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
*** A week later ***After impulsively adding a new bucket list, I realized being a femme fatale is not as easy as it seems, and seducing Morgan was even more difficult, but instead of me backing out, I was too stubborn for my own good. I mean, I can only seduce the man if I can see him, right? But after investigating his schedule for the past week, there seemed to be no option for me to “coincidentally” meet him, and it's not like I could go to Wright Corporation and barge into his office and seduce him. ‘Should I just admit defeat? No way!’ I'm Alexa Jones; Morgan Wright will pay attention to me! Or not? Ah, I pulled my hair in frustration when a call from my phone interrupted me. I saw William's name flickering on my screen. I had left all matters regarding Jones Corp. into Williams capable hands and told him not to call me about official matters unless it was absolutely necessary. I picked up the call after the second ring. “Good morning, Alexa, How are you? I hope I didn't cal
"Hey, are you okay?” I asked worriedly, realizing how he was leaning on me, making me nearly trip over my own feet because of how heavy he was and how his grip on me was getting tighter. He had moved his grip from my arm, and his arms were now around my waist with his head leaning on my shoulder, making our position look awkward but very intimate. Elise just stood at the side, staring wide eyed at the scene in front of her. “Call an ambulance; I think he is having an allergic response to something.” I said to Elise and heard the restrained voice of Morgan breath out seven words with difficulty: “I'm... fine… No ambulance. You are medicine.” Morgan spoke weakly, his voice sounding constrained. "No, you are not fine. You really look bad and need to go to the hospital,” I said, knowing I couldn't bear his weight for much longer. Were we going to keep standing here in this position? And what did he mean by me being medicine? “Let's get into the elevator,” said a voice behind me. The p