Morgan's point of view I smiled as I watched Marrissa walk out of my office in anger, her waist swaying left and right, her clothes revealing her curves in the most sexy way with each step she took. My body moved with excitement as I thought about the hot steamy sex we just shared. My shirt was still open and my breath still unsteady.It's clear that neither I nor Marrissa can deny the pull between us. No matter how much we fought, no matter how much she annoyed me with her stubborn attitude, when it came to sex, we are in perfect harmony. Our bodies and minds always move in the same rhythm. “If sex is all I can get from our relationship, then I'm okay with it.” I thought with a smile.With a sigh, I reached for the package Kathy had dropped off earlier. I tore off the wrapping and found a small box inside. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I lifted the lid, revealing a neatly folded piece of paper.I unfolded the paper and read the contents.*"Congratulations! Your project has
Morgan's point of view After dad left, I went back to my seat and stared at the screen of my laptop. The fact that my company is part of the nominees for the award still shocked me. But even as I read the words, they felt blurred, too good to be true.The WBA project had finally been secured, and yet, I felt unsettled. No, that was not the right word. I felt… grateful. And that was a rare thing for me. Marrissa had saved the project, saved me from my own arrogance. She had worked tirelessly despite everything I had thrown at her—my distrust, my accusations, my inability to see past my own rage. And she had not done it for me. She had done it because she believed in the work, in the company, in herself. I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath. Marrissa had every right to walk away, to let me crash and burn. But she stayed. And I had done nothing to show her that I appreciate her, from the very first day I set my eyes on her. I was not the type of man to offer empty
Morgan's point of view Common sense told me to ask Marrissa what she meant, how she really expected me to act, but instead, I walked out of the room angrily. I clenched my fists as my heart pounded. I should have asked her. Should have made her explain. But my pride would not allow it. Instead, I left, allowing my emotions to get the best of me. I walked down the hallway, my anger increasing at every step I took, slamming the door open and shut I sank into bed with an angry sigh. Everything around me felt dark and unappealing, making me more angry.Marrissa had a way of getting under my skin like no one else. She challenged me in ways I wasn’t prepared for, made me question things I never thought I’d need to. And now, after everything, she expects something from me—but what? The echo of our conversation haunted me, her words lingering in my ears like a whisper I couldn't escape. Instead of letting my frustration continue, I turned to something I could control. I decided to plan
Marrissa’s point of view I walked back to meet Morgan, I met him frozen like a statue, his mouth widely open, like someone who just suffered from a stroke. I will not take a cab home nor will I walk. After all of this was planned by him. So he should suffer the consequences."You can not be serious Marrissa.," Morgan finally spoke."Oh, I'm dead serious," I shot back. "There's no way I'm walking home after this mess — your mess. If anyone's walking, it's you. Or better yet, call a cab."I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. His grip was firm, not painful, but enough to stop me."Marrissa," he whispered, his voice cracking at the edges. "What is it? How do I get through to you? I don't know what else to do."I clenched my jaw, refusing to look at him. If I did, I might break. "You don’t get it, do you? You never did.""Then make me understand!" Morgan’s voice rose, frustration spilling over. His other hand moved to my shoulder,
Morgan's point of view Every word Marrissa said felt like a punch straight to the heart. Although she did not scream, she did not even cry but the calm tone she used cut deeper than any shouting match ever could. Her words echoed in my head long after she walked away, leaving me standing there, lost in thought. She was right about everything. And the worst part was, I could not even defend myself. I had taken her for granted, her patience, her loyalty. I kept pushing her away like it would somehow protect me from whatever I was afraid of. But all it did was push her closer to the edge — to the point where she might finally be done with me. But, I can not lose her. I would do anything to keep her by my side.But I did not know what to do — how to fix this — so I did the only thing I could think of. I went to my father. He was in his study, sipping a glass of whiskey in one hand and a pen in the other. For a moment, I just stood in the door, not sure how to start. He looked u
Marrissa's point of view It's been two days since Morgan and I spoke in the garden. His words sounded sincere but I was still scared. I was tired of getting my hopes up and watching him break it into many pieces.So I told him to give some time to think about it, funny I expected him to complain or even argue, but he didn't.Our work routine continued as normal while we waited for the WBA ceremony where the winner would be awarded.One Friday morning,I was surprised to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a card attached to it, inviting me for dinner.I left the mansion an hour before the time. Morgan had instructed one of his drivers to take me to the location. The restaurant was hidden away from the crowded streets of Paris, a quiet but beautiful place with ivy-covered walls and glowing lanterns. It was not the kind of place you stumbled upon by accident, and I wondered how Morgan found such a quiet yet romantic spot.. The soft sound of the guitar from the musician in the cor
Morgan's point of view I could not stop thinking about my date with Marrissa. It wasn’t like any other date I had ever had. It was… different. She was different. The way she smiled, the way she challenged me without fear, the way she made my heart race like I was a teenager with a crush for the first time, it was all consuming.I hated the fact that it took me this long to realize this how perfect she is. Just thinking about how many moments I let slip through my fingers before finally seeing her for more than just my secretary made me angry at myself. But now, there was no going back.A sudden ping from my phone broke my thoughts.It was a reminder.WBA Ceremony — Tomorrow.Damn. I had almost forgotten about the event. Marrissa had taken over my mind, and my heart.Without a second thought, I decided to get something nice for her for the event. Not just because I wanted us to look good together, but because I needed the world to see her — not as my secretary, not as some background f
Marrissa's point of view Today is the big day.The day we have all been waiting for. The WBA ceremony.Of course I looked my best as usual. Okay scratch that, but I did look beautiful thanks to Morgan.We rode together as a family, I, Morgan and Mr Thornhill in one of his limousines.Morgan held my hand all through the drive and he kept stealing glances at me and anytime our eyes met he winks at me.I blushed in embarrassment, feeling like a high school girl again.We got to the venue right in time for the red carpet.The red carpet shined beneath my heels,it was like a river of scarlet that seemed to stretch endlessly ahead. Cameras flashed, reporters murmured while moving everywhere, the entire air buzzed with that familiar mix of excitement and tension.The WBA ceremony is not an ordinary award ceremony. It is an event when the most powerful companies in the industry fought not just for recognition, but for dominance. And yet, as I stepped onto the carpet, I felt every eye shift
Marrissa's point of view By the time I got back to my apartment, the second folder Mr. Adrian gave me had already started whispering threats from my bag.“You are doomed,” it seemed to hiss. “Say goodbye to sleep and your sanity.”I dropped my purse and opened the folder like a woman possessed.Inside it was a mind-numbing market analysis, a confusing logistical report, and a memo full of corporate jargon so dense it might as well have been ancient Greek.There was also a handwritten note at the top:“Impress me.”“Oh good. "No pressure,” I said with a frown.I tied my hair into a messy bun, chugged three cups of coffee, and braced myself for a long, brutal night.At exactly 7:42 PM, Samira texted me:Samira: “Are you alive? “Blink twice if yes.”I texted back:“I'm barely alive Sam, this folder is trying to kill me.”Samira: “Do you need snacks?” “I can airdrop a pizza.”Me; “Bless you, but no”. “I don't need food right now because this is WAR.”
Marrissa's point of view "Oh shit, we have just fifteen minutes to get back to the office," Tasha screamed.The rest of us exclaimed and hurried to our feet.The afternoon sun was hotter now, turning the glass walls of the building into a giant mirror. As we crossed the street back toward work, I realized my feet felt lighter and my heart too.I was not walking like a girl terrified of the Echelon Project anymore. I was walking like someone who had enough confidence to carry out the project."Remember," Samira said as we neared the revolving doors, tossing me a wink, "If you start getting nervous and confused, just text me a pancake emoji. Emergency backup will arrive."I laughed, feeling some of the old fear crack and fall away.As the others walked off toward their different departments, I lingered for a second in the lobby for a while to just breathe in the cool air. I started to feel I belonged here.I turned towards the elevator that leads to the floor where my office is
Marrissa's point of viewI had to drag myself into a decent outfit and force a smile on my face.“The past is gone, Marrissa. "Focus on now and the future,” I said to myself.Then Samira’s message came in for the third time this morning."Heads up —something important is coming up now. Will fill you in when you arrive. See you soon!" “Something important?” I echoed.Was that supposed to be comforting? Because it was not.When I arrived at the company, the lobby was buzzing with activities.People in sharp suits moved quickly, whispering and tapping away furiously on tablets. A huge arrangement of fresh flowers that was not there the last time I came appeared at the entrance. Security guards stood taller, looking twice as serious.Samira found me by the elevators, and slightly bounced on her toes like she was holding a massive secret.“What’s going on?” I hissed.She just smiled and pressed the elevator button.“You will see.”The elevator opened, and before I could even step inside
Marrissa's point of view "Thanks for today," I said, smiling before getting down from the car."Anytime darling," Samira replied. "See you by 7 pm," she added."Yes boss," I replied jokingly. She drove off after that and I went inside.I shut the door behind me and just stood there, my back was pressed against it, bags still hanging from my arms, and a stupid smile spreading across my face.I dropped the bags on the couch and walked to the mirror by the door and just stared at myself. New clothes. New job. "New life,” I whispered to myself.I pinched my arm just to be sure I was not dreaming.“Ow!” I yelped, rubbing the spot."It's not a dream,” I said, and laughed at myself for even doubting everything.This is real.“Samira had just dropped me off after taking me on the most insane shopping spree of my life — and now she wanted me to go out tonight and meet even more people?” The old me would have said no immediately. Make an excuse and end up in bed all day. I checked the time.
Marrissa's point of view I stepped out of the company with my heart still racing.Is this real? Everything that had happened so far seemed like a dream or something that could only happen in a fairyland.I could not believe it. Everything and everyone has been close to perfection.“This way miss Marrissa,” Samira said, and I looked up to her.She led me to the car and I got in without saying a word further.She drove in silence, but my mind kept asking lots of questions."Here we are, ma,” she announced, and when I raised my eyes,I gasped in awe."This is where we will be shopping today," Samira said with a smile.I got down and followed her lead.The boutique looked like something out of a celebrity Instagram post. It was all glossy floors, golden racks, and a smell that I could only describe as ‘rich people and new leather.’ I paused at the entrance, suddenly feeling out of place, but Samira marched in like she owned the place.“Well? "Come on!” she called, laughing when she saw
Marrissa's point of view I have no one. I can't call Andre. We have not spoken to each other since I left Spain.I can't trust Molly enough. Who knows she might be behind this? Morgan! He is the only one powerful enough to save me, but I definitely can not call him, not after how we ended things. Not after the way, I had left him at the gate and walked away with my chin high but my heart bleeding.“Calm down, Marrissa. "You are overthinking things. "This might be a prank,” I whispered to myself.“Yes, this is definitely a prank.” I tried steadying my breathing and relaxing But then, Luke started driving faster than before and his hands were moving over the dashboard.“Oh God! This is not a prank. "If really, I'm being kidnapped, please let Morgan be my kidnapper and not someone else,” I prayed.Crazy line of prayer, right? But, what would you have me pray for? After all, the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know.“Luke?” I asked again, more firmly this time. “Wher
“You are just in time ma,” Please take your seat,” one of the flight attendant said the moment I got back onboard.I obeyed immediately and few minutes later we were in that air.I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think of him and soon I was fast asleep.The landing announcement sounded foreign when I heard it I made it. I was really here.I stood at the edge of the airport terminal, the cool air brushing against my skin as the automatic doors whooshed open and shut behind me. People walked past me. Some people were hugging their loved ones. There was a sound of laughter, yelling and honking everywhere, but I just stood there, lost. My suitcase was by my side, but my mind was a thousand miles away.“What now?” I whispered to myself.I didn't even know where to turn, the right path to take. At that point, I think my brain left me, because I felt so confused.It had taken everything in me to board that plane. To leave Morgan behind. To convince myself I was doing the right thing.
Marrissa's point of view The next morning, I prepared in silence. My hands moved on their own, folding clothes, zipping up my suitcase, and brushing my hair—but my mind was not really in the room. It was miles away, tangled in memories and second-guessing every choice that had led me here. I kept looking around like I had forgotten something. My chest felt heavy, it was like I was leaving something important behind.I sat on the bed for quite a while, thinking, feeling sad all of a sudden.“Gosh Marrissq, what do you really want? Do you want to stay and continue to feel hurt and sorry for yourself or do you want to start afresh, meet new people and maybe get a third chance at love again,” my inner mind asked.“I want to start afresh, meet new people but definitely not give love a third chance,” I replied to myself.Falling in love again would be the most stupid thing to do. Two heartbreaks is enough for a lifetime. Although, I would not compare Morgan with Tom. With Tom,I was stupid
Marrissa's point of view When I got back to the hotel after my conversation with Molly, I felt even more determined to disappear.No, I was not running away. I just wanted to disappear.And yes, there is a difference. Running implies that I'm scared, desperate or that I'm trying to escape some form of punishment. But disappearing… that is quiet and dignified. And after everything I had been through, I wanted….. No I needed a clean break.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I walked in, recalling everything that happened in the club and outside the club.Molly's words still echoed faintly in my ears, but it was the things she did not say that haunted me more. I had known Molly for a damn long time to know when she was lying. I know how to read her body language like a book. The way her hands kept fidgeting when I pressed her for answers. The way she could not even look me straight in the eyes showed she had a lot hidden in her cupboard and didn't let me talk about her