“I piqued your curiosity, didn't I?” He smiled broadly, approaching and placing his hands on the sides of the armchair, trapping me. I lifted my chin, maintaining our gaze. “The brothers never got along; I blame the upbringing... Elijah was diagnosed with schizophrenia, just like his mother. To make matters worse, a mass is growing in his brain. Despite the grim situation, he remains lucid in his decision-making at Forbs News Times. However, Celdric doesn't want to wait for his brother to go mad and has been fighting for power!”“But Mr. Morgan, wouldn't it be more coherent to let someone lucid lead the publishing house?” I swallowed hard as Patrik brought his lips close to mine.“Indeed it would. However, Celdric seems like a lucid man, but his ambition will ruin the industry in less than a year. That's why Mr. Forbs has been fighting against his brother and battling the disease!” Brushing his lips against mine, Patrik teased; his skin was very warm.“Do you feel okay?” I whispered,
We got into the car, maintaining a tense silence, wary of provoking any unexpected reaction from the CEO, whose demeanor had changed drastically. As I noticed we were driving away from the city, my expression became puzzled. I remembered Mr. Patrik's penthouse apartment, a strategic location close to the publisher, avoiding possible delays in getting to the office.“Where are we going?” I asked curiously, biting my lip as I turned to him, who kept his eyes closed in a relaxed manner.“To my house,” he replied evasively, smiling.“Mr. Patrik, isn't your house just a few minutes from the publisher?” I queried, raising an eyebrow as I analyzed him.“Always so suspicious?” He smiled, opening one eye to look at me. “Or are you afraid of me?”“Lately, Mr. Morgan, you've given me good reasons to fear you…” I spoke harshly, measuring him. “Is this a kidnapping?”I was surprised by the burst of laughter that echoed from his chest, his eyes watery with amusement.“Kidnapping? That sounds sexy,
“I'm going to demand additional compensation from the company for this!" I crossed my arms, expressing my impatience. “And Mr. Morgan... "I nervously bit my lips harder, encouraging him to focus his attention on my mouth. As he approached, Patrik undid the bite with his fingers, gently caressing my lower lips.“Miss?" He whispered, being closer than I would prefer.“I won't give in to advances; I won't sleep with you!" I finally declared, watching a playful gleam cross his enigmatic eyes.“No problem, Ms. Elisabeth." Patrik smiled seductively.I sighed as he stood up, quickly finishing his wine. I felt like I had set boundaries when Patrik turned to me with enthusiasm.“What I have in mind for you will need you to be wide awake!" He teased, climbing the stairs to the second floor of the cottage.I shivered, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. How would our absence affect the company? What was his plan?Surveying the surroundings, I spotted my company's belongings on an
I walked nervously back and forth in the room, perplexed by my boss's absurd behavior. I needed to get out of that elegant yet sinister cabin, where the charming and handsome kidnapper who teased me had subtly trapped me!“Damn, how can I still desire my boss, the lunatic?” I bit the robe I had put on over the nightgown.Determined not to give in, I decided to play his game, but by my rules. I would wear the nightgown and robe, and Patrik couldn't force me to be unprotected. Or could he? I shuddered at the thought, pushing it to the back of my mind, despite my body's excited discontent.I walked down the stairs slowly, finding him relaxed on the sofa, holding a glass of wine while watching the fireplace. His features stood out against the soft glow of the fire.Upon noticing my presence, he turned with his lips touching the glass, displaying a playful smile.“Is it the latest winter fashion?” He teased mockingly.“Mr. Morgan, as I've mentioned before, nightgowns are not appropriate in
His challenging gaze exerted an irresistible dominion over me. A moan escaped my lips as his own lips took me once more, more voraciously this time, pulling me to sit without breaking the intensity of the moment. With enviable skill, he removed my robe, leaving only the blue nightgown adorning my body. Patrik leaned back slightly, running his eyes over me with a daring smile.“You look incredibly stunning,” Patrik declared, a proud gleam shining in his eyes. He threatened to resume the kisses, hovering inches from my lips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, but the kiss did not materialize. As I opened my eyes, I was met with his smile, and he backed away.“Write!” he ordered, presumptuously, getting up to hand me a notebook, leaving me confused. “I...” I glanced at my posture angrily for falling into his provocations, quickly straightening up on the couch and grabbing the robe, which he snatched from my hands and threw into the fireplace. “Are you out of your mind?”“I said write!” Hi
“What am I feeling?” I widened my eyes, surprised by the intensity of the sensation running through my body.With a teasing smile, Patrik slid his hands between my legs, applying pressure calculatedly and exploring sensitive spots without directly touching my intimacy. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he moistened his attractive lips, giving me a provocative massage on my thigh, dangerously close to my center.“Yes, this heat you're feeling... I can tell you're wet without even touching where you desire.” He murmured, intensifying the proximity and challenging me to succumb to the stimuli. I contained a moan as I felt the pulsating desire.“I...” I tried to contain my response, but a moan threatened to escape between my lips. I tried to move his hands away, but Patrik seemed to be amused by my resistance. He withdrew his hands, placing them over mine and guiding them to the area of the massage.“Do you usually pleasure yourself?” He asked directly, with his eyes narrowed. “To give p
“Mr. Morgan!” I widened my eyes, embarrassed.“Mrs. Elisabeth...” He teased, whispering in my ear. “You look beautiful when you blush!”I pushed him off me, ready to get up, but Patrik was stronger and kept his embrace tight around my waist.“Let me go; I'll sleep in the living room, or we can switch rooms!” I declared, allowing nervousness to show in my voice.“Are you trying to escape me out of fear of what I do or out of fear of what you want?” He asked me seriously, carefully analyzing my expression.“I...” I bit my lip, wishing to say it was out of fear, but something inside me screamed it was fear of getting involved and getting hurt.“Not knowing the answer is already an answer, Mrs. Elisabeth.” Patrik smiled, passing his arms over my body and turning off the bedside lamp. He settled back in bed, bringing my head close to his chest and stroking my hair. “Let's rest; tomorrow you can scream and curse at me.”“I don't understand you.” I finally confessed.Laughing, Mr. Morgan sai
I nodded as I watched him walk away to take a call and then head upstairs, stopping at the top to gaze at me."My office is at the end of the hallway. Sort out what I requested and come up in half an hour to print the contract. I have a printer in the room," he spoke quickly, then disappeared.I stood for a moment, looking around. Was there really a basement in that cabin? I smiled at my naivety, knowing he was joking about that.I took the breakfast things to the kitchen, washing the dishes. Upon returning, I tidied up the living room and grabbed my notebook, which was still open on the book screen, exactly where I had stopped reading.“So, he didn't touch it.” I whispered, intrigued. Or he read it and returned to where he was. My more suspicious side whispered in my mind. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I grabbed the company computer, searching for the selected files and examining and filtering emails. I sent the main ones to Mr. Morgan, as I always did, and autonomou