“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
“Magdalena made our food; you didn't hear because she didn't cook here; she just brought the food.” Patrik sat at the table, indicating the chair next to him for me to sit on. “She is shy; she must have taken advantage of the fact that we were upstairs and brought everything here.”“I didn't see footprints outside that indicated that.” I whispered, still intrigued, looking at the food.“You don't need to be afraid to eat; Magdalena is mysterious, but she is an excellent cook.” He shrugged, serving white sauce pasta on my plate, including a bit of stew in the corner, and splitting the bread in half, which he placed with the other food. “Eat, you'll see!”“How can you trust a ghost?” I leaned forward, grabbing his arm; he glanced at the spot and smiled. I quickly pulled my hand away, noticing the careless touch.“So you believe in ghosts?” Patrik arched his eyebrows, crossing his arms playfully.“Yes... No, look, maybe... We know so little about life after death, right?” I shrugged, not
I felt my skin flushed, as hot as the tea we were drinking. I nodded, unable to articulate words, paralyzed by his touch. A fierce battle raged between my body, which longed to grab the beautiful and sensual CEO in front of me, and my rational mind, which screamed to flee the room before we succumbed to his charms.“Mrs. Elisabeth, the way you look at me is tempting...” He smiled, running his hands through his hair to adjust his posture. “Try not to burn yourself again; I don't want you to lose your tongue; you could lose the ability to do amazing things with it!”I widened my eyes at his insinuation, ready to argue, when Patrik raised his hand, indicating that I should keep silent.“Did you do the evaluation I requested?” He leaned on the edge of the table, crossing his arms, slightly out of breath. My eyes drifted down his body, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Hey, young lady? My eyes are up here!”Mr. Morgan pointed with his finger from bottom to top, guiding my head. I rolled my
POV: GREG“Are you sure you need to leave? You could stay with us, you're the best grumpy security guard,” said Elisabeth, her eyes sparkling with happiness.Seeing Elisabeth like this was a relief. Since Patrick's departure, she had buried herself in work, trying to avoid the pain of loss. The impact had been devastating. It wasn’t fair how the CEO told her about his illness, and even less how he left, leaving a void that was hard to fill.Everything changed the day my phone rang. Patrick Morgan had defied death. Against all odds, he had achieved remission, and his prognosis was surprisingly positive. He was getting better, almost miraculously. Excited, I rushed to get him and bring him back into our lives. I had sworn I lost my best friend and brother, and I felt aimless if it wasn’t for the constant presence of his apprentice, who kept me sane and focused.When I saw Patrick coming down from the jet, emotion overwhelmed me. I ran to him and hugged him tightly. “Patrick, you idiot!”
The pain of your absence was constant. In the garden of the house, lying in the hammock, the book rested on my lap. A lot has changed since your letter ten months ago. I took over the publishing house with praise, and we prospered increasingly. The merger with Forbs was a success, and soon Celdric became one of the active CEOs in decision-making.Greg was my right-hand man, responsible for legal matters, security, and investigations. I couldn't believe it. Whenever I came home, I had the feeling that he would be there, waiting for me, with a glass of wine, half-naked, and his mischievous smile on his lips.“You are missed, Patrick.” I whispered, closing my eyes as the breeze caressed my face. I hadn't been able to read the book until that moment. It seemed that reading your last words would be a farewell I was never prepared to say.I hesitated for a while longer, then opened the book. In the dedication, my eyes filled with tears:“For Mrs. Eva, for having raised and loved the sweetes
I stared at the envelope, afraid to pick it up, fearing what was inside... Reluctantly, I opened it and found a hardcover book with our photo from our honeymoon, smiling happily in Cuba. In the image, Patrick was whispering something silly in my ear while hugging me from behind, making me blush and provoking a genuine smile. At the bottom of the envelope, there was a letter addressed to me, written in his elegant handwriting:“My sweet Elisabeth, if you received this letter, I'm afraid my time has come. You will probably hate me for how I chose to handle this, but I need you to know that I never wanted to hurt or upset you. In a cowardly and selfish way, I decided not to tell you my biggest secret. You had already suffered so many losses and so much pain that it didn't seem fair to put you through another turbulent time.”“What is Patrick talking about?” I bit my lip, growing nervous with every word, and continued reading.“I hid the truth about my joining the army. In reality, I disc
“Who else would take care of that arrogant and conceited CEO?” I looked at him, amused. “I already told you, Patrick Morgan is my idiot.”“Seems fair.” Greg laughed, and I joined him. Together, we walked to the designated chapel. It was a simple ceremony, just Patrick’s platoon and us.I entered the church, hearing the soft sound of the violin in the background. At the altar, Patrick Morgan stood out in the wedding setting with his imposing presence. He was tall and dark-haired, and he exuded charm and elegance in his tailored suit. The dark fabric enhanced his skin tone, and the white shirt contrasted with his complexion, creating a sophisticated and attractive look. His brown hair was impeccably styled, and his deep blue eyes seemed to pierce my soul, locking onto mine. His sculpted body showcased his good physical shape, confirming his sensual aura. He smiled seductively when he saw me, subtly biting his lips with mischief. I blushed instantly, reprimanding him with a frown, which
POV: ELISABETHMy body still throbbed with pain, echoing the overwhelming impact of what had happened. The relief of knowing Greg was alive, fighting to recover, barely dissipated the anguish consuming me. As I put on the black mourning clothes, my reflection in the mirror revealed a profound sadness, where the eyes of that little girl who had lost her parents so long ago resurfaced in my gaze. My only family, my entire world, and my best friend, mother, and confidante had left without me being there to comfort her in her most frightening moment. The guilt for not being by her side tore at my heart. The most important person in my life was taken from me, leaving an unbearable void, an overwhelming loneliness. Then I felt his warm hands on my hips and his gentle kiss on the top of my head, a gesture of comfort amidst the abyss of loss.“Are you okay?” Patrick looked at my reflection in the mirror with understanding. “I'm so sorry for your loss, Lis.”“So am I...” I bit my trembling lip
“It's okay, Lis; don't cry; everything will be fine.” I smiled gently at my apprentice, extending my hands for her to fasten the wristband. “Remember, I always come up with something in the end.”“What?” Elisabeth frowned before closing the wristband. Quickly, I pulled her behind me, and we all crouched as John, dragging himself, sat up injured with a gun in his hand, shooting five times at Pavel. He hit Pavel's leg, shoulder, arm, and neck.I pushed the wristbands off my hands, threw a knife to James to free himself and Robert, and went towards Pavel, who tried to raise the gun at me. I kicked his hands, pulled his body, and began landing several punches on his face.“You bastard, this is for torturing her for so long.” I punched harder, hearing the bones in his face crack and blood mixing on his face.“Is that all you got?” Andreev smiled with blood-stained teeth, diabolically. “You're too weak to protect her.”“This is just the beginning!” I smiled darkly when Lis came up behind me
“Damn it!” I threatened to rush in, but Robert held me back, shaking his head.“The gun is too close to her head; he'll kill her before you get close.” Robert kept me in place.“I can't stand here and watch him hurt her like this!” I clenched my fists, consumed by fury.“Major, your emotions are speaking. Think like a soldier. What would you do in this situation if we were at war?” John kept his tone low and calm. “He's just another enemy we need to take down.”I considered his words, looking back into the warehouse and thinking about what to do.“Robert, you and James go to the other side of the warehouse and start a shootout to draw his attention. Andreev won't want to kill Elisabeth so easily; he's a damned torturing psychopath.” My fists were clenched, and my hands squeezed tightly.“He'll want to take her out of here!” John observed, and I nodded. “And what will we do?”“Did you see where his car was parked?” I smiled, my eyes burning with determination. “We'll wait for him there
POV: PATRICKI left the room, wiping my face, while my legs wobbled slightly. Robert and James supported me, looking at me with concern.“Did you take your medication today? Eat anything?” John approached, examining me. “You're pale and cold.”“I'm fine!” I pushed them away, walking out. “Today isn't an easy day, as you might have noticed.”“We understand, Major, that's why we're here.” John stepped closer again. “But we need our commander to be well to proceed. We won't be able to save your fiancée if you're not well.”“John is right. I'll go to the kitchen to get a shake for you and fetch your medication.” James started to say when I punched the wall, shouting.“We don't have time for this! Elisabeth is in danger, and Heloise is extremely unbalanced. She killed her own son, what do you think she'll do to the woman she considers my lover?” I panted, breathless.“We know that, but if you're not well, how do you intend to save her?” Robert placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing firm
I ran, stopping to hide behind the enormous crates, desperately searching for something I could use as a weapon. I spotted an iron bar on the ground and pulled it, holding it tightly against my chest, ready to use it if necessary.“You know, my Light, I always wanted to play cat and mouse with you. It always excited me to see your need to fight for survival.” Pavel pushed some crates aside, looking for me and shooting at the spot afterward. “Can't you see we were made for each other? We are perfect together.”He laughed, moving to another part of the room. I walked slowly to the back, trying to hide even more, trembling nonstop.“When you left, it destroyed me. I realized where I was wrong—my light.” Kicking other crates and shooting, Pavel continued. “I wasn't giving you the necessary attention because of work; now I understand that. But it will be different; I bought a deserted island, and now it will be just you and me; no one else will interfere.”I covered my mouth, feeling the t