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
Alexa's POV I had been in a daze ever since I saw Ethan being pinned down by Morgan's men. Why was he acting like this? Were the rumors really true? Was he going to kill Ethan? And what was he planning on doing to me? With the speed at which the car was running, I didn't think I'd make it if I attempted to jump out of the car. One thought and the other popped in and out of my head as I sat in the speeding car. By the time I came to my senses, we had already arrived at his house. I remember this was where we came the last time after he had an allergic reaction. “Get off,” Morgan growled and stared down at me as if he was going to devour me. I shook my head and refused to bulge, tightly holding on to my seat belt straps. For the first time in my life, I was afraid of Morgan, and being in the same place as him was not bonding well with me. Morgan bent down, yanked the seatbelt from my hands, unbuckled it, and scooped me up from the car seat as if I were just a piece of paper.Before
"Relax, kitten,” he said seductively. He might have said that because he had noticed how stiff I had become. I felt how his cork filled my walls and stretched them, making them full, but he stared down at me, not moving. I thought he would start thrusting in and out of me roughly without abandon. It was not as if I was anticipating his rough thrusts, but how he was staring down at me made me uncomfortable.“My woman deserves full pleasure, and damn, you are so tight I want to pound in and out of you so bad. I want to really move up and down, sideways, round and round inside you until your pussy takes the shape of my dick. But I want you to be ready for me. I want you to be wet for me, so breathe, relax.” His voice was husky and soothing, with a hypnotic edge to it. I felt myself relaxing a little bit as his words were so graphic I had begun to imagine those scenarios and how it would feel if he decided to go through with it. It didn't help that his cork was still inside my pussy.He
Morgan's POV Looking at her face as she glared at me and tried to shove me off her, I grinned at her weak attempts to push me off her and allowed her to win, getting up and giving her little space before we continued where we left off. If she thought we were done, she was very wrong. I intended to leave a mark of her in every corner of my house, and we were just beginning. I bent down to carry her into the bathroom so that we could soak in the bathtub and make her relax before we continued, but when I tried to go near her, she backed away from me, looking at me with anger. What the hell was going on with her? Didn't she enjoy it? She had just declared she was mine. “Are you crazy? Why did you cum inside me? What if I get pregnant?” “What is wrong with getting pregnant? It would be great if we have a mini kitten who looks like you.” I said, not understanding why she was looking so angry. I could feed hundreds of children if she gave birth to them. What was she worried about? “Who