MORGANA FOSTERThe morning sun was shining brightly through the open window. I barely slept at all the night before. All I wanted was to get this feeling out of me, for Ryan to just sign the divorce papers. A simple piece of paper to end all this so I could move on. Ryan’s indecision ate away at my soul, and he knew the power he still had over me. He knew I wouldn’t leave if he didn’t sign the papers. I just didn’t want to be the same love-struck fool anymore. That’s all I wanted. Winnie came into the room, humming and wishing me good morning.“Good morning, Winnie!” I said with my best smile. “Has Bethany already left for work?”“Miss Bethany left early today. Are you coming down for breakfast now?”“Soon!” I replied, stretching. “Has Ryan left?”“Oh! Mr. Burke left early. He said not to expect him back today.”“I see,” I replied, feeling a bit more cheerful at her response. “Is James around? I need to go out this afternoon.”“I’ll make sure he’s available for you. I’ll prepare your b
RYAN BURKEOnce again, the damn divorce issue. She was pressuring me to continue with the process, and it deeply upset me. I wouldn't give her the chance to leave. Is it selfish of me? Yes, it is. But I don't care. My heart screams for her. Maybe that's why I let her go two years ago, afraid of how she might feel about me.I wanted to reclaim all the days I missed with her, but now I had this new problem with Elena that would keep her in our lives forever. I sat on the couch, furrowing my brow, trying to regain some of my sanity.On one hand, I felt happy hearing the baby's heartbeat with Elena this morning, but I couldn't forget Morgana for anything. I want her with me. I want her to smile at me like she smiled at that stupid doctor.I rested my head on the back of the couch. How much confusion I had on my shoulders. I heard knocks on the bedroom door, and I muttered, "Come in," when James entered, looking nervous and tired.My most loyal friend and employee, "Mr. Burke, I have news a
RYAN BURKEI stepped out of the elevator when it stopped on the top floor, where my office was. Juliana, my secretary, greeted me with a shy 'good morning,' like all the women in this building, she didn't know how to act around me. I chuckled at her reaction, making a small gesture to take the meeting reports from her. "Mr. Burke, there's a guy named Diego Sanders waiting for you in your office."I nodded and entered the room. Diego was a childhood friend, it had been years since the family sent him to Japan to take care of business, and our contact had been scarce. I entered the room, which was large enough to have a small sitting area, and saw him sitting on the couch reading a magazine."Ryan!" he exclaimed loudly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm as he spotted me, getting up to give me a hug , "Long time no see!""Oh my God, you son of a gun! Long time!" I replied equally excitedly, leading him back to the couch , "Is there a reason for your visit? Don't get me wrong, my friend, I'
MORGANA FOSTERElliot dropped me off at the mansion's doorstep after our conversation and the long kiss we shared. Ryan's black Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance when we arrived, and he opened the door as soon as Elliot turned off the car engine, nice. I turned to Alessandra, unbuckling her seatbelt:"Can you get out in front, please?"She hesitated for a moment, looking at Ryan outside with a serious and closed expression, then turned her eyes back to me, silently asking if she should indeed leave. I just nodded to her and watched her run into the house."Thanks for today, you're a great listener, Elliot," I said, biting my lip and pressing them lightly, causing a shy smile to appear on my face."I'll always be here to listen to you, Morgana," he said, placing his hand under mine, his long slender fingers tickling and radiating a friendly and warm heat. "Now, I think you have a different problem to deal with."His fingers pointed to the window. My eyes widened slightly as they no
MORGANA FOSTERI would do anything not to be in love with Ryan. All I've had from him during this time were scars and hurts; he never respected our nominal relationship like I did, he never loved me.Why did he insist on not giving me the divorce? I couldn't stay there anymore. It stirred the wounds in my chest like a scalpel cuts the skin for surgery.The bedroom door opened again, and his silhouette gently landed in front. His eyes were narrowed and staring at me in the chair with coldness; he approached, closing the door behind him.I lifted my eyes to meet his perfectly sculpted face framed in perfectly arranged side hair, swallowing some saliva that had accumulated."What do you want?" I asked, trying to appear as angry as possible.An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a while. I could feel his accelerated breath and see his chest moving in the tight black shirt.He looked at me and shrugged."Don't be so hostile," he said softly, moving closer, "Could you not trample on m
MORGANA FOSTERIt was late when I received some messages from Elliot asking if I was okay. I quickly responded to the messages and put my phone away; I was feeling too emotionally messy to have a conversation right now.I put on my headphones and hit play on Queen's album, the only band that makes me feel better when I'm dealing with my emotional crap.Really, "Love of My Life" was the perfect song for the moment. My eyes filled with tears, and I broke down, soaking my pillow for several minutes until I fell asleep from my inexplicable, hellish exhaustion.What a long day!What an intense day!Night came with a light rain that grew heavier. The smell of wet earth filled my nostrils in a strong gust, waking me from my sleep. The room was empty, and I was grateful for that. I couldn't fall into the traps of my own heart again and act like a teenager incapable of controlling herself.I sat up in bed, grabbing my phone to check my email and new messages. The first email was about my applic
RYAN BURKEI climbed the stairs to my room still intoxicated by Morgana's warm kiss. I entered the room with the silliest and most youthful smile I've ever worn in my life.Her lips were sweet. Yeah, I was really in a personal hell with her. One where I would give the world to kiss her and lose myself in her pussy, which I estimate to be as sweet as her mouth.I confess that seeing her earlier with that doctor, so close, made me nauseous, and I thought several times about wiping wherever he touched her, but I couldn't even interfere even if he was parading her around as if she were a new trophy.I decided to let her decide to stay with me. Being patient wasn't my best quality, I admit, but I was being. I would win her over again, even if it took a long time.The way she reacted to my presence was enough to stir my desires and fill my chest with hopes.I walk to the balcony to smoke a bit, still remembering the details, how her soft skin was nice to squeeze. I've been breaking hearts fo
MORGANA FOSTERIt was morning, the sun streamed into the room through the window. The smell of freshly cut grass mixed with dew was intoxicating. Minutes after waking up, Alessandra entered the room carrying a tray of medical supplies, organizing them on the dresser. She went into the closet and chose a flared red dress, cotton lingerie, and ballet flats. All my clothes had to be comfortable since the accident for better wound maintenance. I sent a message to Elliot.Morgana: Good morning, ElliotElliot: Good morning, sunshine!My heart warmed, and a smile spread across my lips without me even noticing."Sunshine." He was affectionate. Guilt flooded me. I kissed Ryan last night. Damn hell.He couldn't just let me go, could he? The phone buzzed in my hands.Elliot: Wasn't sure how to start a conversation with you after yesterday.Elliot: I mean...Elliot: I don't know what to do... Do we have a relationship now or...My heart raced, and a tremor ran through my body. I was really nervous