25: Morgan's POV:"Oh my goodness! What happened here?" Sabrina gasped as she walked into my office, right through where a door was a few hours ago.I looked up at her and said nothing. "Come on," She said with a sigh. She walked up to my desk, a bag of takeout food in her hands. Her eyes were filled with anxiety as she stared at me. "Can we talk, please?""About what?" I said, still bitter. I went back to my work, glancing over the reports laid out in front of me. "I talked to dad, and he helped me understand some things. Can I sit, please?""Whatever."She sat down and slid the bag over to me. "Morgan, please, can you at least look at me?"I raised my head and met her eyes. "You have two minutes. As you can see, I'm very busy right now."She nodded and shifted in her seat. "Dad told me you were married to Mr Fontaine, and that it ended very terribly. I'm deeply sorry, Morgan. I wouldn't have signed those papers if I knew it was going to be really tough on you.""Are you saying I'm
Morgan's POV"You seem happy." Winston said to me after the waiter was through with pouring him and I a glass of wine. "Did something good happen?"Of course. Nothing felt better than showing Dante that he didn't have a say concerning where I decide to be, when I decide to be there and with whom I want to be there with.I took a sip of the wine, letting it saturate my taste buds for some seconds before swallowing it. Turning the glass in my hands, I looked at Winston."Everything's just something to be happy for." I said with a smile. He smiled back, his eyes aglow with mirth."A toast?" He raised his glass. "To?" "Let's see..." He ran his hands through his hair. "To you, and to your happiness.""You bet." I laughed clinking my glass with his. We ate dinner, cracking jokes and laughing. Before long, I was lost in the conversation, forgetting about things I was supposed to be worried about and laughing. "You have quite a sense of humour." I said between fits of laughter."Quite, is q
Morgan's POVI screamed, kicking the seat that Dante was sitting on."I'm sorry ma'am, but you need to..." I glared at the hostess, shutting her up."Interfering with the flight could cause a crash." Dante said turning to look at me."I don't remember asking your opinion, so I suggest you shut the hell up!" I said to him, watching as the jet took off from the floor into the air. I could feel every nerve in my body tighten with fury.The embarrassment I had felt today, was more than embarrassment, it was disrespect! How could Dante treat me like that?! How dare him? I took in deep breaths, trying to control myself before I would do something that might have me regretting for the rest of my life."You've gone quiet." Dante said with amusement in his voice. "I hate you. I wish you'll burn in hell." I said to him, walking to a seat two seats away from him. He turned to me as I sat down, looking at me with his calm faced expression. I grit my teeth in anger, trying to pretend that he want
Morgan's POV"No!" I said to both the receptionist and Dante. "No way in hell, am I going to spend the night in the same room with this." I pointed at Dante. The receptionist looked confused and shocked, her gaze travelling from Dante to me and back to Dante."Okay..." She started. "Are you going to take the room, or not...""We will.""Not."Dante and I said at the same time.The receptionist looked confused and a bit scared. "Which one of the answers should I take?""Mine." Dante replied. He handed her his card. "We'll take the room.""Excuse me." I scoffed, glaring at him darkly. "I'm not sharing a room with you. How many times do I have to say that?""From what I recall, you've already done that, so this time would make it the second time."I drew a breath, shooting the receptionist a cold glare signifying her to take her eyes off of me and get back to work. I turned around, heading for the door. Dante blocks my path. I glared at him, wanting to throw a heart felt punch at his fac
Morgan's POVDante drove to the hotel while I laid down silently in the back seat of the car. The warmth was what I really needed and even though I would never say it out loud, I was glad that he had come to find me. We got to the hotel, the receptionist still there at the desk watching us as we both went inside. Inside, I walked straight to the bathroom, getting out of my wet cloths and took a steaming bath. By the time I was out, Dante had ordered dinner. "I don't know what you would want to eat, so I got chicken and coke."Without giving him a reply, I sat down on one of the couches, and began to eat. The chicken sure was tasty and I cleared out the box before I knew what I had done."Morgan...""I'm not in my best mood Dante. Leave me alone." I had barely finished the sentence when I sneezed. Wow! First off, humiliation thanks to Dante, second humiliation thanks to no card, no phone, now I've caught a cold."I'll get you medications." He got up from the couch he was sitting on
Morgan's POV:Nora's chewed on her lower lip, her hands trembling as she showed me a video that was playing on her iPad. I snatched the iPad, wondering what it was that had her so worked up. My heart raced as I saw the screen. My blood turned to ice in my veins as I watched the video.The noise around me got intense. Telephones ringing, voices overlapping each other, apologies being made. Everything got so intense."Oh my...." My breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened with shock as rje video began to roll."Is the CEO of Rosewood Enterprises really as she claims to be?!" The glaring headline read. Video clips of me was being displayed on the screen, loud subtitles and frantic music playing over the video. "All eyes have been on the very young and apparently talented CEO of the famous Rosewood Enterprises — Morgan Rosewood. Jailed as the youngest female CEO of our country, she has been making waves in the business world. But as we have seen of late, Morgan appears to be a total f
Morgan's POV:"Morgan!" Sabrina shouted as she burst into my office,her voice full of urgency. "What is going on?!"I looked up from my phone. "What exactly are you talking about?"She slammed her hands down on my desk, her yee burning into mine. "It's all over the Internet."I rubbed my temples. "Please don't ask me if I have cancer, it won't be very funny hearing that come from you.""I wasn't going to ask you that. We have to go, now.""Go where?""An emergency board meeting has been called."I blinked. Oh, that didn't take them very long ago all. I bet they're all dying to eat this up. "Very well." I got to my feet. "Let's go."***The moment I stepped into the conference hall, I could feel the heavy cloud of tension in the air. The hushed conversations that had been floating around came to a stand still and all eyes turned to me. "Good day everyone." I said, taking my time to observe all their faces. Safe to say, they did not look pleased at all. "Miss Rosewood," Liam, the old
Morgan's pov:"What did you just do?" Sabrina asked, her tone carrying a distinct chill that I recognized. She sounded like my father, when he was very pissed. I shoved down my inhibitions and maintained a glower. "I asked you a question first." Sabrina turned to Nora who was looking at us with a bewildered expression. "Could you excuse us, please?" Sabrina said in a tone that dripped sweet saccharine. Nora looked at me. I gave her an encouraging nod, signaling that it was okay for her to leave. She turned and walked out, the door closing behind her. I faced Sabrina again."Well?" She asked, her head cocked to the side. "What was that just now, Morgan?""Sabrina, now isn't the time to play word games. I asked you, what are you hiding from me?!""Hiding?" She scoffed a bitter laugh. "You know, Morgan, I've been really cool about all of this. You know that , right?"I narrowed my eyes at her. "That wasn't an answer, Sabrina. And you know it.""Hiding anything from you? Why would I ha
Morgan's POVWhen people give speeches about miracles and testimonies that sound absurd, I admire it even though I sometimes find it difficult to believe until now. Staring at my phone which I later found, all I could hear was the silence that had replayed the continuous thudding of my heart. How could a gun pointed at me turn to a confetti popper? "See?" Dante asked after I had stood gazing at my phone for a long time. But I was too deep into reading the news and by the second appearing articles that kept popping up. The tables had drastically been turned in my favour. Instead if getting bashed, I had began to be praised. People all over the net had begun praising and defending me for what I had done and my father was being bashed instead for throwing me out.Some even used their own experiences as an article stating what they had felt when their had divorced their spouse, hailing me for having the courage to do what I did. The picture that Nova had used to try and ruin me was now
Morgan's POV:It felt like someone was shining an extremely bright light directly on my eyes. I shut my eyes tighter trying to get the person to leave me alone but the light still shone brightly blinding me even with my eyes closed. I opened my eyes about to yell at my dad as he was the person who always used such methods to wake me, only to find myself facing the window and the bright light was from the riding sun shining in my face.Recalling where I was, I groaned loudly and got up from the couch. I tried to ignore the pains all over my body. I looked to the door noticing that I hadn't locked it before crashing on the couch and crying my eyes out before falling fast asleep. What if someone had walked in while I was asleep?7:45 a.m.The couch creaked as I stood up, picking up my phone. It pinged with a message as I was about to drop it. I swore that I saw Rosewood in the flash news but I was done with enough news about my father instead, I walked to the door, locked it and headed
Morgan's POV;Cammy. That woman. And my father. This hurt. More than when my father accused me wrongly and disowned me. This hurt more than anything he's done to me so far. He stood by and watched. And he raised a hand against me. Never had he ever done that."Morgan," Dante called behind me. I rushed out of the house and into the courtyard. His footsteps hurried behind me. "Morgan, please."I didn't want to face him. At all."Morgan!" Sabrina screamed. She grabbed my arm and forcefully turned me to face her. She was out of breath, her hair stuck to her forehead. "I kept calling you!" . I drew my hand from her hold and glared at her. "What? What do you have to say to me?!""You need to understand—" She started. "Get the fuck away from me." I spat at her. "What do you want me to understand?! This was all your grand plan wasn't it?!""I..." She started to say and paused. "It wasn't. I can assure you ""No! It all makes sense now! you walk into my life and few months later, you're ma
Morgan's POV:This is a most awkward situation. "How is the conference going?" I asked, a small smile on my lips. Winston's laugh filled my ear and made me belly flutter."Darling, I only just landed."My cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said with a nervous laugh. I turned to the living room where the kids were engrossed in the cartoon show on the TV. My eyes met with Dante's and I quickly turned away. "It's all good here.""I'm sure it is," He said "I'll call you later, okay?""Sure." I replied and ended the call. Just as I put my phone in my pocket, it began to ring again. I took it out.My father.My heart stopped beating for three seconds then began to race. He's calling me. After I had tried so long to reach him. He's calling me now.I picked up the call and pressed the phone to my ear with both hands. "Hello?""Return them or I will have you arrested." He said. Not even a "how are you doing?" Nothing. "There not some kind of commodity to be returned,"I said to him. Dant
Morgan's POV"Pasta from scratch?" Dante asked with a laugh. "They've always wanted to make pasta from scratch so this is the perfect time." He smiled with a nod. "Since they like it." "Yeah." I whispered turning to live just as he did, making us bump into each other. "Sorry." We both say moving in the same direction again and bumping into each other, his hands stopping me from falling. When he pulled me up, our faces were barely an inch away from each other. His scent hit me hard — green apples and fresh laundry — and with it came the barrel of emotions and memories. This morning. Imagining his arms around me. His voice in my ear, his lips on my skin. Last night. As I sat in Winston's lap, and thought of him. I remember the day I picked out this specific cologne for him. Our first anniversary of marriage. I had no idea how continued to wear it. How many years has it been?My heart raced so hard. I became aware of him, and only him. The warmth of his hand on my waist, his body s
Morgan's POV:I found it difficult to breathe as I stared at Dante and my kids walking hand in hand towards the house. Miranda skipped around happily, her free hand holding a juice box which she drank from. Coke was asking Dante something, and he replied with a smile. I stumbled back from the window, my eyes turned to the door.A few minutes later, the doorbell rang out, making me jump. I stared at the door, and my heart thumped erratically in my chest. What do I do now? How...how did Dante get his hands on my kids? How was he able to bypass the surveillance my father had on them?Should I let him in? Or should I take my kids and slam the door in his face. The doorbell rang again. I could hear Miranda's excited squeal. "Is mommy here?" She asked."Yes dear, your mommy is here." The doorbell rang again. I gasped at the shrill sound. This is wrong, right? He shouldn't be here. This is Winston's house. Why would he....Did he know that Winston wasn't here?My phone began to ring. I to
Morgan's POVI became aware of drifting in and out of consciousness.Strong arms wrapped around my back, and I felt warm breath on my nape. A soft kiss, fingers rubbing circles into my stomach from behind. The warmth of another body.Dante.Sunlight streamed in through the open windows, I heard birds chirping outside.Dante is with me right now . He's holding me tightly, and in his arms I have no fear.I leaned into him, a small smile on my lips. He kissed up my neck, and my body shivered."You're awake." He said.And that image of a peaceful morning I had in my head shattered.I realized it wasn't morning yet, and the sun wasn't shining through that windows. It was dark outside. And the arms around me, the body behind me didn't belong to Dante. I turned and faced Winston. He smiled at me, his eyes a tad tired. "Good morning." He said.I frowned. What the hell? How did I think it was Dante? Why am I still thinking of Dante? Worse still, while I was in Winston's arms?I sat up in a h
Morgan's POVHe smiled at me, and that smile had me feeling things. "Is anything the problem?""No, not at all! W-why would anything be wrong?"He brought his hand up to his face and touched his cheek. I couldn't help but notice his hands. I hadn't paid much attention before, but now it was like all my senses were heightened. His hands were really beautiful. He had long and slender fingers, and his hand was much larger than mine by comparison. I wonder how his hands will feel all over my skin and...Morgan! Come on!I grabbed the glass of water, and it was empty. "You're flushed," He said. "Is everything okay?"Ha! He has no idea the direction of my thoughts right now. "I think I'm having an aftermath from my previous cold.""An aftermath?" "I think I have a fever." He got up and walked over to my side. My eyes widened."W-what are you doing?"He bent down and touched my forehead. Sparks exploded from where his hand rested on my forehead. I looked up at him, and my heavens my mouth
Morgan's POV: "It's lovely." I gushed staring at the magical chandeliers wavering directly above giving the room an additive red tint amongst the other gold chandeliers. Our seat was at the window directly facing the entrance of the VIP suite that held ten tables of two. Specially for the best of the best. Winston pilled out a seat for me while sitting on the other one. The waitress's after taking our order, left to fetch it while I kept looking around in awe and surprise. "This is beautiful." I said for the umpteenth time. Winston smiled just as the waitress returned with our order before moving to another table to take theirs. It seemed like she was the one in charge of this suite. I took a bite of my food and nearly moaned. It was so delicious, flavours I hadn't expected burst on my tongue. "Wow, this is so good.""It's one of my favorite places to eat," Winston said. The waitress returned with a bottle of wine and served us some."Cheers," Winston raised his glass to mine. "F