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
RYAN BURKECrafty little sneak. She told everyone about Elena's pregnancy. Without giving me a chance to soften the blow. I know my grandfather thinks Elena is an ambitious and scheming woman, my grandmother also has no better references to the mother of my child, but what could I do now? Abandon Elena? We went out to the dining room. Uncomfortable.My mother and grandparents stared at me seriously. I knew I had broken all the family principles, maintaining a relationship outside of marriage. But in my defense, we had an agreement. I never promised to reciprocate her feelings.And now I'm paying for it. After dinner, the ladies gathered for tea and my grandfather gave me a commanding look to follow him to the office.In the middle of the office was a small round table of dark wood with a huge bouquet of white tulips. The walls were filled with paintings.Some works acquired at antique auctions.To the right, there was an imposing "U"-shaped sofa that comfortably accommodated ten people
MORGANA FOSTERThe office is shrouded in a thin haze of smoke. Grandpa Burke is seated in his chair with a cigar between his lips, his icy expression turning into an inviting smile. It was hard not to feel intimidated by his imposing presence, yet at the same time comforting."You shouldn't be smoking, Grandpa," I admonished, taking a seat in the chair opposite him."Don't tell your grandma," he replied, winking like a teenager. "Well, dear, I heard Ryan. Now I want to hear from you, start!"I took a deep breath and placed my hands on the table."I want a divorce, Grandpa," my voice came out firmer than I expected, though the sigh that followed betrayed the tumultuous feelings within me. "Ryan never loved me! I don't believe it's going to happen now."His eyes pierced mine, seeking the truth that I myself was still trying to understand. It was comforting to have someone like him by my side, someone who understood and supported me, even in the face of the toughest decisions."I understa
MORGANA FOSTEREverything is so clear now in my head, how much I want this to end. The anguish filling my chest is enormous, I couldn't be more relieved that we've reached this moment. I believe Grandpa Burke will keep his promise to make him sign the divorce papers.We're in the car heading home. Ryan seems completely different, with a glow of anger lighting up his eyes like sharp needles. His silence was what worried me the most. I preferred it when he yelled; I had a clear view of what was waiting for me. I sigh heavily against the car dashboard as he remains focused on the road.His eyes lift in the rearview mirror as the light from another car catches up to us."We're being followed," he said calmly, his voice sounding hoarse and cold."What?" I ask, shaking and looking back.He rubs his temples and puts one hand on my leg, massaging my thigh. "Stay calm," he says. His eyes are gentle and give me a sense of security. "I'll keep driving home as usual.""Ryan, what if it's my stalke
MORGANA FOSTERI have no idea how much time passes from the call until the patrol car and paramedics arrive. My head completely disconnects from what's happening around me. I remain seated in the same spot as Ryan goes out to talk to the police.Cold fingers of fear grip my spine. I'm grappling with my own panic when a detective, the same one from the hospital, comes to take my statement."Mrs. Burke?" His tone is firm and gentle. I nod in agreement."Can we take your statement now?""Of course." I manage to speak, small tears falling down my face as I wipe them away with the back of my hand. "We had just arrived home. We came from dinner at my husband's grandparents' house. A car followed us but lost track halfway. When I entered, I took off my shoes at the entrance and went to the kitchen to make tea. I saw a figure, as if someone was passing towards the living room, and then heard a noise of something breaking. I grabbed the knife in the kitchen to defend myself. I found my husband
RYAN BURKEShe was running away. After everything last night, she kept running away from me, and I kept wanting her more and more with all my being. Maybe, today, she'll stop running away from me like the devil runs away from the cross. Just once. Even with all this, I can't stop thinking about her naked body, her damn perfect breasts and thick thighs. Nor can I stop thinking about how perfect they would look with my face between them. I took the last sip of coffee as I watched her walk away down the corridor, swaying her hips and involuntarily rolling her perfect ass. Yes, I'm completely obsessed with her. I've been craving her ever since I discovered that I can like everything about her. From her fiery personality to her toenails.Every day she surprises me, whether with her intelligence or her altruism. Especially when she overcame her pride and took care of Elena. God! I totally forgot about Elena. Everything's a mess lately, but Elena is the mother of my son.I pull my cell phone
MORGANA FOSTERI leave the room, leaving Ryan behind in bewilderment after our kiss. Everything is going very well. Too well. I didn't know he'd accept this plan so easily. I'm nervous, but well, I don't want to fear anything.I want to pay him back. It was the most pleasurable shit of my life to see his face twist with rage when I made him the offer. Yes, I'm having more fun with this than I can describe.I go back to studying the anatomy book again, ridding myself of any thoughts of last night's attack. I'll let Ryan worry about that, he said he'd sort it out, so let him. Some security technicians from JBR Enterprises come in the afternoon to change all the alarms and locks on the house. I go into the office while they do their work.After the system has been completely renovated, they leave. I feel a bit better now.Ryan has passed the office door many times in the last hour. Casting several glances at me. Restless. His eyes have a strange flare every time I catch him looking this w