Patrik sighed, releasing me, and my body reacted to his distance. He seemed to struggle with his own thoughts, and I felt foolish being drawn into his seduction games.“Then allow me to resign, Mr. Morgan. It will be easier for both of us!” I clenched my fists, irritated, and turned my back, ready to leave.I opened the door, feeling the heat of his body behind me, something hard brushing against my butt. Patrik pushed the door forcefully, closing it and making me shiver. Grabbing my waist, he pulled me, pressing our bodies together.“I didn't give you permission to leave!” His voice was ruthless and authoritative. “Never turn your back on me again, apprentice.”“And if I do?” I turned to face those furious eyes. “I'm not your plaything, Mr. Morgan. I'm your employee, and I'm tired of you trying to dictate my life...”He didn't let me finish speaking, capturing my lips fiercely. Lifting my hands above my head with surprising ease, he raised one of my legs and slid his skilled fingers
I organized the office in time to regain composure, picking up the notebook from the floor and noticing a crack on the side.“It must be nice to have so much money that you don't care about damaging a material good,” I murmured with a resigned sigh.I opened the laptop screen to check for possible damage when an unusual email caught my attention with the subject: “TECHNICAL SPECIFICATION.” I furrowed my brow, curious to snoop around, but echoing footsteps in the hallway indicated Mr. Morgan's return. Furthermore, I headed to the chair in front of the desk, standing beside it as he passed by me without a glance, speaking over his shoulder.“We'll be returning earlier than expected, tomorrow already,” announced the CEO, assuming the erect and firm posture of an arrogant boss. “I'll be out in the afternoon; use this time to write. I'm looking forward to the next chapters, and I hope you apply what you learned today.”A daring smile played on Patrik's lips, teasing me and making me blush
Patrik's heartbeat seemed to quicken, his body radiating heat, creating an atmosphere charged with desire. With one hand, he squeezed my breasts, unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt, letting the fabric fall to the side. His nail played under the fabric of my bra as he continued reading.“His caresses on my groin made my body shiver, and his kisses on the sides were a tease I wasn't prepared for. The sensations were completely new to me, and my body was craving for more,” he described, whispering in my ear as he held my waist, his erection brushing against me.“Miss Lis, I appreciate how you apply yourself as an apprentice,” he murmured, his hands finding my breasts and gently squeezing them, sliding under the bra fabric. Tilting my head to the side, I made room for him to explore more of my neck, feeling him nibble on my ear while one of his hands delicately wrapped around my neck, lifting my chin.“Mrs. Elisabeth,” he whispered, lifting me and sitting me on his lap, our bodies touchi
“Mr. Morgan...” - I sighed in an uncontrollable plea - “I want more...”“It's hard to resist when you ask me like that, Miss Lis.” - Patrik captured my lips hungrily, his hand gripping my thigh firmly as he delved even deeper into my warm interior.Between moans interrupted by fiery kisses, I arched my hip in search of an even deeper fit, longing for the fullness of his presence. His bite on my neck was followed by the warmth of his lips on my breasts. His movements were controlled, staying firm and not fully penetrating me.With my arms wrapped around his neck, I caressed his hair, running my hands down his back as my teeth found the relief of his shoulder. I fixed my gaze on his, determined to satisfy my burning desire, which stirred and clamored for him without restraint.“I want more!” I let out my voice, choked by nervousness and the urgency of my needs. My mind cried out for his presence, ignoring the limits of professionalism, wishing only to be taken by him, and surrendering m
“There was no reason to suspect; Heloise had no idea that you came to the old mountain to find a shaman in search of your soul and healing,” Greg defended himself, releasing a sigh shortly after. “Speaking of which, have you made any progress with that?”“I know you're skeptical about this; believe me, I was too until a few years ago... I've been feeling better, more revitalized, and without pain, but as the shaman said, my fate is already sealed!” I put my hands in my pockets, leaning against the cold wood of the cabin.“I'm sorry, my friend!” He squeezed my shoulder in a comforting gesture, his eyes heavy with sadness.“Don't worry. And about the wanderer, what did you find out?”“Well, he said he was hired by a mysterious and elegant man with a heavy accent,” Greg explained. “He was supposed to keep an eye on Elisabeth. It seems the interest was solely in her. The man wanted to know why she was in the area, who the man accompanying her was, and if the guards were anyone from intell
POV: ELISABETHPatrick skillfully led me into the room, gently depositing me on the bed before positioning himself over me. With skill, he untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall with a deliberate gesture, while a broad smile adorned his face, illuminated only by the fireplace light.“You are exquisite, my dear,” he sighed, his lips finding my neck as his hands explored my body, tracing a path that ended at my waist. “I owe you a night of liberation.”“Mr. Morgan...” I murmured, nervously biting my lip, subdued by a shyness that the previous intoxication had disguised. “There's no need; we can just sleep. We have plans in the morning and...”My protests were interrupted when his warm tongue invaded my mouth without warning, making me gasp as I clutched the bedsheets, writhing under his voracious caresses. He teased me with his tongue around my thighs, finding my sensitive spot and eliciting shivers of pleasure. As he deepened the movements, I felt my inner walls contract with desi
I went up to get my notebook and the documents about lawyer Phill before we left to return to our city. During the journey, we discussed the company, the writers, and the evaluation of their scripts, highlighting the points we needed to improve in the stories. We also reviewed the steps of the movie production with our star writer, maintaining an animated conversation throughout the trip.In the late afternoon, we stopped in front of my building. As I got out, Patrick lowered the car window to get my attention.“Miss Elisabeth, behave well this weekend and rest a lot, as we will be traveling on Monday morning,” he said, smiling provocatively and signaling for Greg to drive away.“What did he mean by 'behave'?” I asked myself as his words echoed in my mind. The elevator was strangely working, and the lobby seemed to have undergone a renovation, with security guards at every point. “Did I enter the right building?”I looked around, surprised by the change. The receptionist greeted me wi
The place was simply stunning, with a subtle mist on the ground, colored lights dancing around, a bar on the sides, and comfortable couches arranged in the corners and center, around the dance floor. Lara pulled me by the arm to a hidden staircase on the side, where we climbed up and presented our bracelets to the security guards. They granted us space for a luxurious VIP area, and I was enveloped in an exclusive and glamorous atmosphere.The soft leather sofas, polished marble tables, and soft lighting created a truly sophisticated environment. Waiters circulated discreetly, offering an extensive list of premium drinks. From our elevated position, we had a privileged view of the dance floor below, where dancers moved with grace. This was a nightclub of indulgence and sophistication, where luxury and pleasure intertwined!Lara was ecstatic, getting drinks for us, until her new flirt appeared with a wide smile and kissed her, ignoring my existence.“Hey, this is my friend; remember I t
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