“You could take forever if you wanted to." he soothed her, kissing her temple "Don't worry about it. I understand perfectly." All the way to the Manson mansion, and even when they quickly packed the few belongings Charlie wanted to take from there, the two remained silent. And Morgan only broke it when they finally parked at his condo and he was forced to caress Charlie's cheek, to wake her from the sleep she had sunk into, holding Sawyer, after they had left the mansion. "Darling..." he whispered against her ear, making her shudder, waking up "It's okay, we're here." Gently, he lifted her again in his arms, making her gasp. “I can walk, you know?" She blinked heavily, looking torn between drowsiness and stubbornness, as well as embarrassment. “I know, but you don't have to. You've worn yourself out enough for one day. Besides, it costs me nothing." aside from the fact that he was getting to enjoy the addictive sensation of having her warm body pressed against his, but of course he
For a moment, when he woke up, Charlie thought he was still dreaming. It was the only possible explanation for why Morgan's arms were around her waist, pressing every inch of her body against his, including the exposed part of her chest that the parted shirt revealed. For as long as possible, which she would have stretched out into centuries, Charlie was frozen in place, afraid that any movement would wake Morgan and end that perfect moment. So she just remained relaxed, her cheek resting against his chest, and breathed in deeply of his scent, wanting to memorize how it felt to feel him so close. The only part of her that couldn't settle, of course, was her mind, and before long she found herself lost in a myriad of fantasies and scenarios where she could feel even more of his heat, run over every inch of his skin with fingertips and finally find out what his kiss tasted like. Of course, sleeping with him for real would be fantastic, but it just wasn't what she wanted anymore. To be
"Of course not." he interrupted her, taking her face between his hands, visibly anxious to calm her down "I know you didn't do that on purpose, so there's no point in getting angry, especially when it's very clear that you're feeling worse than you are. that I for all of this. So trust me, Charlie, it's okay. It was nothing." He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, as he had done many times the day before, and Charlie thought that it wasn't so bad to be upset sometimes, as long as he continued to comfort her in that way "And thank you so much for having tried to do this for me." “I wish I had." she huffed, still furious with herself. “Well, remind me to teach you some cooking basics later." He chuckled. "Now, will helping me clean all this make that pout go away?" He glared at her mouth, but quickly looked away. “We'll see…” she sighed regretfully. “Anyway, it's the least I can do. Tell me what I have to do." So for the next half hour, the two of them busied themselves cleaning
Contrary to what one would expect from a funeral, Anthony's funeral took place on a sunny afternoon in pleasant weather that soon gave way to a night of clear skies. The garden had proved too large for the tiny number of people who had attended the wake, especially since most of them were representatives or secretaries of Anthony's "friends", who had attended on behalf of their employers and departed before the coffin was even reached. could be taken to the cemetery. If it weren't for a few occasional tears from Charlie, Anthony would have been buried in complete coldness, surrounded only by the whispers between Samantha and her lawyers, who weren't even bothering to hide how much they wanted this to be over as soon as possible. The entire time, Morgan stayed with Charlie in her arms, shielding her from the empty condolences of the callous guests and Samantha's venomous expression, which seemed more willing to glare at her stepdaughter than say her final goodbyes to her husband. Fortu
"The only reason I haven't gone to college until now is that my father refused to pay, even though he knew I wouldn't be able to pay for it myself without having received my grandfather's inheritance!" she roared, her face starting to turn red with rage. "Just like he refused to let me get a job while I lived here!" "Well, Charlotte..." Samantha got up, approaching her stepdaughter with a sparkling expression "You don't have to act like that. You have me after all…” Reaching out, she placed her hand on Charlie's shoulder, digging her nails into it like claws. “It actually breaks my heart to know that you want to leave me. But do not worry. I promise we'll have a wonderful year together before you leave." Samantha opened a smile wide and sharp, like a razor. "No, Samantha…" Morgan, whose restless mind had been buzzing with possibilities since the moment this mess had begun, cut Samantha off, finally rising to stand beside Charlie, pulling her out of her stepmother's reach. "Tell me, M
Even after the third pinch of her own cheek and washing her face a second time with ice water, Charlie still couldn't convince herself that she wasn't delusional. Staring at her pale and shocked reflection in the half bath where she had fled at the first opportunity he got, Charlie replayed in her mind all the unbelievable things that had happened in the last hour. It was true that she didn't care how little her father had left her in the inheritance, however unfair the division. However, when that idiot lawyer had told her that she couldn't get her hands on anything until she was 21 and that she would have to be at Samantha's mercy for an entire month, Charlie believed she was trapped in a nightmare. Her freedom seemed so close, and suddenly, she had completely disintegrated. The shock and despair were so intense that she was barely able to formulate an argument that made sense as she stammered pathetically at all those people who only wanted to harm her. That was when, out of the b
For three whole years, she had dreamed about what it would be like to kiss him, but nothing could have prepared her for the moment when their mouths met. In the first second, upon realizing that he was completely frozen, Charlie panicked for a moment, but then a bold little voice in her mind urged her to continue and make the most of the first, and perhaps only, kiss they would ever share. So she moved her lips over his, however awkwardly, eager to memorize the taste of her and the burning sensation of touching his lips before Morgan recovered from her shock and pulled her away. However, in the next second, he was the one who left her in shock, grabbing her waist with firm hands and pulling her to him at once, while plunging his tongue deep in her mouth, making them both moan. Even though his arms already provided her with all the support she needed, Charlie still wrapped his arms around her neck, trying to pull him closer, even though it was physically impossible. Pushing her tongue
At lightning speed, he closed the passenger door and spent several minutes without getting in the car, completely out of Charlie's sight, however much she turned in every direction the window allowed her to see, trying to find her. it. Finally, when she was ready to leave and ask if he needed any help with this problem, Morgan burst into the car, his face completely flushed and the suit jacket he was wearing tied around his waist, completely obscuring his forehead. of your pants. And Charlie wanted to tear it apart until the fabric was nothing but lint. "Well..." he cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. "Shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, or even moving his eyes in her direction, Morgan started the car, leaving the Manson mansion at an unusually high speed for a person as prudent as he was, looking as if he wanted to get home as soon as possible. In silence, Charlie remained staring at his flushed cheeks and the way he was anxiously looking everywhere but at her
“Do you really think so, Morgan? “ she purred, playing with her cleavage already almost completely open “ I think you are so controlled… I bet you could resist me for years and years. So I think it would take more than just a dress... " Undoing the ties at the back of her back, she let the fabric slide to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of tiny panties before his smoldering gaze " I think I would need to be naked in front of you…” Closing the small distance between the two of them, she caressed his bare chest “I would need to touch you…” Charlie moved her lips over his teasingly “I would need to kiss you. ..But her words were interrupted when he pulled her into one more eager kiss, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass without any qualms, making her gasp.“You're wrong, Charlie…” he growled against her lips, his green eyes almost completely black with desire “You just need to exist. But do not worry. You're about to find out exactly what I'm talking about...Before Char
"Something tells me so..." Wanting to tease him a little more, she rose on tiptoe to overcome the several inches of difference in height between the two of them, pretending to kiss him on the mouth, but deflecting to his side. cheek at the last second, pressing her lips there chastely like she used to when she was younger “But if I can make a special request, I want you to teach me how to make your family's special cupcakes! “ she asked moving away from him with the feeling of long duty when noticing the frustrated and longing expression on his face." Your wish is an order. “He grunted, moving to the area of the worktop where the ingredients were and motioning for her to stand beside it. “First, we have to mix the cocoa powder with the oil, eggs and sugar. “ he explained, picking up a new bowl to put everything in it.“Can I move? “ she offered, sticking her side to his, when she saw him reach a nearby fuê." At ease..." he took a step back instead of passing the bowl to her, indicat
“Be nice to Aunt Vivian, okay? Charlie asked his children, making sure their scarves were securely wrapped around their necks, before they got into their godmother's car.“Okay, Mom. “ Patrick immediately agreed, visibly excited to spend the entire night playing video games, as Vivian always allowed.“What do you and Dad need to do alone on your wedding anniversaries that you can't do with us? “Very unlike her brother, Poppy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest suspiciously.Narrowing his eyes a little in the direction of that stubborn little girl, Charlie snorted when he heard Vivian having a fit of laughter inside the car. She hated to admit it, but even though she was still 9 years old and the carbon image of her father physically, Poppy had inherited her entire personality, which most of the time was a source of pure pride for Charlie, when she saw her smart and smart little girl. determined in action... But at times like this, when she just wanted to have a moment alone with
In a very short time, the bathroom had already been taken over by Sawyer's furious growls and meows, who was trying at all costs to escape the water from the bathtub and the comb that Morgan ran along the length of his fur, throwing more and more fleas into the water at every turn. new pass.“ I really need to talk to Charlie about the stray dogs and cats that are roaming the complex... “ Morgan panted slightly, trying to keep the little beast in her hands under control “ If, even taking medicine every month, you managed to get infested like this way walking around, then those who live on the street must be in a serious situation..." Daddy? “ Poppy's scared voice interrupted him and he turned his head to see his children in the bathroom doorway, fearful “What are you doing with Sawyer?“It's okay, honey. “ He soothed her, moving a little to escape the slash Sawyer had nearly landed on his face, though there wasn't much he could do about his already torn arms. “What happened is, Sawye
" And now we put the frozen peanut butter inside the dough..." Morgan instructed his children, helping them to sink the peanut butter balls into the chocolate dough with their little fingers " And no sticking the licked finger of Get back in the dough, Poppy. “ he warned his daughter, without even looking in her direction “I'm watching you.Hearing her little girl's characteristic snort, the same one that made her sound even more like her mother. Stifling a laugh, he finished helping Patrick finish the cupcakes, moving in time to catch his sister in the air, at the same moment that she had just jumped onto the stool he had positioned below the counter, so that they could could cook together with him." Daddy! “ Poppy complained, struggling in his arms as hard as her tiny five year old body would allow. “I can get off the bench by myself!“But not without getting hurt. “ he stole a kiss on her cheek, making her huff again, before sitting her down in one of the chairs at the dining tabl
“ Samantha, for God's sake! “ Anthony growled under his breath, although everyone could hear him clearly “ Apologize at once or you will be thrown out of this house!"Charlotte…" she began, her expression contorted with rage as if she was straining to say those words "I'm sorry…" Whereby? Charlie raised an eyebrow in her direction, seeming to be enjoying the moment deeply.“For being rude, honey. “ Samantha opened a big forced smile “ I promise that this will never happen again, from now on.“ That's true, because I'll make sure you don't! “ Morgan swore, determined “ Now get out of here! I want to speak with Charlotte alone!“Mr. Sullivan, she's still my daughter... " Anthony looked like he wanted to protest, but his scared voice made that sentence absolutely pathetic.“The same daughter you were mistreating a moment ago! “ Morgan snarled, making him flinch immediately “Now get out!“Of course, Mr. Sullivan... " Samantha nodded, her blue eyes cold and angry " Why wouldn't we, as par
Morgan didn't know why he was there. Or rather, the truth was, he shouldn't be there. And that in every sense.There was a lot of work to be done and a lot of paperwork to be signed in his office, like every other day of the year... But still, perhaps for the first time in his life, he had found it difficult to concentrate. That's because the image of Charlotte Manson jumping into a fountain across from him the day before wouldn't leave his mind. The more rational side of him tried to argue that it was just because she was a poor young girl with clearly terrible parents that she couldn't stand up for herself and needed help. Therefore, as soon as he finished work, he could visit her in the most proper way possible, like any normal person would. But not.Instead, he had left the office early for the first time in years "maybe, again, for the first time in his life", just so he could see Charlie again and get rid of that nagging feeling that had been plaguing his chest all morning. Whic
All the books and scientific articles Morgan had read about babies during Charlie's pregnancy said that in order for her son to sleep well, it was important to create a calm and quiet environment at nap time. However, his wife wasn't very good at it.“You spend the whole day soiling your diaper and throwing up…” he heard her play inside the suite's bathroom, with the sounds of wet kisses filling the room “How can you smell so good?Hearing her daughter's contented cackle, Morgan couldn't help but smile, even though she knew all that fussing would make it take Poppy much longer to fall asleep. But, well, she was Charlie's daughter, so obviously she wasn't a simple bottle, a dark room and a little white noise that would magically dampen the infinite energy she had inside her.Hearing his son give a long yawn, Morgan turned his attention to Patrick who, after a relaxing bath and having changed into his pajamas, was clearly ready for bed, very different from his twin sister. Feeling his h
"Well...that depends..." he commented, shrugging." Like this? She raised an eyebrow, confused.“ It depends on whether you like it or not. “Morgan smiled, stroking her cheek." What? “ Charlie gasped, shocked “You mean...?“ Over the past few months, I've thought a lot about what you've told me about your dream of raising your own pets, beyond the shelter animals. But it would be a bit difficult to do that in an apartment. “ he said, making her eyes widen even more “ So I decided it would be a good idea to look for a new home for us: a spacious house where you can welcome as many animals as you want and make our family even bigger. “ Morgan approached her, biting her cheek to stop herself from laughing at her stunned expression. “And this was the house that I thought most fit what you had described to me. So what do you think? Should we look a little further or could this place become our new home? I particularly think Matilda would love to be able to run around without having so man