Morgan's POVA Saturday. Finally.If only I could scream and mean that. But no! I had work as usual, and I had to finish up more and more work that had been piling on my desk, day in day out. I couldn't complain because, hell! That was the Rosewood oil mill.I got down from the bed yawning, washed up and went to have breakfast. I knew I had to get to work early, to at least get a lot done before lunch, but unluckily for me, I woke up just a little bit late, even when I knew that investors were all lined up, wanting to invest in different segments of the enterprise.Some wanted to invest in the food segment, others shoes, clothing, jewelery, but the biggest we had been expecting, was our potential investor of the year that wanted to invest in our jewelry segment. My favourite!"You overslept." Miranda said as soon as I got to the dinning room. "What am amazing good morning Miranda. Where have your manners gone?" I was surprised that that would be the first thing my four year old daugh
Morgan's POVThe moment I walked into the conference room, every cell in my body screamed at me to turn around and pretend like I hadn't seen the man seated at the edge of the table."Hello, Morgan" Dante said, rising to his feet. I would be lying if I said my heart didn't skip a beat. Both at seeing him and hearing him call my name. "What are you doing here?" I spat in anger, letting my irritation and obvious distaste for him be shown. "You're meeting an investor, Morgan" Dante said and shook his head. He chuckled like it was the funniest joke ever. "It doesn't take two brains to know that it's me."Goddammit!! After all this trouble of seeing him and Nova at the fundraiser and me believing that I would never see him again, he just walks into my enterprise as the anonymous investor Rosewood had been expecting.I didn't even bother sitting down to have another second of wasted time on him. I straightened myself, looking him dead in the eye, trying to hide the feelings of hurt, love,
Morgan's pov:"May I join you?" Winston asked, his eyes sparkling with a smile."Sure" I replied. He took the seat opposite mine and turned to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccine pasta and a side of chicken.""And I'll have the beef Wellington and some wine.""Wine?" Winston asked and chuckled. "I know it's the middle of the day but I need it." I said with a sigh. " You don't want to know why.""Okay that will be all?" The waitress asked, her gaze travelling between us both. "Yes thank you," I said. She walked away to get out orders ready."Actually, I do." Winston said, making me turn to him. "I want to know what happened."I thought back at the conference room, seeing Dante sitting there so smug and so proud. And anger flared up inside me."I met someone I didn't want to ever see again."Winston nodded solemnly. "That can be hard.""Tell me about it. And the audacity he had! Urgh! ""I'm so sorry you had to deal with such," He said, sincerity in his eyes. "It's not your faul
Morgan's POV:That guy?! That what Dante had to say to me?! Like he wasn't a million times worse!I unlocked my car, my anger threatening to burst at the seams. He thinks he can waltz into my life and hijack it again?! Make my world revolve around him because what, he's about to invest money?!What nonsense!I got into my car, taking care not to slam the door. I love my car more than Dante, and it would be a shame to hurt it because of him. He's not worth anything at all, he shouldn't even be worth my passing glance."Calm down Morgan," I whispered to myself. "Don't let him bother you. He chose Nova, he can fucking live with that."It's a beautiful Saturday. I should be relaxing, taking a breather after a very stressful week at work. Instead I'm sitting in my car, in the parking lot of a restaurant, fuming in anger.Fuck it.I took my phone out and dialed Vontrap. He picked on the second ring."Miss Morgan," He said curtly. In the background I could hear the excited voices of children
Morgan's POV:"Dad, you're being unreasonable." My father stared at me, an unamused look on his face. He leaned forward, his chin propped on his palms as he rested his elbows on my desk. "Why don't you sit down?" He said and gestured to the seat opposite him."I don't need to," I said with a sigh. "I know why you're here, and I won't do it.""Morgan my dear child," he got to his feet and walked over to me. "I understand how you feel, believe me I do.""Dad, I'm tired. And right now all I want to do is go back home and rest."The kids were probably in bed by now. The birthday party had long ended. I received an information from Nora that my father was still at work. According to him, he refused to leave until I arrived."You entrusted this company to me, don't you trust my choices?" I asked."I do, but this is beyond personal reasons.""Working with Dante Fontaine? Dad you know it's impossible. I can't do it. You of all people know why I didn't reveal my identity when I was getting m
Morgan's POV:"Morgan?" Dad called after me. I pretended not to hear him, making my way up the stairs to my room. "Darling please, say something."Say what? What does he want me to say? I walked up the stairs and got to my room. He followed behind me, keeping a safe distance between us as if he was afraid of what I would do. Well actually, it was nothing.I felt numb. I couldn't think about anything but getting to my room and crashing in bed. I locked the door to my room, made a beeline for my bathroom and took a cold shower.He's joking, right? And that girl, she's joking too, right? After my shower I dressed in a loose shirt an went to bed. Tomorrow morning I'll sort my thoughts out. As for now, I don't think so.******The atmosphere that hovered over the breakfast table was nothing short of tensed. I ate my breakfast of oats and fruits, occasionally helping the twins with their own food. Dad sat at the head of the table, watching me with cautious eyes. And that girl sat beside
Morgan's pov:"Is everything okay?" I blinked, distracting myself from my thoughts. For a moment I had forgotten I was with someone. I raised my head and looked at Winston. He has a worried look on his face. "I'm okay," I said and smiled. "I had to come in person, and I apologize for taking time out of your busy day.""It's a Sunday," Winston said with a kind smile. "And I'm always happy to help out a patient. It's my duty.""Right," I laughed. "It's a Sunday.""So," Winston said, his head tilted to the side. "What's the problem? Do you feel strange?""I have a headache ---" From all the thinking I've been doing, my heart hurts too but I can't tell him that. "---and I don't think I can accept the leave of absence.""You need to rest, Morgan. Give your body time to recover.""I know that, and maybe one day I'll go on a month long vacation but...it's not now. "I have an older sister. I don't know how things are going to change right now , and I can't take a break now. Everything will
Morgan's POV:I think Sabrina was sent from the pits of hell to frustrate my life and drive me to an early grave."You did what?!" My voice rang out. I'm sure everybody in the office building heard my scream. The culprit sat in front of me, swinging her chair back and forth, a calm smile on her lips."Morgan dear, there's no need for you to shout so much." She said, a hint of disapproval in her tone. "There's no need to shout?!" I felt like pulling my hair out of my scalp. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?! it's been two days Sabrina. Two days since you came here and all you've done is mess things up for me!""Mess things up?" She laughed like I had said the joke of the century. "I made a decision that was the way forward for this company. How is that messing things up?""A decision?! What's makes you think you can make decisions for this company?!""Morgan you're raising your voice. Lower your tone, we're still at the office." "You don't understand what you just did, Sa
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