“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
Morgan's POV “You are such a spoiled little girl,” I mumbled as I stared at the tiny being in my arms who was clinging to me like glue and refused to let go. I hope she doesn't punch me for sharing the bed with her in the morning.My fiery little kitten was finally asleep after the hell she had put me through tonight. She had been a handful, nearly making me crazy with her drunken demands. Well, I'm not complaining; I like how clingy and dependent on me she is in her drunken state. After finally bringing her up into the penthouse and having to feed her because she was too wasted to do it herself, she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and cried, “I’m eating alone; why are you not eating with me?” I ignored her at first, but then she refused to eat because I was also not eating. To appease her, it later became a “one for you, one for me routine,” and her happy cheers after I ate each spoonful and asked “how is it, how is it?” were so childish and adorable that I could feel the muscles
“The breakfast will be ready soon. You can wait for me at the table, or you can go freshen up first. There are spare toothbrushes and toiletries in the left cabinet,” he said, smiling at me. My legs refused to move; I wanted to spend more time with this Adonis, and on the other hand, I wanted to ask what happened after I was drunk. “Erm, I…” I stammered, ‘What is wrong with you, Alexa?’ I chide myself. Wouldn't it be awkward and weird for me to ask if something happened? I mean, I know we did not have sex, but maybe I did something embarrassing? But what if he thinks I'm one of those women who get drunk and do things without remembering? Ugh! Whatever! Since he's not saying anything and is even in the mood to cook, it means I must have been on my best behavior. I patted myself on the back, ‘Alexa Jones, you are just so perfect.’ “Are you okay?” Morgan asked, making me come out of my thoughts. He might have asked because I was still standing at the door. “Yeah, I'm fine. Would you