It had been almost a week since Morticia's team started working in collaboration with Scarlett Holdings. Throughout this time, Morticia made sure to keep her discussions with Klaus strictly professional.Although, occasionally, they exchanged a few words outside of work, Morticia ensured it was always brief.Other employees noticed this and wondered how Morticia managed to stay close to the strict, cold president infamous as the "ruthless devil" in the business world.But Klaus was dying inside. Morticia wasn't cold to him, but she was distant. He hadn't had a single moment alone with her-not even once.Another thing gnawed at him: Morticia and Nolan Wimp. Were they together now? Especially since they had once gone on a date.A week had passed, and though Klaus had promised to give her some time, it was killing him. Yet, he didn't want to cross any boundaries."Mr. Klaus," Wyatt's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up and sighed."Yeah... Sorry, I zoned out a bit," Klaus
Her move had shocked everyone in the hall. One of her team members even fainted in shock. A few guests had their drinks slip through their hands, crashing to the floor.No one moved until Klaus led Morticia out of the place.Now in his personal suite, not far from the hall, Klaus pinned Morticia against the wall. Their lips moved against each other, tongues tangling as his hands roamed over her body.She moaned, returning the kiss with equal hunger. Her back arched, pressing her body firmly against his broad chest.Klaus groaned against her lips. Holy shit! He missed this... so fûcking much!His hands slipped to her thighs, lifting her against him. With one arm, he pushed aside the things cluttering the table and placed Morticia on it.Her legs parted, and he positioned himself between them. Their lips stayed molded together as fire sparked between them, their passion igniting with every touch.They had both missed this-bodies and minds claiming each other after the long separation.M
The sun settled on Morticia's face, stirring her awake from sleep.She moaned softly, shifting in the soft bed. Her head bumped into a firm chest, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet a pair of beautiful metallic eyes."Good morning, love," Klaus greeted in a sweet, deep voice that made her blush and smile."How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice tiny, like a little child.She recalled last night's activities, and heat crept onto her cheeks. She quickly covered her face with the duvet."Shy?" Klaus chuckled, pulling the duvet away, but she covered her face again. "You're damn cute."He tugged the duvet away again, pinning it down this time so she couldn't hide. He leaned down to kiss her.Morticia smiled brightly. "Is this real?" she whispered.Klaus didn't reply. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, nibbling her lips gently to let her know it wasn't a dream.He was really here with her. She wasn't the cold, distant woman she had been since his ret
Work continued as usual, with Morticia's team chatting about how much they would miss this office compared to their own. They spoke about the treats, the atmosphere, and the facilities.But Morticia's fingers kept tapping on her desk, her mind drifting.She sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me? I should be patient, right?"She leaned back in her sleek black chair. "Is he bored of me?""Is something troubling you, Miss Addams?" Lisa asked.Morticia snapped out of her trance. "No, there's nothing wrong.""Don't worry about the project. We did an awesome job," Nolan reassured her.Morticia forced a smile and tried her best to focus on her work.--By evening, Morticia got out of a cab, paid the driver, and shut the door. She checked Klaus's message again and sighed.~Meet me at our spot. 8pm, don't be late~Her gaze shifted to the small beach ahead. "What could he be planning?"As she walked further, her eyes caught sight of a transparent tent. Approaching it, her heart warmed at the
In the cold hall, Drake weaved his way through. His shoulders were squared, his eyes serious, and his expression cold as ice. At the end of the hall stood three guards, securing a room.Drake gave them a nod, and one of the guards knocked on the door, announcing his presence. Upon receiving permission, the guards opened the door, letting Drake step inside.The room was large and imposing, with dark walls. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, where a man lay surrounded by three women, their hands and lips shamelessly exploring him.“What is it, Drake?” Cassian Moore raised his gaze to Drake, his calloused hand squeezing the ass of the woman straddling him. “Care to join before discussing whatever it is that’s on your mind?”“It’s about the new Don,” Drake said, his tone cautious. “He just got married.”Cassian’s brow furrowed as he sat up abruptly. “Klaus Barnard got married?” he questioned, disbelief sharpening his voice.“Yes. He tried to keep it a secret. His wife’s name
Klaus chuckled, a low sound that felt like music to her ears. He pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.“Go freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said, pulling away.Morticia noticed the restraint in his retreat. She would have loved to tease him more, but her body ached, though she tried to deny it.Back in the room, she entered the bathroom, opting for a warm bath since it was quite cold outside. The weather was relaxing, and she could already imagine using the chill as an excuse to have Klaus wrap his strong arms around her and talk for hours.She wished this honeymoon would never end.After her bath, she stared at her reflection. Love marks adorned her delicate skin, reminders of their passion.Geez, Morticia, enough with the thoughts about him.But no, there was no stopping them. Klaus was her husband now. Hers forever. She imagined their future—children, boys or girls, whatever God blessed them with. She pictured herself and Klaus parenting together, telling stories to their
Rhea returned home a bit early from work. Setting her coat aside, she stepped further into the room. Her eyes searched for Valerie. Was she not home yet?“Val?” Rhea called out gently, deciding to check their room. Getting there, she hesitated but pushed the thought aside. She opened the door, and there was Valerie, sitting on the bed, her back bent, her face cradled in her palms, and her elbows resting on her knees. She seemed lost in thought, a million miles away.Rhea stepped forward, her steps light and careful. Sadness swept across her features.“Val,” she called lightly, but Valerie remained unmoved, still drowning in her thoughts.Sighing, Rhea stepped closer and touched Valerie's shoulder.Valerie seemed to snap out of her trance, her gaze shooting up to meet Rhea's. “Rhea!”She stood up to face her and took a deep breath, clearing her throat and masking the sadness that Rhea had glimpsed for a fleeting moment.“Hey… uh, you got off work quite early. How are you doing?” Valer
Rhea didn't realize the tears that slipped down her face, running down her own cheek. Never had she thought Valerie could face such cruelty from her own relative—someone she had once trusted.Why do trusted people seem to hurt her? Even her only sister and her first love did, cheating on her on her birthday.“Oh… Val,” Rhea whispered.“I was nine.” Valerie's jaw was gritted so hard that her teeth sent a signal of aching. “No one seems to believe me since there was no proof to support my claim, and I had spoken up too late,” Valerie whispered, her voice slightly heavy with emotion. “Nana wasn't around. It was just my sister who tried to fight for me.”“She tried to get to the root of the matter, wanting to run a test on me, but… the police never listened…”Rhea’s jaw clenched. “They must be insane. How could they dismiss you like that? How could they turn their backs on a child?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and sorrow.Valerie let out a bitter laugh, the sound devoid
As Rhea told Morticia the whole story about Valerie’s uncle, Morticia felt anger and worry rising in her chest.The urge to find the man named Drake triggered her.“He said that bastard is in town. Definitely has a motive… a dangerous one, I presume,” Rhea sighed. “Val asked me not to tell anyone… but I think you already know the reason why I'm telling you.”Morticia nodded, knowing what Rhea meant. “Sure, that bastard needs to be caught. How dare he return after all he did and still have the guts to appear at Nana's funeral?”“I know, right? I wish I could break both of his legs!” Rhea's jaw clenched, and Morticia gave her an assuring squeeze.“It's okay… we’ll find him.”****“Drake Grayson,” Klaus's jaw clenched. “I know that bastard.”“You do?” Morticia asked, a slight hint of hope lacing her voice. If Klaus knows him, then they can have their revenge for what he did to Valerie.“Yes. And as a matter of fact… he is after me,” Klaus said, his voice devoid of panic. He looked as tho
Rhea didn't realize the tears that slipped down her face, running down her own cheek. Never had she thought Valerie could face such cruelty from her own relative—someone she had once trusted.Why do trusted people seem to hurt her? Even her only sister and her first love did, cheating on her on her birthday.“Oh… Val,” Rhea whispered.“I was nine.” Valerie's jaw was gritted so hard that her teeth sent a signal of aching. “No one seems to believe me since there was no proof to support my claim, and I had spoken up too late,” Valerie whispered, her voice slightly heavy with emotion. “Nana wasn't around. It was just my sister who tried to fight for me.”“She tried to get to the root of the matter, wanting to run a test on me, but… the police never listened…”Rhea’s jaw clenched. “They must be insane. How could they dismiss you like that? How could they turn their backs on a child?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and sorrow.Valerie let out a bitter laugh, the sound devoid
Rhea returned home a bit early from work. Setting her coat aside, she stepped further into the room. Her eyes searched for Valerie. Was she not home yet?“Val?” Rhea called out gently, deciding to check their room. Getting there, she hesitated but pushed the thought aside. She opened the door, and there was Valerie, sitting on the bed, her back bent, her face cradled in her palms, and her elbows resting on her knees. She seemed lost in thought, a million miles away.Rhea stepped forward, her steps light and careful. Sadness swept across her features.“Val,” she called lightly, but Valerie remained unmoved, still drowning in her thoughts.Sighing, Rhea stepped closer and touched Valerie's shoulder.Valerie seemed to snap out of her trance, her gaze shooting up to meet Rhea's. “Rhea!”She stood up to face her and took a deep breath, clearing her throat and masking the sadness that Rhea had glimpsed for a fleeting moment.“Hey… uh, you got off work quite early. How are you doing?” Valer
Klaus chuckled, a low sound that felt like music to her ears. He pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.“Go freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said, pulling away.Morticia noticed the restraint in his retreat. She would have loved to tease him more, but her body ached, though she tried to deny it.Back in the room, she entered the bathroom, opting for a warm bath since it was quite cold outside. The weather was relaxing, and she could already imagine using the chill as an excuse to have Klaus wrap his strong arms around her and talk for hours.She wished this honeymoon would never end.After her bath, she stared at her reflection. Love marks adorned her delicate skin, reminders of their passion.Geez, Morticia, enough with the thoughts about him.But no, there was no stopping them. Klaus was her husband now. Hers forever. She imagined their future—children, boys or girls, whatever God blessed them with. She pictured herself and Klaus parenting together, telling stories to their
In the cold hall, Drake weaved his way through. His shoulders were squared, his eyes serious, and his expression cold as ice. At the end of the hall stood three guards, securing a room.Drake gave them a nod, and one of the guards knocked on the door, announcing his presence. Upon receiving permission, the guards opened the door, letting Drake step inside.The room was large and imposing, with dark walls. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, where a man lay surrounded by three women, their hands and lips shamelessly exploring him.“What is it, Drake?” Cassian Moore raised his gaze to Drake, his calloused hand squeezing the ass of the woman straddling him. “Care to join before discussing whatever it is that’s on your mind?”“It’s about the new Don,” Drake said, his tone cautious. “He just got married.”Cassian’s brow furrowed as he sat up abruptly. “Klaus Barnard got married?” he questioned, disbelief sharpening his voice.“Yes. He tried to keep it a secret. His wife’s name
Work continued as usual, with Morticia's team chatting about how much they would miss this office compared to their own. They spoke about the treats, the atmosphere, and the facilities.But Morticia's fingers kept tapping on her desk, her mind drifting.She sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me? I should be patient, right?"She leaned back in her sleek black chair. "Is he bored of me?""Is something troubling you, Miss Addams?" Lisa asked.Morticia snapped out of her trance. "No, there's nothing wrong.""Don't worry about the project. We did an awesome job," Nolan reassured her.Morticia forced a smile and tried her best to focus on her work.--By evening, Morticia got out of a cab, paid the driver, and shut the door. She checked Klaus's message again and sighed.~Meet me at our spot. 8pm, don't be late~Her gaze shifted to the small beach ahead. "What could he be planning?"As she walked further, her eyes caught sight of a transparent tent. Approaching it, her heart warmed at the
The sun settled on Morticia's face, stirring her awake from sleep.She moaned softly, shifting in the soft bed. Her head bumped into a firm chest, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet a pair of beautiful metallic eyes."Good morning, love," Klaus greeted in a sweet, deep voice that made her blush and smile."How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice tiny, like a little child.She recalled last night's activities, and heat crept onto her cheeks. She quickly covered her face with the duvet."Shy?" Klaus chuckled, pulling the duvet away, but she covered her face again. "You're damn cute."He tugged the duvet away again, pinning it down this time so she couldn't hide. He leaned down to kiss her.Morticia smiled brightly. "Is this real?" she whispered.Klaus didn't reply. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, nibbling her lips gently to let her know it wasn't a dream.He was really here with her. She wasn't the cold, distant woman she had been since his ret
Her move had shocked everyone in the hall. One of her team members even fainted in shock. A few guests had their drinks slip through their hands, crashing to the floor.No one moved until Klaus led Morticia out of the place.Now in his personal suite, not far from the hall, Klaus pinned Morticia against the wall. Their lips moved against each other, tongues tangling as his hands roamed over her body.She moaned, returning the kiss with equal hunger. Her back arched, pressing her body firmly against his broad chest.Klaus groaned against her lips. Holy shit! He missed this... so fûcking much!His hands slipped to her thighs, lifting her against him. With one arm, he pushed aside the things cluttering the table and placed Morticia on it.Her legs parted, and he positioned himself between them. Their lips stayed molded together as fire sparked between them, their passion igniting with every touch.They had both missed this-bodies and minds claiming each other after the long separation.M
It had been almost a week since Morticia's team started working in collaboration with Scarlett Holdings. Throughout this time, Morticia made sure to keep her discussions with Klaus strictly professional.Although, occasionally, they exchanged a few words outside of work, Morticia ensured it was always brief.Other employees noticed this and wondered how Morticia managed to stay close to the strict, cold president infamous as the "ruthless devil" in the business world.But Klaus was dying inside. Morticia wasn't cold to him, but she was distant. He hadn't had a single moment alone with her-not even once.Another thing gnawed at him: Morticia and Nolan Wimp. Were they together now? Especially since they had once gone on a date.A week had passed, and though Klaus had promised to give her some time, it was killing him. Yet, he didn't want to cross any boundaries."Mr. Klaus," Wyatt's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up and sighed."Yeah... Sorry, I zoned out a bit," Klaus