MORGAN'S POV “You are angry,” I deadpanned. Looking at her face, that showed indifference. It was as if anytime I took a step closer to her, she moved backwards, three steps away from me. "Alexa, dear, are you angry because of that?” I asked, looking at her gently. She just turned her head sideways and avoided my gaze. ‘Of course she's mad,’ I thought. The book I read about relationships said ladies loved attention, and I had done the opposite. “I was busy, Love; I left my phone behind. Is that why you are angry?” I saw how she blushed when I called her "love," with her clear eyes widening in surprise, looking at me with such innocence. “But you never called me back. I waited the whole day,” she whined, her head lowered, sneaking peeks at me through her lashes and batting her eyelashes rapidly like a scared kitten. Her every action was like a feather tickling me, sending waves through me, and making me feel giddy inside. ‘She waited for my call; she thinks of me’ I thought hap
Alexa's POV I stared at my reflection in the elevator walls and wanted to bang my head on the wall. I didn't even know if I'd be able to look Peter and the remaining staff on this floor in the face ever again. My shirt looked disheveled, and my hair looked messy, as if someone had run a hand through it several times. That handsome Morgan did it on purpose! “I didn't know calling someone handsome could double as an insult,” the mini imaginary angel on my shoulder said. I flushed in embarrassment, remembering Morgan's kisses and words. Did he really like me? ‘But why me? Someone like Morgan could get any girl he wanted; he had the looks and the money,’ I thought. "Alexa, you slut; after seeing his handsome face, you betrayed us and forgot about our bucket list; don't tell me you're falling for him.” A voice within me spoke, making me shake my head to get rid of my confusing thoughts. The bucket list is on hold, I will just go with the flow; besides, Morgan had not told me word for w
“I miss you too,” I breathed. “So I'll pick you up at seven,” he said. I could feel the warmth in his voice at my answer. “No, don't!” I exclaimed, If he comes to pick me up, what am I going to tell Uncle Randy? I could only already feel an upcoming headache at my uncle's speech if he finds out about Morgan and me.“Why love? I miss you and you miss me; the feeling is mutual, so we have a deal.” He said it cheekily, forgetting the problem at hand. If he came to pick me up, everyone would know, and I didn't know if I wanted people to find out about us now. And what about him? What were his plans for us? Does he even love me?“What happens if everyone finds out? What are we going to say? And what if the outcome is bad?” I questioned him and instantly felt how cold and silent he had become. I could practically feel the cold air he was emitting through the phone. The warmth had completely disappeared from his voice when he asked, “You think it will be bad if people see you with me?” Hi
Alexa's POV I laid in bed wide awake after tossing and turning for about 2 hours and decided to go out and take a walk through the garden in the courtyard. ‘The fresh air might clear my mind and finally help me sleep’ I thought, and I wore a comfortable long straight white dress that reached my ankle and had pockets on the sides, put on some cute fluffy slippers, and made my way out of the room. I had just reached the living room when one of the maids approached me, carrying a box in her hands. “This came for you, ma'am,” she said, handing the box to me. She bowed and turned to go and continue her chores. I frowned as I stared at the box and placed it on the table, finding it strange. I don't remember buying anything. I was not expecting anything from anyone either. Well, let me just take a look. I opened the box and gasped in shock when a necklace made of blue diamonds and sapphire came into view. The rays of the sunset that filtered through the window gave it a dazzling glow as
Alexa's POV My feet refused to move after the realization dawned on me that I'd be having this meeting alone with Morgan. “Is something the matter, Miss Jones? Please, take a seat," he said, pointing to the seat across from him. My chest felt constricted by his form of address. Was he angry at me? Or had he switched to a business mood because we were about to discuss business? ‘Not mixing business with pleasure, I see’ Nodding in acknowledgement, I walked to the seat and sat down. Compared to his usual dress up in tailored suits that seem to be custom made just for him, he was dressed casually in a black shirt and jeans. The sleeves of his shirt were folded, showing his strong arms, and he held a lit cigar elegantly in his hands. The curl of the smoke from the cigar blocked his face, making it slightly blurred and giving him a mysterious vibe. I felt intimidated in his presence by how overbearing he was acting and wished there were other people present at the meeting, but it seems
Morgan's POV I kissed her lips with equal intensity, our tongues dancing in our mouths, and I tried hard not to go further and do anything to her. She was not in her right mind after all, and I feared what her reaction would be if she became sober, and she hated me for something I did to her when she wasn't in the right frame of mind. I pulled away from her and saw how aggrieved she looked, sitting there and staring at me as if I were some sort of food. And then, as I held her in place and was making sure she stood steadily on her feet, I felt a shadow in front of me and raised my face, only for her to press her face close to mine again. She did something unimaginable; she bit my lips, holding them between her teeth, brought out her tongue, licked my lips as if she were tasting my lips, and then released my lips from her teeth. She started to lick and suck on my lips, gently and slowly, making me lose my mind. Was she trying to torture me? I pushed her off me and held both o
Author Note: Hello, lovely readers, I thank you all for the support you have shown me so far. Please keep supporting my book by voting, commenting, and reviewing. It would mean a lot to me. Tell me your thoughts about how the story is going and let me know if there are any grammatical errors.Prettydarlie *** Morgan's POV*** For the first time in my life, I felt uncertain about something. Damn anything I want, I get. It had been like this ever since I could remember, but now a rage consumed me as I stared at the petite woman. She was the only thing I wanted without taking it by force. Damn, I wanted her so much, but I wanted it to be on her terms. When I worked and made several moves in advance for her consent, was it a game to her? ‘How does it feel to be a piece on a chessboard?’ I asked myself? Yes, I was the grandmaster; I made several moves in advance in my favor. But she looks so pure and innocent. Did what I saw have a different meaning? I stalked towards Alexa with hesita
Author Note: Hello, lovely readers, I wanted to depict all the emotions of the characters clearly, making me write this chapter in a 3rd-person POV. Enjoy! *** 3rd Person POV*** In a VIP private room in the La Palm Royal restaurant, a man and a woman were standing opposite each other. A stinky substance that has a pungent smell was all over the man’s shirt, looking like a map. The room was not spared, as the scent engulfed the room, ridding it of its original smell. Morgan looked down at the warm and sticky shirt on him and the parts of his body that were not spared from this act by a certain drunkard and wrinkled his face in displeasure. “Alexa Jones!” “Wha… what did I do?” The culprit stood there in a daze, trying hard to open her heavy eyelids and see why someone was calling her name with such an angry roar. Morgan sighed. ‘Well, there was nothing he could do; he had better change out of this shirt and get out of here before things get out of hand,’ he thought, and he turned
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, sexual scenes, and torture. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV A few weeks ago, "Ahh, so good... faster… yes, harder,” Jessica screamed and moaned as Scott continued to thrust his cock into her cunt. Jessica was on all fours, and Scott was behind her, his hold on her hair becoming tighter as he increased his pace and pounded into her. He groaned in pleasure and continued his onslaught, fucking the daylights out of her. Jessica was a moaning mess and was asking for more. His one was fisted into her hair and grabbing a fistful of it, and his other hand was pressed onto her back and kept her in place, riding her roughly and thrusting in and out with no hint of gentleness. “Yes fuck! Such a good slut! Your slutty pussy grips me so well,” Scott moaned out in pleasure as he got close to his orgasm. His groans increased, and his breathing also became heavier as he went in and out of her faster and faster, plunging deeper wit
Author POV When Alexa woke up, it was late in the afternoon. She knew Morgan would have left by now. She stretched her sore body and saw the obvious lovemaking marks on her body and blushed at the memory of Morgan and her having the best sex of her life on the deck of the yacht. Under the dark night sky, their naked bodies molded as one, and the feeling was so intense that the heat that kept intensifying within their tangled bodies felt nothing against the cold sea breeze. She saw a bouquet of red roses on the side of the bed, and her smile widened as she walked towards it. “When did he prepare all of these?” She mumbled to herself and took a whiff of the fragrant flowers, smiling from ear to ear. Seeing a note sticking out, she pulled it out and read the words out loud. “Wait for me, Kitten, and don't forget to miss me. The card is yours. It's unlimited, just like my love for you. - MW” Alexa blushed at how cheesy he sounded, and she noticed the black card tucked between the bloo
Author's POV Alexa smiled contentedly, breathing in the salty air of the beach as she and Morgan walked side by side along the beach with their fingers intertwined. They were walking barefoot on the sand, and the gentle waves brushed against their feet. After leaving the amusement park, they had gone for a cruise in one of the yachts Morgan owned. The yacht was huge, and both its exterior and interior design were top-notch; it screamed timeless luxury. It had a range of deck spaces for relaxation and entertainment and about fifteen spacious rooms with their private bathrooms, and it even had a hot tub to top it off. They had had their dinner on the yacht and had an intimate time in the hot tub. After that, Morgan suggested coming ashore to walk along the beach and just enjoy the night as the sky blended into the endless blue sea. She did not know the sea looked so beautiful at night. She couldn't help but notice how thoughtful Morgan had been the entire day. It made her think of t
Author's POV Morgan carried Alexa into the bedroom and gently placed her on her feet. “Wait here for me; I will just take off my suit and help you clean up,” he said and proceeded into the closet without Alexa’s response. She blushed in embarrassment when her brain processed what he had just said. Did he want to help her bathe? She was still daydreaming when Morgan approached her, twirled and tied up her pigtails, making them into a bun on each side of her hair, and then he proceeded to take off her apron and begin to unbutton her shirt. Alexa held his hand in reflex, her face as red as a tomato. 'It was broad daylight, and he was going about undressing and touching her like that.' “I... I can do it myself,” she stammered flusteredly. Morgan raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a mischievous smirk on his face. “What are you shy of? I've seen everything already,” he said domineeringly with a devious grin on his face before tugging on her clothes slightly, making her fall on
Author's POV After sitting in the back seat of his car, he directed the chauffeur to take him to the mansion on the outskirts of the city where he had taken Alexa. He had built that place to show to Yvvone 16 years ago. Yvonne was someone who likes quiet places. She had always expressed how she wished she could raise a family with him and their children away from the hustle and bustle in the city. He had been planning to bring her there to propose to her on their 1st anniversary, only for that incident to happen. "Sir, I don't think the trip can be pushed back again; your presence is needed for everything to go on as planned,” Enzo said, disrupting Morgan from his thoughts. He was aware that he had been delaying his trip to Italy multiple times because of Alexa; he would have loved to take her along with him, but he knew she wouldn't agree. Besides, he couldn't take Alexa along to most of the meetings he would be attending due to some of the subjects they would be discussin
Author's POV The main Wright mansion, The maids who were doing their normal housekeeping chores couldn't help but freeze in their movements, their lively chatter dying down and bowing their heads in respect. The old master was not feeling so well, and he had retired to his room, so some of them had been chattering away and had even forgotten to behave. Everything happened like a scene in a movie that was being shown in slow motion. The heavy doors had been pushed open, and it was followed by a gust of chilly air. It was as if winter itself accompanied his presence, plunging the mansion into an eerie silence. It was so quiet that only his crisp and confident footsteps could be heard. Even though his footsteps were light, to them it felt as if they were the loud drums that were played in ancient times before an execution took place. With his perfectly tailored suit flawlessly hugging his body that was as tall as a pine tree, added with his physique and bulging biceps that even
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Alexa had thought her first time tasting a cock in her life would make her stomach churn or that she would retch out her guts, but instead, she felt her mouth become watery as her saliva began to flow. His grunts of approval combined with his masculine scent and the taste of his cock gave rise to an overwhelming desire within her. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between her lips was such a turn-on and oddly satisfying. She had thought she would chicken out within a few seconds, but everything felt so exciting for her that she even allowed her mouth to be slightly ajar so that she could swirl her tongue around his cock. This action of hers made him shudder in response as he groaned in pleasure, making his hold on her head tighten. He plunged his cock deeper into her mouth until it hit her throat, making her gag. She looked up at him through her lashes,
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Alexa held her breath in anticipation of what he would do next. But she didn't expect him to brush his thumb on her inner thighs in slow strokes and not get to the main spot, and even though she knew it had just been a few seconds ago when he started, it felt like it was forever already when his fingers continued to stroke the same spot over and over again. Before she knew what she was doing, she had impatiently grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her already throbbing pussy. When he looked up at her with a feigned surprise look on his face and tried to take his hand away, she clamped her legs together to trap his hand between that spot between her legs. She began to grind her legs together for more friction and gasped at how good it felt. She didn't know she could be this shameless and wanton. This was what happened when he refused to use those damn fi
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Morgan held both of Alexa's hands above her head and continued to kiss her with wild passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every nook and cranny, sucking and nibbling on her sweet lips that tasted like aged fine wine that he was getting drunk in. Alexa, on the other hand, was going crazy with the need that was rising in her body. Why was he only kissing her and not touching her? Mind you, it wasn't because she wasn't enjoying the kiss. No, no, that was far from it because whatever he was doing with his tongue in her mouth as they exchanged their saliva was already making her feel weak in the knees. But she wanted more. For fucks sakes, she wanted his hands on her skin, touching her and making her feel good. She also wanted to touch him too and feel his abs and scorching hot skin underneath her fingers. When they finally broke away from the kiss,