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
MORGANA FOSTERThe sun was setting when I finished my physiotherapy session. I had tea and cookies with Winnie and Alessandra. It was a pleasant afternoon. The air in the main garden was magnificent and fragrant, the plants and flowers adding color to the landscape. It was beginning to get dark, and orange and red dominated the sky as the sun went down.Ryan had gone to work, it was a Friday, and he was getting ready for his weekend off. Even though we haven't had much contact over the years, I know his routine completely. When we got inside, I had to go up to the bedroom floor to get a special dress for dinner. The door to his room was open, showing his figure standing on the edge of the bed finishing putting on a pair of black flannel pants.What a beautiful ass.A really shapely ass, perfect in a white boxer.The sight became even more disturbing when he began to put on his shirt and button it up in a ritual that in my mind seemed like the sexiest thing in the world. All right, I wa
MORGANA FOSTER In the living room, Ryan was sipping on a glass of whisky. His eyes widened, and I could swear I saw him stop breathing. Setting the glass aside, he walked to the edge of the stairs, extending his arm to assist me down."You look beautiful," he said, clearing his throat."Hm? What did you say?" I asked, pretending not to have heard."I said that..." He swallowed hard. "You look beautiful.""Oh! Thank you," I forced a smile. "Can we go?""Of course," With one hand holding mine and the other on my back, we walked to the car.It was funny to imagine Ryan Burke so nervous. Hilarious. His hand on my back trembled a bit, the atmosphere outside the car was electric and enticing. His eyes couldn't help but linger on my exposed cleavage. He opened the door, I got in, and he shut it, walking to the driver's seat.I was about to fasten my seatbelt when he did it for me, making sure it was securely fastened."You're safe," he said, glancing at the dress again and lingering too long