ALEXA POV “Welcome to Ivory City, my dear, favorite niece,” my uncle said, pulling me in for a hug. “Very funny; I thought I was your only niece,” I said, pulling out my tongue and making fun of my uncle. I had finally found him talking on the phone after I dragged my suitcase away in anger from that arrogant jerk. You can imagine my annoyance when some flight attendants I passed were whispering about how handsome he was and how wonderful it would feel to be his woman. One said he's so hot and that he was more handsome than all her handsome celebrity male crushes combined. Another said it was a shame that he didn't like women and was gay. One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression
I stood in front of the mirror and took a final look at my appearance. I was dressed in a stunning sleeveless red backless bodycon dress that hugged my figure perfectly, showing all my curves, and was paired with elegant black heels. A delicate golden heart-shaped pendant adorned my neck, with the gem resting gracefully between my perky breasts. My hair was styled in a chic ponytail with curls at the ends, with a few curly tendrils framing my face. I had applied light makeup, accentuating my features, and sported a bold red lipstick to complete the look. I walked out of the room satisfied and ready to have fun. On reaching the living room, I saw Elise sitting on the couch, looking like a hot mess with her purple colored hair in a bob cut. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a light shade of purple club top, black boots, smokey eye makeup, and her lips painted in a dark red color. “And who the hell allowed this crazy girl in here? Elise or whatever you call yourself, get
I walked towards Elise, and she yanked me away as if she was fleeing from the devil. She held my hands in a strong grip, pulling me from the entrance, making our way through the crowds of people, and finally letting go of me after we sat down in a private booth. "Hey, what was that for?” I asked, looking at Elise, to explain her strange behaviour. "Alexa, why did you say that to him? Do you know him?” Elise asked, her voice barely above a whisper, and then looked around in fear, as if checking if it was safe to talk. I looked at her with question marks written all over my face. She saw my confusion, leaned in close to my ears, and said in a low voice, “He is the definition of a devil's incarnate. He's violent, cruel, and vicious, and rumours have it that he hates women the most. He can kill without batting an eye. Even though most of the big shots in Ivory City would always try to please him and seem friendly to him on the surface, they avoid stepping on his toes at all costs bec
I fumbled with the door knob and tried to open it and run out, but the damn door wouldn't bulge. One of the men standing guard walked towards me, holding a gun. He pointed the nozzle at my head upon reaching me. “Who are you?” He growled menacingly. My pupils dilated in fear, and when I saw all eyes trained on me, especially that of the man who sat at the head of the table and had his intense gaze on me for the entire time and never moved it elsewhere, a bold idea came into my mind. I had to appease the most powerful person in this room, and I already had an inkling of who it was. I glanced up at Morgan and pouted, making my face look like a neglected wife with lowered eyes, and said, whining, “Babe, you said you wouldn't take long, but I waited for ages, and now that I'm here, you don't even spare me a glance. Is your work more important to you than spending time with me?" The temperature in the room dropped even lower at my words as everyone moved their attention from me towards M
MORGAN'S POV I stiffened at her closeness to me, but that didn't stop the warmth I felt from her body spreading to mine and making me feel things I had not felt in 16 years. It was like an electric current coursing through my veins and making me feel warm and fuzzy. In the last 16 years of my life, apart from being allergic to women, my illness has brought me an intense feeling of coldness. No matter what I did, I could cover myself with the heaviest duvets, and even if I was in a room that had a heater on in it, I still felt cold. Later, I just made it so that wherever I was, the air conditioning would always be on full blast. The cold never bothered me anyway. But the more I held this petite being in my arms, I felt as if she was fire and I was ice. She was making me feel warm and hot all over and melting all the ice within me. I looked at her bare back and flawless smooth skin, and my eyes followed down to reach the low V-cut of her dress; the V part was just above her buttock
“You don't have to worry yourself with that, Mr. Morgan; I won't be marrying you.” She hissed, her voice full of her previous confidence, and turned to leave. “That's rich coming from you. You are not my type.” I scoffed and grinned at her, earning a glare from her in return. I didn't know why I felt like pushing her buttons so that she would spend more time with me, even if we would only be arguing. I didn't want her to leave. And right now, she is living up to each of my expectations. Such an angry little thing she was. She had reached the door but stopped in her tracks, her eyes spewing fire, and scoffed, “Not your type?” She repeated, her voice shrill, with disbelief written all over her face. I could tell she was obviously not used to this kind of treatment. And then, as if she remembered a great comeback that would agonize me, she smiled and looked at me as if she knew all my secrets. “I know Mr. Morgan's type in that area perfectly well; I'm not surprised.” She snickered, he
ALEXA'S POV *** 2 hours earlier ***My heart beat wildly in my chest as I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. The warning bells went off in my head, fearing what he planned on doing to me. “Let go of me, you pervert,” I said, trying to wriggle out of his lap. Wasn't he gay? Elise said the man hated women the most, but why was he so touchy with me? ‘Should I test his sexual orientation?’ A naughty idea popped into my head, and I deliberately shifted uncomfortably on his laps, rubbing my butt on the flesh in between his legs. “Sit quietly and don't provoke me,” he said, his voice sounding husky and hoarse, making me instinctively go limp in his arms. “I will ask the questions, and you will give me the answers, and you will tell me the truth. Nothing but the truth.” His voice was dangerously low, sending shivers down my spine, and when he brushed his lips against my ears, all of my senses went haywire, making me nod my head reflexively in succession like a c
I found Elise in the hallway after I got off the elevator. “Where were you?” She asked unexpectedly, making me fumble for a reasonable excuse. “I … I'm, I was...” “Why would you give your purse to the waiter to bring to me? I couldn't even call you because your phone was in the purse.” Elise said, interrupting me. That bastard! Did he have to give my purse to a waiter? He knew I was in his suite under his instructions; shouldn't he have given it to me personally? “Oh, I didn't want to lose it, so I gave it to a waiter to bring to you. I saw someone familiar, so I followed them up to check. You know how curious I can be. Turned out to be a stranger,” I said, laughing awkwardly to cover my unease. “Really?” Elise asked skeptically. “Yeah, why would I lie?” I asked, my voice sounding an octave higher than I intended. “Are you sure? You look uneasy. Did something happen?” Elise probed again. “It's late; let's go home. We’ve had too much fun already,” I said, changing the subject, p