Alexa's POV I slumped onto the bed when I finally made it to the bedroom. ‘Morgan would not do this; Ethan is a liar,’ I chanted these words like a mantra over and over in my mind, but the suffocating pain in my heart was not subsiding. I pulled out the phone and scrolled through the contacts and paused when I reached Morgan's number; my fingers hovered above the screen. I could just tap on the screen and call him, but try as I might, I couldn't do it. I kept staring at the phone in a daze when the loud ringing tone nearly made me toss it away. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Morgan's number flashing on the screen. I picked up the call and stabilized my voice. “Hey.” “Are you okay? I hope your uncle didn't give you a hard time.” He asked; there was a tinge of worry in his voice. "No, I'm fine; you know no one can bully me,” I said, making an attempt to conceal my real emotions. “Yes, my kitten is very scary when she brandishes her sharp claws. I miss you,” he said, but I cou
MORGAN'S POV Shit! What just happened? I think Alexa misunderstands what she just saw. Shoving Jessica's hand and pushing her away from me, I walked with brisk steps towards the stairs, making my way to the balcony. I could feel people's gazes following my every step and knew I must keep my composure in front of these people and maintain my usual nonchalant attitude, but I didn't care; the look on Alexa's face when she was staring at me was alarming. I could perfectly read all the emotions on her face. She looked betrayed and heartbroken. I must fix this. Parting the curtains, I realized she was nowhere in sight. ‘Could she have jumped from up here?’ I thought, looking down, and saw another staircase at the end of the balcony and made my way towards it. Frankly, I don't even remember when Jessica held my hands. I had been thinking of Alexa and where she could possibly be. I had received a message from BigSam that Alexa had left her uncle's residence dressed beautifully in the comp
I felt as if someone had punched the air out of my lungs after hearing those words. What the fuck was she saying? Pushing her against the wall and caging her between my arms, I looked her dead in the eyes and said through gritted teeth. “Say it again.” “Let's break up; I don't want to be the other woman. Let me go,” she said, letting out a shaky breath. Her voice sounded tired, like someone who had given up, and she tried to take a step back. She wanted to keep a distance from me. My pupils shook violently as I stared at her. Did she not even trust me? Jessica had just held my hand. I know she likes to overthink things, but wasn't she overreacting? She had just been clinging onto Ethan, but I had not even said a word, even though I badly wanted to strip her clothes and get rid of Ethan's scent that clung onto her body. “Why? Don't you trust me? Won't you even let me explain?” I said, cupping her face, and tried to make her look me in the eye. But she shook her head and tried to
“I can't help it, but I'm scared of the day you'd no longer want me; I'm scared that one day I will not be the one by your side,” she said. I was filled with guilt listening to her words; I knew she was not doing this deliberately. She was a very confident woman despite the scars she suffered from her past, but my actions made her into this woman full of uncertainty. I wanted to hug her tighter so that she could feel assured, but she was already pressed against my chest so much that even air couldn't pass between us. I hope she could feel how my heart thumped erratically for no one else but her. “You are the only woman for me, Alexa Jones; there's no other woman apart from you.” I vowed. Oh, how I wish I could tell her about my condition and assure her that she had nothing to fear, but knowing how she overthinks, she was going to think I was with her because of my condition and come up with the worst possible scenarios. “I will never leave you, kitten. You would always be mine an
Alexa's POV I clenched my fingers so tightly, digging my nails into my fingers so much so that my knuckles turned white. So this was how he wanted it to be, right? Not wanting to feel more pathetic than I was already, I stood up and made my way to the door. But I paused just a few steps to the door. I couldn't help it; I would go crazy if I didn't get everything off my chest once and for all. The moment I went through that door, everything would be forgotten, and it might become a bigger elephant in the room that nobody would be willing to address anymore. I couldn't live like that. “Can I ask you something? And please tell me the truth. Have you ever loved her?” There, I said it. I turned around to look at him, looking him dead in the eye. “Did you ever have feelings for Jessica?” “If my answer is yes, what are you going to do?” He asked with a nonchalant expression on his face. I let out a shaky breath, trying all I could to keep my emotions in check. “If the question was rever
I left the suite in a better mood than before. I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I broke away from Morgan's hug and saw myself in the mirror, I nearly cried out in fright at the woman who was staring back at me. My makeup was ruined, and it had been smudged in several places, making me look like a zombie. But Morgan had been looking at me so gentle and lovingly a moment ago; wasn't he repulsed by my looks? ‘ Forget it; I better tidy up quickly so that we don't miss the banquet. I felt all eyes on us when we re-entered the banquet hall. I nearly pulled my hand from Morgan's grip, but I stopped myself at the last minute. I needed to stand by Morgan's side boldly and confidently. I shouldn't let my insecurities rob me of my happiness. We navigated through the crowd with ease since people naturally parted when Morgan and I approached. He held my hands in a possessive grip, making sure I was always by his side when people started to approach him and have small
“Leave!” He growled. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at him speechlessly. ‘Why was he having such a strong reaction? Didn't he want me?’ I thought, my thoughts reeling with a thousand reasons, until I heard the chauffeur say "sorry, sir” and close the door. I realized he had been talking to the chauffeur. ‘There you go again, Alexa, always thinking about the worst things,’ I chide myself in my mind. “Are you sure?” Morgan asked, his voice barely above a whisper and his intense gaze not turning down a notch and doing things to me. His hands were on my thighs, rubbing the area gently, but even that little action was causing an overwhelming desire to awaken within me; I wanted more. “Yes,” I cried out. “Kitten, do you understand what you're saying? I'm addicted to you, I won't lie. If I take you up on your offer and get a taste, I might fuck you and would not let you rest all night long. And I might be rough and fast and could make you feel pain...” My breath hitched at those wor
“Fuck me. Please… I'm yours.” I said, My voice was filled with lust. Opening my legs wider and pushing myself closer to him to show my enthusiasm. But he looked at me with a smirk on his face, his hands pinning me down so much that I couldn't move an inch. I had thought he would free his cock from his trousers at my words and slam into me the second I finished speaking, but he was more controlled than I thought, seeing as I could see the clear outline of his hard cork pressed against his pants. “You don't seem like you mean it,” he teased and began to massage one of my breasts through my clothes, and then he moved on to the next, playing with it with a bit of pressure in his hand. It felt a little painful at first, but I couldn't deny the pleasure that accompanied it. I arched my back, my toes curling in delight as he started to massage my breasts with just the right amount of strength. And then I heard the opening of a zipper making his huge cock tumble out and hit my pussy. He c