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85 - Peaceful days
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Love me, baby 86 - A friend
MORGANA FOSTERIt's a little past 2:00 p.m. when we leave the boutique. Ryan still has a pouty look because I didn't let him into the fitting room, it's adorable. The wind passing by carries the scent of the salty beach water as we walk through the hotel toward the restaurant.Tyron is walking behind us, carrying the bags. I insisted he didn't need to, but he took the bags without even responding to my insistence. We reach the restaurant door, and he turns to Ryan."Thank you for bringing me here," I say, looking at him with a smile. "I think I really needed this.""We both did," he replies, holding my hand. "Sometimes it's important to disconnect from everything and just be present.""Mr. Ryan, I'll stay here at the door," he says, holding the bags and crossing his hands in front of his body."Okay, I'll call if I need anything."I squeeze Ryan's hand and draw his attention to me. He leans his face in so I can whisper."Ryan, he should eat with us," I say. "He's been with us since ear
Love me, baby 87 - TENSION
MORGANA FOSTERAfter the long post-beach shower, I put on a floral dress with a light fabric, tie one side of my hair back, wear small nickel earrings, and slip on comfortable flats. Ryan is still in the shower. I sit on the bed and check my phone. There are a few messages from Bethany.10:00 am.Bethany: How's the trip going? I want pictures! I miss you! Kisses5:00 PMBethany: I had a fight with John! He's such an idiot sometimes.Morgana: The trip is going great. I'll send pictures soon! You and John need to make up!Ryan exits the bathroom, drying his hair. He gives me a broad smile and approaches, planting a kiss on my cheek."Go get dressed," I say, pleased by his recent affectionate gestures. "I'm starting to get hungry."He gently brushes a strand of hair from my face."I was thinking of ordering dinner in the room," he says, looking at the bed, his voice smooth and soft. So tempting that it makes me squeeze my legs tightly."No way," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "I
Love me, baby 88 -Miss Kyle
ELENA KYLEJames is coming back from the airport. It seems Ryan and Morgana are getting along. My chest aches a little with the feeling of loss, but I refuse to cry. I decided a month ago that this wouldn't shake me. So, I won't let it. And the days with James have been good.James arrives while I'm preparing lunch. I decided to put my few culinary skills to use and make something for him to thank him for all the care he has given me over the past few days. My small belly is starting to grow into a rounded bump.Some ingredients of my spectacular paella make me a little nauseous, but I continue preparing the dish because it's the only one I know how to cook perfectly.I hear the front door open. James calls my name from the door."I'm in the kitchen!" I shout back while stirring the broth in the pan.He comes into the kitchen holding a grocery bag, placing it on the marble countertop."Miss Kyle, you shouldn't be cooking," he says, approaching and taking the spoon from my hand.I inter
Love me, baby 89 - Safe?
MORGANA FOSTERWhen dinner ended, we didn’t see Nicolas around anymore. I felt relieved by that; it didn’t seem right for him to be there. We stayed at the hotel bar, having a few drinks for a while. Ryan was so receptive and pleasant that it was surprising. My chest warmed with the initial feeling of love he was providing me there.He kept finding ways to get closer, touch my hand, hug me, or kiss me. I didn’t know how to feel about it. I didn’t see myself as someone with that love language, and part of me didn’t like it. But there was another part that wanted it so much that it screamed in my mind. I laughed at myself, staring at the green apple martini in my glass.“Are you enjoying the trip?” he says, interrupting my daydream. “Yes.”“That’s it?” he says, furrowing his brows and grabbing his own glass, taking a long sip. “You used to be more detailed.”“Stop it,” I say, drinking a bit of my drink. “I wasn’t that talkative!”I try to sound indignant, and he laughs loudly, throwing h
Love me, baby 90 - Everyone's a suspect
MORGANA FOSTERWe were at the airport in a private room, waiting for Ryan's private jet to be ready so we could finally leave. The last two days, at least until five hours ago, were so wonderful. Just when we were finally getting along... those damn photos appeared, showing us that we are nowhere near safe.Never a moment of perfect peace, right?I looked in a mirror, trying not to break down. I don't know how to feel right now. Do I want to be strong? Am I strong?We were so good, two magical nights. In a small paradise made just for the two of us.I looked at the small bruises, now purple, on my arms, painting my skin like a canvas. I rolled down the sleeves of my shirt to cover them and sighed, feeling the weight falling on me again. The same weight I wanted to lift when I agreed to come on this last-minute trip.And now happiness feels like a grain of sand on a beach.To complete my total disgrace, Ryan hasn’t said a damn word to me since I showed him the photos on my phone, and he
Love me, baby 91 - The Morrison's
RYAN BURKEI had to leave the plane earlier than expected, and since Morgana was sleeping quietly and peacefully—quite different from when we left the hotel—I preferred to let her sleep a little longer while I dealt with our security issues. I already had some information about it. The hotel's camera system had been hacked through a remote access using a false IP address, a VPN that changed the location.Since she barely slept last night and this morning was more turbulent than I had planned, I decided to let my wife rest. I'm on my way to JBR Enterprises in one of those ride-share cars. There wasn't enough time to call James and request his service, but he's taking care of Elena, so he's earning his money either way.In front of the enormous mirrored building, the car stops. I pay the fare and enter without looking around. The receptionists look visibly tense when I walk in. I give them a distant look and hiss a "Good morning," which is politely responded to.I take the elevator strai
Love me, baby 92 -Rage
MORGANA FOSTERI wake up from a nightmare with a jolt, my forehead drenched in sweat. It’s one of those nightmares where I’m kidnapped and kept isolated from everyone. It used to feel unreal, but now it feels closer to reality. In the dream, I scream for Ryan, and he isn’t there for me. He’s nowhere near me. My heart trembles, and I get stabbed, bleeding out until I die. I always wake up just before I die.I’m, in a way, annoyed with him. No, scratch that. Annoyed is a mild term compared to the anger I’m feeling.Ryan just arrived. I heard the purring of his Rolls-Royce parking in front of the house. I’ve been in the bedroom since we got back from the trip. His team arrived a few hours ago, replacing all the security cameras around the house. I didn’t know, but there were cameras on the bedroom door and the balcony door as well.I just want to know when this undeniable hell is going to end.I throw my head back and stifle a scream, pressing a pillow against my face. A few minutes later
Love me, baby 93 -Request for resignation
RYAN BURKEShe's not as angry or scared as I thought she would be this morning, and that’s a better consolation than I expected. When she closes the bathroom door with a smile, I feel a bit of normalcy returning to our day. I need to make it up to her somehow. I send a message to Juliana, asking her to arrange a gift to be sent to the mansion.I take the opportunity to check my emails and messages on my phone. Looking around the room, a thought strikes me. We’re still sleeping in separate rooms, and that’s something that needs to be resolved. I walk out of the room and head to my closet to grab my things and move them to her room. No, our room. Sleeping in separate rooms is unacceptable to me. She chose me, and I chose her. We’re a couple. I return to the room, dragging some clothes with me. Bethany leaves the room just as I come back, and Morgana is finishing getting dressed in the closet. I enter with my bags while she watches me silently.“Why are you bringing your clothes here?” sh
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