile vanished when I remembered her last words.She had claimed not to have a lover, and for her sake, I hoped that was true. God help her if I found out otherwise. All hell would break loose if some other man were screwing her.No….. It's not what you are thinking, far from it. Definitely not. I am not interested in Marrissa in any way. She does not mean anything to me beyond what she is supposed to represent—my secretary, and a convenient partner. All I want is to ensure that no one makes me look like a fool. Not again.My jaw tightened as memories of my ex-girlfriend flashed into my mind. She had been sleeping with my personal assistant—right under my nose. The humiliation still stung. I had trusted her, given her access to every part of my life, only for her
Marissa's point of view I called Molly the moment I stepped out of the airport. My hands shook as I held the phone to my ear, trying to steady my voice. “Hey, Mol,” I said. “Hey, Mar. What’s up?” she replied, her tone light and familiar. “I... I could not make it,” I said, my voice cracking. “Morgan stopped me.” She paused for a moment before responding, and when she did, her voice was unusually calm, as if she had been expecting this call. “Where are you, Mar?” “I’m outside the airport,” I said, swallowing hard. “About to take a cab home.” “Okay,” she said, still very composed. “Are the wedding plans still set for this weekend?” “I guess so,” I whispered, unsure of what else to say. “Do not worry, Mar,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “Everything will be fine. This is for the best.” “You think so?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Because I’m scared. Morgan...” “Morgan is a perfect man, Mar,” she snapped, her words sharper than I expected. “Stop complaining.”
Marrissa's point of view I should not allow this to happen, never allow him to do this to me, no….not again. But his lips on mine drive me insane with want."Let go.," I whispered, trying to rip his hands off. But God goodness, I just fucking can't. He presses hard on me, his lips savoring mine with great intensity. My fingers curled against the wall, trying to steady myself, as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold my body. Morgan bends inches away from my mouth, his warm breath teasing my lips that part involuntarily. His low voice is a seductive purr, raising goosebumps on my skin as he speaks. " I know you are aching for my dick in your vagina? "No I'm not. Fuck you.” I growled at him and finally lost my patience and I pushed hard on his stony chest, but he did not budge. Not even an inch. What is he made of? Granite. Cement. “It will be better for you to stop struggling and enjoy yourself. Unless you want to wed me with two broken hands," he threatened.His fingers tighte
Morgan's point of view I sat in my car, smiling like an idiot. I could not help it. What had just happened in Marrissa’s house was beyond my wildest expectations. I had just had the time of my life.But then, like a disapproving parent, my inner voice spoke up. “Really, Morgan? You just slept with the woman you swore you would never touch. Great job sticking to your principles.”The truth was, from the moment Marrissa opened that door, I lost all my morals. That dress, that body—it was like she had stepped out of a fantasy. Her cleavage, the way her nipples teased me just enough to make me lose my damn mind, and the scent of her perfume that lingered between us... I was done for. My penis had been screaming for her since that moment.Every thought in my head was focused on that first time we had been together—how electric it had been. My mind kept replaying it, craving the chance to relive it, and tonight, I did. But this time, it was even better.It had been so intense, I do not kno
Marrissa's point of view I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My eyes refused to stay shut, and my mind would not stop racing. My hands ran over my body absentmindedly, still filled with the sensations from earlier. What had happened between Morgan and me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was not just good—it was fire. Nothing I had ever imagined, and certainly nothing I have seen in movies.Of course, he had to ruin it with that arrogant mouth of his. Typical Morgan. Still, I could tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did, no matter what he said. A small smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Maybe this marriage would not be as unbearable as I had feared. Maybe I would not end up killing Morgan after all.The alarm clock jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned my head, staring at the glowing numbers. Morning already? screamed. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling groggy and disoriented. After a quick breakfast, I heard a knock at the door. My stomach sank. Wh
Morgan's point of view My fashion designer arrived immediately after my meeting with my maids. Good morning sir, I have everything set for your wedding, he said.I nodded, gesturing him to my ante room, where I intended to get dressed.He adjusted the tailored suit he had made for me, polished my shoes until they shone like a mirror and even picked out the wristwatch that would complement my look. I stood still as he worked, letting him fasten the cufflinks and smooth out any invisible imperfections.Everything was flawless. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, clean-cut and sharp, but there was something I had not noticed until I caught the designer's gaze in the mirror. He was smiling—no, smirking at me, like he had just heard an inside joke I was not in on.“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.“Nothing, sir,” he replied, his smile lingering.“Why are you smiling like that?” My irritation was beginning to bubble to the surface.“I’m sorry, sir,” he said, but his tone was
Marrissa's point of view “Marissa!” Molly screamed, her voice loud and full of excitement as usual, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She froze for a second. “Whoa. You look absolutely beautiful! Damn, I almost could not recognize you.”“Oh, stop it, Mol,” I said, trying to wave her off, though I could feel the blush creeping up my neck.She was not done, of course. Her gaze shifted, and she immediately locked eyes on Jason, who was standing by the side with a faint, amused smile. Molly’s eyed me, curiosity written on her face.“Oh, Mol, this is Jason,” I said quickly, gesturing toward him. “My childhood friend, Jason.”Her eyebrows shot up, and before I could stop her, she blurted out, “Jason? Like Jason? The one you used to have a crush on?”I felt my stomach drop. “God, Molly!” I hissed, feeling the heat spread to my face. I wanted to disappear right then and there. Trust Molly to say whatever pops into her head.I shot her a deadly glare, but she just laughed loudly, cl
Marrissa's point of view As I closed my eyes to sleep,I could not stop thinking of the way Morgan makes me feel while fucking me.I turn into an entire different person, doing and saying things I never would have imagined in my life.But I loved it, every bit of it and I secretly prayed we have more of this hot fuck every day if possible.I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the rich, buttery scent of toast. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.I turned my head slightly and saw Morgan sitting beside me, he was looking at me with a satisfied smile on his face.I suddenly felt shy and did not know what to say. I was not used to waking up to him looking at me like I was something precious, especially after last night ."Good morning," he whispered and I was surprised.“Morgan Thornhill, saying a greeting to me first, well well, he must really have had a good sleep,” I thought.I stared at him, still not knowing what
Morgan's point of view I moved closer to Marissa,still rubbing her nipples, praying in my heart that she did not stop me. God knows I might knee before her and beg her for this.I placed my lips on her and she parted her lips, allowing me in. The butterflies in my stomach at this time were too numerous to count.I held her hands up, wrist against wrist and I reached for my tie that I had hung on the door and wrapped it around her wrists and led her to the shower and she followed obediently.I turned on the shower, adjusted the water to a bearable warm temperature and helped her to climb in. I followed after her and raised her tied hands and slipped them over the showerhead so that she seemed to be dangling. The water went down her body and her hair became dark and her nipples stuck out from behind the soaked tank top she was wearing and the lips of her pussy were outlined against the soaked fabric of her panties.I thrust my hand down her panties, cupped her crotch and felt the wetne
Morgan's point of view I wanted to get on my feet and leave for my mansion, but dad's words made me pause."His death is not the only problem," Dad said, his voice suddenly turning and serious. I looked up at him, curious as to what he meant. "We just found out that Mr. Hudson was involved in some very shady business," he continued, his fingers tapping against the desk. "Money laundering, fraud, and a whole list of incriminating dealings. As we speak, the authorities are seizing everything he owns." I let out a slow whistle, leaning back in my chair. I have always known Mr Hudson to be ruthless, but this? This was on another level. “That’s why I called you here,” Dad continued. “I need to know, if you had any business with him” I frowned, already knowing where this was going. “I remember you mentioning that you were supposed to meet with him the day you arrived,” he added, looking at me closely. Mr Ray leaned forward, looking at me with serious eyes. "Yes, Morgan. Every
Morgan's point of view I had lost count of how many times I tried calling Marrissa today. Each time it went to voicemail, my frustration grew, my chest tightens and I fear it might actually explode any moment from now.I was not the kind of man who panicked easily. I do not like to jump into conclusions, and I certainly do not let my emotions dictate my actions, well sometimes though. But right now? Right now, I was barely holding it together. Every missed call only pissed me up further.“Is everything okay sir?” my driver asked again as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.“If I heard that question one more time, I might actually snap at the person,” I thought to myself.First, it was Sam. He saw me walking as fast as I could down the hallway to my room, and he asked. “Sir, is everything okay?” I did not answer him, Instead I shouted an order. “Get my bag ready immediately, I'm leaving.” I said, placing a call to my pilot to get him ready.Then he asked the same damn thi
Morgan's point of view To think that I had not gotten any sleep for the past three days might shock you, but that was the damn truth. The weight of the project had been pressing on my shoulders. I crave perfection for this project, that has been consuming my every thought. After the meeting with my employee, and I was left alone in my office, I checked every blueprints again, I needed more. It was not yet perfect, not perfect enough to be at Jack stone and to win the WBA. I needed to look deeper, to think deeper and to create something better. There must not be a single mistake, not a single loophole that could make me lose. It had to be so good that even the judges would acknowledge it. And to do that, I had to be alone. I had to be away from all forms of distractions. No interruptions from my father. No unwanted opinions from Marrissa and no one breathing down my neck. So, I made the call. Within two hours, my private jet was ready, and I left without looking back. The fli
Farrow’s point of view By the time my brain registered what was going on, I ran to the parking lot, I opened my car and threw myself inside.The fear inside of me can not be described in words."Take me to the hospital. Now," I ordered, my voice filled with panic. "Yes, ma’am," the driver replied, starting the engine without wasting a second.As we sped off, my mind was in chaos, so many thoughts troubled me. What if something happened to Dad? What would I do? I knew nothing about the business. I know nothing about his friends or his s associates, no one to turn to. If my plan with Morgan had worked, at least I would not be this worried, at least I would have had someone to rely on. But now, I have no one at all? I shivered in panic, my nails digging into my palms. I tried not to cry. Not here. Not yet. The driver kept looking at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with concern or pity, I didn't know which."Will you watch the damn road?" I snapped, my voice sou
Farrow’s point of view For two whole days, I had locked myself in my room.Two fucking days of nothing but crying, smoking, and drinking myself to numb. The air in my room was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and spilled wine, I had drawn the curtains so tight that not a single sliver of light came in.I had not eaten. I had not bathed. I had not even brushed my damn teeth.I just wanted to disappear.Not die. No—death was too scary. But I wanted the world to stop for just a moment, to suffocate under the weight of my own misery until I could breathe again.Everything I had worked for has gone down the drain before my very eyes.Every single step, every carefully crafted plan, every dollar spent all of it gone because of her.Glow.My blood boiled at the very thought of her name. I never would have guessed she would do this to me, not even thought she had the guts.I slowly breathe in and out, the cigarette burning between my fingers, another bottle of wine half gone already.
Marrissa's point of view Jack, still holding my hand, led us to a private booth near the back of the lounge, a well hidden spot where the noise was softer. The moment we sat down, he flagged a waiter with a casual wave of his hand. "One of your finest wines," he said, he did not even glance at the menu and I was grateful, I was already filled with dinner I had with Jason. The waiter nodded and disappeared. Jack leaned back against the seat, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off the weight of the world. "So," he said, looking at me, "how have you been?" "I'm fine," I replied, settling in. "And you?" He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Far from fine. Work has been a nightmare, especially with the WBA coming up." I nodded. The “Worldwide Business Awards” I echoed, the biggest event in the world of industry, a make-or-break moment for some companies. It was no surprise it had him on edge. "You do know about the WBA, right?" he asked. "Of course," I said. "It's all
Marrissa's point of view “What nonsense!” I spat angrily, stomping out of Morgan’s office, making sure to bang his door making a huge noise as I did. The man annoyed me to my bones. Every time he opened his mouth, it was to dictate, command, or lecture me, as if my life belonged to him. He took every opportunity to boss me around, suffocating me with his arrogant attitude. The more I thought about everything he had done to me since the day we met, the more my anger flared up. I clenched my fist as I walked down the corridor to my office.By the time I reached my office, I had to breathe in and out to compose myself. I still had work to do. No matter how much Morgan irritated me, I would not let him distract me from my responsibilities. Settling at my desk, I opened my laptop. During the meeting earlier, I had noticed flaws in our presentation. I did not say anything yet because I was not really certain, but I had marked the error , determined to review them at home. I wanted to