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
MORGANA FOSTERRyan moaned into the kiss as my hands felt his cock under his pants. Hard as a rock. He groaned as my fingers skillfully worked along its length. And I don't understand why he still keeps his clothes on, and I murmur without realizing."Why are you still wearing this?" I asked, returning another kiss to his neck.He laughed as he lifted my body as easily as a bunch of grapes and walked down the hallway. Taking me to the bedroom and throwing me on the bed, undressing himself. The cold sapphires he has in his eyes now shining in a sea of burning lust, staring at me. I'm sure I'm looking back with the same intensity.Damn defined abs. Cursed muscular arm. My mouth waters, and I'm literally drooling over that body. His clothes fall to the ground in a quick and urgent rustle. I licked my lips, moistening them as his clothes dropped, giving him my most mischievous smile.I swallowed hard several times, feeling my body waver as I became wet with excitement. As he approaches, hi
RYAN BURKEThe light flooded the room, pulling me from a deep sleep. I stretch and open my eyes. We've been sleeping since yesterday. What an absurd woman! I wake up with her hair spread across my chest, a smile forming on my lips as I nuzzle her head, causing her to murmur something softly.I pull her body closer to mine, her body so inviting and warm against my own skin, causing a pleasant and comfortable tremor. She sinks into my chest, nestling her head against me."I could spend the whole day admiring your beauty," I whisper, making her slowly open her eyes. For a moment, she widens her two deep honey-colored orbs, breaking her expression into a beautiful smile.I kiss her forehead and then her lips. "Good morning!" she says, lazily stretching next to me and tying her hair into a ponytail."Good morning, Mrs. Burke," I reply, kissing her gently.She shivers and freezes next to me. I notice her unease with my words and back away to be courteous and allow her time."I'll go down to
MORGANA FOSTERI woke up tangled in Ryan's lap. His eyes were fixed on my face. How could he look so handsome in the morning? I whispered “good morning” to him and smiled casually, trying not to seem melted by him. His response of calling me “Mrs. Burke” sends a chill down my spine and I feel as if I can't breathe for a while. Our night together was so good, everything I ever wanted and just the way I wanted it. He devoured me in bed, on the little sofa, in the bathroom, in bed again and almost made the three years of waiting worth it.I took a deep breath and watched him walk away to the bathroom. I sat on the bed feeling each of his touches again. My skin had been craving it for so long. My whole body responded so well to it.I'm completely fucked! I have to keep my mind clear, everything has to go well so that I can get him to give me a divorce. I repeat to myself.But my gaze wanders to him again, as he comes out of the gleaming bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. I can't
MORGANA FOSTERNone of those naughty thoughts now, Morgana. None. We continue eating in silence after your declaration. The food is perfect. When we finish eating, he clears the table and puts the dishes in the dishwasher."Let's go to the living room," he says, leaving and I follow him, looking at my own shoes. In the living room, we sit side by side and continue to have another glass of wine. If I don't get drunk on the next glass, I swear I'll kiss him.It doesn't take long for him to take the initiative to kiss me, intensely and desperately. He's full of slow touches around my neck and waist, squeezing every damn piece of skin out of the dress. His tongue brushes my lips, asking for entrance, and I give in without much of a fight.I pull his shirt over his head and his chest is completely exposed, my hands now able to explore him with better visibility. He lays me down and pulls me to his chest, grunting as I slide down him. I give myself a second to breathe before leaning in and k