Morgan's point of view My head was spinning as I drove to work the next morning. "Damn," I whispered ,rubbing my eyes. I had not gotten a single hour of sleep last night, and to make matters worse, I had too much to drink. I rolled down the window slightly, hoping the morning air would shake the grogginess from my system, but it barely helped. My mind drifted back to last night. To my last conversation with Marrissa. I sighed loudly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. I was not bluffing when I said what I said to her. If I found out that she had anything to do with Jack, I would make their lives miserable. I would not let this slide the way I did with her little toy. I had let him off the hook because I knew he was beneath me. Dragging Marrissa with him would have been an insult to my personality. But with Jack stone, things are different, we already had so many old scores to settle and Marrissa would not be added to it. “Marrissa is the most stubborn woman
Morgan's point of view I placed my hands inside my pockets, leaning slightly against my door as I watched Mr. Hudson. His face was set in a hard, unreadable expression.The silence between us increased and it only made me more angry. I waited for his response. Then, he finally spoke. "Do you think paying someone to tarnish my daughter's image will set you free?" His voice was low but it did not hide the anger in it and his eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey. I raised a brow, amused at his accusation. "Pay someone?" I echoed, shaking my head slightly. "Is that what you think? Mr. Hudson, I do not have the time or the interest to—" "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted, slamming his palm against my desk so hard that the surface rattled. I stiffened. The raw anger in his voice was not surprising, but the force in which he spoke was unexpected. He was usually composed, always one to handle things through backdoor deals rather than outright aggression. For
Morgan's point of view How the ffuck did I miss this? I said, sighing deeply. The warning in my dad's words was very clear. I must not make any mistakes, and yet I almost did already.I moved my chair forward, flipping open my laptop with a sense of urgency. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I went through my emails, my heart tightening with every second that passed. And there it was. Sitting right there in my inbox. Unopened, of course .I cursed under my breath, shaking my head in frustration. If Dad had not called, I would have completely overlooked it. What the hell have I been doing? How had I been so distracted? Oh, right. Farrow. Glow. Marrissa. The never-ending chaos that had consumed my life lately. But this? This is something I can not afford to screw up. Must not.I clicked on the email and quickly scanned through it. Subject: Invitation to the 15th Annual World Business Awards (WBA) Dear Mr. Thornhill, We are pleased to invite you to the 15th Annual Wor
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
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
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.
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
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
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