Hello lovely readers, this chapter is Morgan's POV for the previous chapter. Enjoy! MORGAN'S POV It stared at the sleeping beauty who was still in bed and not showing any signs of waking up. I had asked Peter to bring me some pain-relieving and soothing essential oils suitable for bathing. After my little kitten wakes up, I will prepare a warm bath for her to relax her muscles. I sat beside her on the bed, finally planning to catch up on some sleep, when I saw her moving and tried to stretch, but she let out a slow breath accompanied by a hissing sound. My heart ached knowing I caused her to feel pain. “You are finally awake,” I said, and I smiled gently at her. ‘No matter how angry she got and threw a tantrum, I won't get angry. I should understand her.’ I said in my mind. But seeing how she was glaring at me with so much anger on her face that showed hints of pain, she seemed to be blaming me. I softened my tone even more and asked gently, “Are you still in pain?” But she just
True to his words, after I had my release, Morgan just cleaned me up and sent me back to bed. He didn't do anything else, which was very surprising because he said he couldn't get enough of me. Ugh! Whatever, it's not as if I was anticipating having sex with him again. I was going crazy as I sat on the bed alone. He had gone out to get me some breakfast. Morgan seemed to be serious about me being his woman, but would he feel the same way if he knew about my condition? I might not even live up to a year considering I had no idea how my treatment would go. He seemed to want something long-term, so I should not give him hope, right? But wait, why am I even thinking so seriously about this? I just came to Ivory City to have fun, and one month is already gone. I just have two months left to enjoy my vacation and go for my treatment. Meeting Morgan was a mistake, and so is whatever is going on between us. It would be better to stay away from Morgan; the earlier I draw a clear line betwee
JESSICA’S POV I gritted my teeth in anger as I looked at the scene before me. Morgan was in the driver's seat with that bitch Alexa seated in the passenger seat. When did they become so close that she was even spending the night at his main residence? When Scott had told me about Alexa Jones and I decided to investigate her, I had found out she was the heiress of the Jones family in Millennium City in Country A and a divorcee. But I didn't take his words seriously due to that new mall project in Millennium City that was won by Jones Corp. Had it not been for Morgan breaking his cousin's hand because of a Miss Jones who said Morgan was her man and Morgan deciding to teach him and his friends a lesson, it would have been too late. I have to pay a visit to the old master; I must tell him about Morgan's relationship with a divorced woman. Knowing him, that bitch is in for a rollercoaster ride. ~~~ The main Wright mansion, “You didn't have to bring me all these gifts; the fact that
Morgan looked very displeased, his face as cold as ice. He naturally took a seat on the lone couch next to the old master. “I have already made the wedding invitation for Jessica; since you so badly want her to be married in this family, I will let your wish come true,” Morgan said leisurely, making my heart skip a beat. My eyes widened in disbelief and surprise. What caused this sudden change and agreeableness in Morgan? Did he have a quarrel with that slut and see her for who she was? The old master sat in his seat and didn't say anything; he looked like he was deep in thought. “Grandfather, now that Morgan has finally agreed, should we put together the guest list and go call Miss Rosette to come and take our measurements for the wedding costumes?” I voiced out demurely, acting as if I didn't want to be jumping up and down right now. Miss Rosette was the best fashion designer in Ivory City. “What about putting cousin Joshua's name as the groom? The wedding could proceed in about
Morgan's POV I stood in the parking lot of the main Wright mansion and took a final glance at the majestic building before entering the car. I picked up the documents on the seat and decided to look through them before going to my next meeting. I raised my chin from the documents and looked at the rearview mirror, replaying everything that just happened a few moments ago in my mind. “There's a spy amongst us who has been leaking information to my grandfather; find out who it is and report it to me,” I said to Enzo, who was doubling as my driver for today. “Yes boss,” I already had an inkling to whom it might be; it seems I would be visiting the torture chambers soon. My mind drifted to Alexa; what will she be doing by now? I was already missing her. “You are in love with her,” my grandfather's words kept replaying in my mind. The idea of love used to be so foreign to me; it was something I didn't think I could be capable of feeling. From my childhood until now, I've been taugh
Johnson family's old mansion, I stepped into the living room and made my way to the dining room door. Seeing the several cars parked outside made me remember what day today was. It was the first Friday of the month. Every first Friday of the month, the members of the Johnson family would come together for a family gathering and share a meal together. My grandfather had always wanted the family to be harmonious. Unfortunately, it was just a wish; a family like the Johnson family was like the lion's den. It was destined not to be as harmonious and happy as other normal families. I had just walked to the entrance when I heard my grandfather's stern voice say, “Ethan would be coming for dinner soon. I'm warning you all to watch your tongues and not say anything unpleasant.” I raised my eyebrows at his words. I did not understand why my grandfather was doing all this and wanted me to take over the company. I have cousins that are capable, and my father was doing great as the current CE
A week later, I sat on the leather seat in my office and pulled on my tie to loosen it a little. All the designs and blueprints for the five-story mall in Millennium City were finalized today, and a meeting was held to discuss them. But my fiery little kitten did not show up; her stand-in CEO had been the one who flew in all the way from Country A to represent Jones Corp. I had been having a feeling that something was amiss with Alexa. She seemed to be avoiding me after our last meeting, but I had not been so sure since she always picked up my calls, but she had always been giving me short and straight answers and finding reasons to hang up on our calls every time I called her. I had sent her gifts and invited her on a date, but she came up with an excuse not to show up. Later, she stopped picking up my calls all together. It's been about two days now, and I had found it strange until this morning, when she didn't show up to the meeting, that she was indeed avoiding me. The under
Morgan's POV I watched as her face flushed as red as a tomato when I didn't kiss her. She had no idea how many times I had watched the CCTV footage of the front door, hoping to see her. Holding her hand, I pulled her onto my chest; her palms spread out, slightly pushing against my chest, wanting to put a distance between us. She was still sulking because of what happened, with her lips pouted. I wrapped my hands around her, pulled her closer, and muttered softly, “I missed you, kitten.” She looked up at me with her clear, bright eyes and batted her lashes innocently at me, and I felt her relax herself against me as her palms rested comfortably on my chest. I cupped her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, making my lips linger for a while before taking a step back and bringing her inside the penthouse. I led her to the couch and made her sit. “Dinner would be ready soon; just watch some TV and wait for me,” I said and turned to go to the kitchen. “What are you cooking?