My heart began to beat wildly at his words, but I chuckled, acting as if his words didn't scare me even a tiny bit. “I dare you to touch me and see what fate befalls you for touching someone who belongs to Morgan Wright,” I said and then smirked when both men who were tasked with holding me down hesitated to touch me even though they were close enough to just grab my shoulders. I could even feel their breath on my skin as they let out a puff of air. But I realized the man from the dance floor standing in front of me didn't seem to buy my words as he crossed his arms over his chest and curled his lips into a wicked smile and said, “Oh really? I want to see the kind of fate you are talking about,” he scoffed and directed his gaze to each of the men beside me. “Are you deaf? What are you standing there for?” All my senses went haywire as they finally held my shoulders in place, their hold as strong as a metal pillar, making it impossible for me to even move an inch. I began to panic,
Morgan's POV “... if we were not in public, we could have taken off our clothes and let him know how you can be such a beast in bed, making it that I can barely walk afterwards sometimes.” I could feel all my resistance crumbling at her words; this woman was deadly. She was like a poison; I had no antidote for that was affecting all my organs and rendering them weak. I had decided to give her the space she needed. She was so addictive, but I had to let her go so that she would choose to come to me at her own time, even though that decision nearly tore me apart. I thought I had successfully stopped thinking about her for just a moment, but then I saw her swaying and dancing on the damn dance floor, bringing back all the longing I felt. And when I saw how all the men were looking at her with hungry eyes, I wanted to go and snatch her from there and lock her up in a cage somewhere. A place where only I would have a chance to see her, I wanted to hide her away from the world so that
I unlocked the door to my penthouse with Enzo behind me. He was updating me about the upcoming weapon exchange deal between some mafia lords when my sights fell on something on my couch. I pressed my finger onto my lips, signaling to Enzo to keep quiet as I took light steps towards my fiery kitten. I knew it was her when I first saw the silhouette, but I wanted to be sure it was not my eyes playing tricks on me. Did she decide to stay? The thought filled me with giddiness, making all my anger and thirst for bloodshed recede until it disappeared completely. I realized why Peter had been calling me, but I had not answered. “Let's talk about the details later; you are dismissed,” I said in a low voice but loud enough for Enzo to hear. He nodded and retraced his steps and left silently, like he was just a gust of air. Enzo was one of my trusted trained assassins and was very capable. Coming and going like the wind, leaving no traces behind. I must admit I didn't approach Alexa in the
My eyes narrowed at his narration. I'm sure he's lying, but why was he sounding so serious as if we were discussing business or something that involved life and death? His mischievous and playful smile was nowhere in sight. And what did he mean by maintaining several positions? He was making it sound like I was the tyrant husband abusing his little poor wife. “You are lying,” I said, my face flushed with indignation. “I think I should be recording some of your actions for evidence next time.” He said it as if he were mumbling to himself, but he was loud enough for me to hear. I rolled my eyes at him in exasperation. Why were his words making it sound like he helped me out of goodwill, but I didn't appreciate his efforts? “I'm sorry, okay, Can you lift your hands? I want to get down,” I said and saw how he began to smile at me again, his serious demeanor a minute ago nowhere in sight. He looked at me with a roguish grin, making me feel an impending inkling of trouble. It was as if
Morgan's POV Shit! I had placed the gun under my pillow yesterday before entering the bathroom and forgot to move it. The reason I had not been taking her to my main residence was due to some items I kept there that I had yet to move; I didn't want her to know about my dealings in the underworld yet. It was for her own safety. I was searching my mind for a reasonable excuse to tell Alexa why there was a gun on my bed when she asked me a question that made me widen my eyes in disbelief. “Is it a toy gun?” She asked curiously, with a kind of innocence I couldn't describe. I saw her picking it up and examining it, and she held it with the nuzzle pointed to her body. Didn't she know how risky it was? Did the Jones family raise their only female heiress and make her CEO of a big company such as Jones Corp. with no knowledge about guns? And with her abilities in business consultation, didn't they realize she would be in danger if people knew she was such a business genius? She was the b
A week later, After practicing my self-defense moves for the day, I realized I had nothing to do. Feeling so bored, I decided to do a few sets of the ready stance, front kick to groin, palm-heel strike, and hammer fist punch again. Being busy took my mind off unnecessary things like thinking about Morgan. I have not seen him since the last time I spent the night at his penthouse, but we have been talking on the phone quite regularly, and I know we have gotten very close now, but I feel he still keeps me at arms length. I had thought he would use those “compensational dates” by now, but he had not even tried to invite me to go out on a date with him. He had told me he missed me every time he called, asking me if I had also missed him. Maybe I'm just overthinking. “I think you deserve a rest; you've been going at it for a while.” Ethan’s voice sounded behind me, making me distracted and nearly tripping, but Ethan was fast; he held my waist, steadying me on my feet. Our gazes l
ELENA'S POV I pushed the service cart with a wide variety of food towards the V.V.I.P. room, making it a point to keep a gentle smile on my face. After working diligently as a waiter in this restaurant for about a month, I was finally assigned to serve the VIP customers. After Daniel left me that fateful day in my apartment, I never heard from him again, and when I tried to reach him and the Cooper family found out about me, I had not had it easy. They made life hell for me. They evicted me from the apartment Daniel rented for me and made sure no one would hire me for work in Millennium City. It had gotten to a point that I had to flee Millennium City and find shelter in Ivory City so that I could start anew. Because there were some strange men who were always after me. After I arrived in Ivory City, things were still not all that promising, but after applying several times to this restaurant, I was given a chance. The patrons of this restaurant were members of high-class and rich
After everyone finished eating their meals, Elena cleared the table and left the room. Morgan and the men at the table began to talk about business. I listened in, taking note of some important information that was being discussed about Wright Corporation. ‘Does Morgan trust me that much?’ I asked in my mind as I stared at his side profile. And then something strange happened; the discussion had not lasted for even 30 minutes when Morgan stood up abruptly, making his chair screech on the floor and make a deafening sound. “The meeting is adjourned. I will communicate the next meeting date with you,” Morgan said, pulling me out of my seat and making his way out of the private room, making everyone look at us with confusion on their faces. ‘What the hell is going on,’ I wondered.Morgan's POV I could feel my body becoming abnormally hot and blood rushing wildly in my body as I made my way through the hallways and headed to the parking lot. There was only one reason for this: I had be