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
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 stood frozen in my spot, clenching my jaw as I watched Marrissa disappear into the backseat of my father’s car. The sight of her leaving with my dad twisted my stomach with anger.Dad does not know who he is siding with. If only he truly knows who Marrissa is and what she had done he would never allow her into his car.“A gold digger and a traitor.” That’s all she had ever been. A woman I had foolishly allowed into my world, my bed, and worst of all—my heart. Marrissa had played me for a fool, and now she was running straight into my father’s arms, probably spinning lies about how I had wronged her.But she had made one big mistake,to think she could me and walk away just like that.That's laughable. I thought, forcing a smile.“By the time I am done with her, Marrissa will never forget me. I would make sure she regrets every second she has spent deceiving me. I would make her suffer, frustrate her to her very last breath, strip her of everything she holds d
Marrissa's point of view The heavy sound of my foot on the marble floor echoed in the room and the air in the room was thick with tension as I paced back and forth. I have spent the last thirty minutes thinking about Morgan’s accusations in my head, and each time, they sounded more ridiculous than the last. I, Marrissa, had sold confidential company information to Jack Stone?Why? How ? When? The idea alone made me laugh and angry at the same time, but nothing about this situation was funny. Morgan was convinced I had betrayed him, and now he was trying to convince his father. Soon, I will be called back to the ante room and be interrogated like a criminal. The worst part is, I have no idea what kind of proof Morgan thought he had. I pulled out my phone to call Jack to ask what the hell was going on,and what prank he had played on Morgan. But just as my finger moves over the call button, I paused. What if Morgan was listening? What if this was exactly what he wanted—to catch
Marrissa's point of view I remained silent as Morgan's words went through my body. I guess at that time, I really did not understand the full weight of the situation until Mr. Thornhill spoke again, his voice sounding very firm now. “Marrissa, let me explain what’s really going on here.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes and for the first time, I saw that he was really disappointed in me. “Not only does Jack now have access to confidential matters regarding the company, but he’s also stolen our idea for the WBA. If we submit the same project, we would be disqualified indefinitely because he will claim we stole it from him. And if we do not submit anything at all, not only will we lose the chance to win, but our company’s reputation will suffer. Our value, our status, everything we have worked hard to get would be destroyed.” I froze after hearing his statement. “No, No, no, no.” Oh God.” “Jack had stolen the project?” I blinked severally, my mind racing back to that night
Marrissa's point of view I left Mr Thornhill's mansion and walked to my car with a bitter mission. Jack Stone would learn that not all women could be manipulated or played with.I ignited my car engine and drove to his office. Good thing he gave me his card during the Governor's party. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white and my foot pressed harder on the gas as I sped toward Stone Enterprises. My heart was beating like a war drum, and my mind replayed every single mistake that led me here. “How could I have been so blind? I trusted Jack so much that I let my guard down.” Jack had played me. Used me. Stolen from me. And now, I was going to make him regret it.I barely noticed the blur of streetlights flashing past me. Rage burned hot in my veins, sharper than anything I had felt before. I was not even this angry when Morgan threw my things out of the penthouse, or even when he looked me in the eyes and called me a betrayal.No, this was different.In Mor
Marrissa's point of view The tension between Jack and I was so intense that if anyone had come into the office at that time, he or she might have been burnt by the heat of it.Jack sat behind his big mahogany desk, looking at me like a cat eyeing a mouse it had already trapped. His expression showed his confidence, and arrogance.Finally, after a long pause, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Well, unfortunately, you can not prove anything,” he said. I shook my head, looking at him. “You think so?” He gave me that stupid smile of his, the one he probably used to charm investors and manipulate women who did not know any better. “No one would believe the word of a mere secretary against Jack Stone, the CEO of—” “Oh, cut the crap,” I snapped, rolling my eyes. “I know you have a habit of manipulating and stealing from innocent people, but you picked the wrong person this time.” His smile turned into a frown, just for a second. That small crack in his confidence was all I
Marrissa's point of view My alarm rang loudly, blaring through the silence of my room. I groaned, reaching out blindly to silence it, but I knew I could not afford even a minute of extra sleep. I had three days—just three days—to put together a solid project for the WBA and submit it before the deadline. Dragging myself out of bed, I moved on autopilot, showering and dressing as quickly as possible. Even though I was very tired,I pushed myself through it. I had no choice. By the time I went downstairs, Mr. Thornhill was already seated at the dining table, he was holding a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other hand. He looked up as I walked in, and he was surprised to see me downstairs so early. "You are up early," he said, setting the newspaper down. "Are you going to the office this early?" "Yes, sir," I replied, grabbing my bag. "I have a lot to do." His sharp gaze lingered on me for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but then he just nodded. "Go
Marrissa's point of view The silence in the room stretched down a long time, and my mind would not stop racing. The tension between us was indescribable. I stared at the amber liquid inside the bottle, swirling it slowly. I knew he was shocked to hear me talk about bullies. Anyone who knows me now without hearing my story would think I have always been this outspoken and bold Hell, there were times I didn't want morning to come because I was too scared to go to school.“I was bullied in school,” I said, not really intending to—but the words had already started. “I was that fat girl. The one people whispered about in hallways and laughed at during gym class. Boys used to pretend to flirt with me as a joke.”Morgan's brows drew together, his lips parted slightly. But I continued before he could say anything.“I hated myself. Every inch of my body was annoying to me. So one day I stopped eating. I went on some insane diet I found online. I nearly collapsed at school twice. I passed ou
Morgan's point of view I walked around the room, hating the silence between me and Marrissa, hating myself more for ruining what would have been a perfect union.Marrissa stood on the far end of the room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, refusing to look at me. And really, could I blame her? I had messed up again. She had every right to be furious, but something about the weight of her silence, the way she did not even want to fight anymore, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to stop.I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and feeling helpless. As I walked further into the room, my eyes caught a cabinet in the corner. I walked over and opened it. Inside it was a full bottle of whiskey standing tall like some forgotten souvenir from a better time.“Perfect,” I whispered. “At least this would lighten the mood.”I grabbed it and twisted the cap off with more force than necessary, and slowly walked over to Marrissa. I sat down near her, not close enough to invade her s
Marrissa's point of view I held the doorknob, needing to get out of that room, away from Morgan, away from the mess of emotions churning inside me. I twisted it hard to the left. Nothing happened. I turned it to the right. Still nothing.I frowned and tried again, this time with more force. The knob did not budge.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, refusing to believe it. I twisted and pulled, shook the door, hit the panel with the side of my hand. It did not move. “What the fuck!” I yelled, my voice bouncing off the quiet room. I smacked the door with both hands, as the frustration in me increased.Morgan was standing behind me, watching with an irritating calm. “You may have locked it from the outside,” he said.I turned sharply to face him, fuming. “Are you serious right now?” My arms were crossed tightly across my chest. I was seriously holding back the urge to scream. “Did you do this?”He shrugged, and that annoyed me more than anything. His nonchalant attitude made m
Marrissa's point of view Mr Thornhill gave a wonderful speech after the first dance. Morgan looked at me and smiled, then, without a word, he took my hand.The moment he took my hand and led me away from the glowing ballroom, I did not resist. Not because I was still not mad. Oh no, I was furious, but something in his touch made it hard to pull away.His fingers were warm, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.We walked in silence through the quiet hallway, away from the music and laughter. I did not ask where we were going. I didn’t really care. I needed a moment to breathe, to escape all the people congratulating him, calling him “Son of a governor,” like he was royalty. And me—just standing there, smiling politely while he introduced me to everyone as his wife.Wife.I pinched him the first time he said it, hoping it was a mistake. A slip of the tongue, maybe. But he kept doing it. Over and over. “This is my wife, Marrissa.” Like it was the most natural thing in the world.We s
Marrissa's point of view I took my time preparing for the event. Not only because I wanted to impress Morgan and everyone else at Mr Thornhill celebratory, but also because tonight, more than anything, I wanted to feel confident. I wanted to be in control.The deep emerald gown I chose clung to my body in all the right places. It was off-shoulder, with a tasteful slit and a cascading train that followed like a whisper behind me. My hair was styled into a sleek low bun, a few curled strands framing my face. I kept my jewelry simple—just a pair of diamond studs and a thin bracelet that caught the light when I moved.After one last glance in the mirror, I drew in a deep breath. I told myself I was beautifully ready.But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me the moment I stepped downstairs.Morgan stood at the bottom of the staircase, dressed in a black velvet tuxedo that looked as if it had been tailored just for him. His hair was slicked back neatly, and the glin
Morgan's point of view It was two days to the celebratory party and the mansion felt more alive than usual. Florists walked in and out with different arrangements of flowers. Catering staff bustled in the kitchen, and the faint sound of jazz floated through the hallway from the audio team doing a sound check. Preparations for the celebratory party were in full swing, and somehow, I found myself stuck with Marrissa.Not that I was complaining, far from it. But working this closely with her almost madee insane with want for her.She moved around with quiet control, clipboard in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed in focus as she coordinated the team setting up the ballroom. Her voice was soft, yet firm commanded attention without effort. There was something magnetic about watching her work. It reminded me why she had impressed my father, why she had once captivated me, and why—despite everything—I can not to stay away from her.“Are you going to help or just stand there pretending
Morgan's point of view After our meeting with the event planner, Marrissa started to avoid me. Again.I had spent the last thirty minutes searching for her in my father’s mansion, only to be met with empty rooms and dead silence. It was driving me insane.I wasn’t used to this—chasing.I wasn’t used to needing something and not getting it.And yet, here I was, pacing the hallways like a damn lunatic, my heart pounding harder with every empty space I found.Finally, I found her in the garden.She was sitting on a stone bench, with her arms wrapped around herself. She was staring at the fountain like it held the answers to the universe. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over her skin, making her look almost beautiful.She didn’t hear my footsteps as I got closer to her, or maybe she just pretended not to. Either way, I took the moment to study her. The way her shoulders were tense. The way her fingers curled around the fabric of her dress, like she was trying to hold herself fr
Marrissa's point of view As I watched Morgan walk away, I let out a slow, frustrated sigh, pressing my fingers against my temples. “I was supposed to be gone by now,” I whispered to myself.After my ice-cream date with Molly, I took time to think about what Molly said, and I concluded she was right. I couldn't stay here, I shouldn't. I had spent the remainder of the day planning my escape—carefully going over every detail to make sure no one, especially Morgan, would find me. I was ready. So sure that by this time the next day, I would be far away from Paris, far away from Morgan and everything about him, far away from my past.But now? Now I was stuck.I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. How did I let this happen?I wasn’t stupid—I knew staying, even for a few days, was dangerous. Not just because of Morgan’s unpredictable nature but because of my own heart.I sighed again, rolling onto my stomach, hugging a pillow to my chest. I just need to get throu
Morgan's point of view I barely remember the drive back to my father’s mansion. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary and my foot pressed harder on the gas pedal than was safe. My mind was a mess, tangled between fear and hop Marrissa had to be there. “It's possible she went back to Dad's mansion to rest. She could have gotten tired of the serene at the hotel and wanted a change of environment.” That thought was the only thing that kept me sane.As soon as I pulled up, I didn’t even bother parking properly. I flung the car door open and ran into the house. My heart pounded against my ribs as I took the stairs two at a time, my only thought being, “please let her be here.” I reached her door and pushed it open without knocking. And the emptiness inside her room hit me hard.The sight of the neatly made bed and untouched belongings sent a sharp wave of panic through me. I called her again, pressing the phone to my ear, my pulse hammering. Still no reply. I