POV: PATRICKAt Greg's insistence, I ended up giving in to the stupid idea of going to a new club, acknowledging the sincerity of his concerns.“Involving her like this will only hurt her even more. We've received more traces from your past... This woman went through hell at the hands of her ex, and he seems to be a complete psychopath!” my friend emphasized.These words echoed in my mind, fueling a growing anger in my chest. How could they do so much harm? Hell!We arrived at the club and headed to the VIP area, being greeted by the owner, a familiar face to Greg. His presence caught my attention, but it was my sweet and sensual secretary who captured my gaze. She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated the curves of her slender body, drawing the attention of several men, including mine. The neckline highlighted her beautiful and rounded breasts, which I had already had the pleasure of enjoying. Excitement was present; Lis stirred me in a unique way. Clearing my throat, my f
I took her lips in a deep kiss, exploring every corner, sucking her tongue, and nibbling on her lower lip. I slid two fingers inside her soaked entrance, pressing her most sensitive spot. Lis moaned between our mouths, contracting inwardly.“Answer me!” I ordered firmly, withdrawing my fingers and placing them in her mouth, making her suck. “Oh, miss...Show me how you free yourself; tell me what you want.Let me be yours.”I lowered the strap of her dress, exposing more of her nipples, and tracing my tongue from her lips to her neck and between her breasts. I teased around, leaving love bites along the way. Cupping her breasts with my hands, I took one nipple in my mouth, exploring it with the tip of my tongue, and then the other.“Mr. Morgan...”Lis moaned, writhing.I stepped back, pulling her up and removing the rest of her dress along with her pants. Lis held her breasts, trying to cover them with her arms, and crossed her legs with her head lowered shyly. I lifted her chin, brushin
I sighed, running my hands over my temples, and stopped behind the closed bathroom door, giving two soft knocks.“Miss Elisabeth, I don't intend to hurt you...Why don't you tell me what they did to you?” I murmured against the door. “And I'm naked in your room. Are you going to leave me here alone?” I joked, hearing a low laugh. Lis opened the door to face me.“Have you always been like this? I've known you for five years, and you don't seem like the same man I work with,” she said, wrapped in a towel and clutching the fabric. “I still don't trust you,” she confessed, and I nodded, caressing her face.“We'll work on that then.” I smiled, pulling her away. “We start with our agreements: no firings, no running away, and no other people in our lives!”“Mr. Morgan, I've already said... We're nothing, not even friends or boyfriends, just bosses and employees,” Lis shrugged, stepping away.“Let's be lovers; I like how that sounds.” I pulled her back, pressing her against the wall. “On the c
Trembling, I ran my hands through my hair.“Yes, I know… I'm sorry if I got carried away.” I smiled at the nurse, who nodded.“Nevertheless, I want the security footage to confirm that absolutely no one besides Mrs. Elisabeth was here to see Mrs. Eva!” Greg spoke ruthlessly, firm in his demand.“And who do you think you are to request such a thing?” The nurse glared at him.“I am the right hand of the owner of this nursing home. If you don't want to lose your job, you will do as I am ordering!” He smiled coldly and menacingly.“Yes, sir!” She replied reluctantly, followed by Greg.“My girl, please, run away!” My grandmother said, holding my hands.“I'm not going anywhere without you. Don't worry, we are safe.” I bit my cheek from the inside, not wanting to reveal the fear I felt inside, but I would protect her, just like my grandmother had done with me all my life.Finishing the visit, Greg returned briskly, with security guards he trusted spreading throughout the nursing home, which
I heard the flight attendant's footsteps approaching and pushed him back, feeling the blush on my cheeks as I crossed my legs. Patrick, without hesitation, sniffed the pants and laughed, and I, embarrassed, slapped his arm and grimaced to cover it up. He stored the garment in his pocket, amused by the situation.“Ladies and gentlemen, may I suggest an afternoon coffee?” another flight attendant, more composed than the previous one, interrupted.“Please, black coffee and accompaniments.” Patrick smiled boldly. “My apprentice needs to be fully energized for when we land!”I glared at him, while the flight attendant smiled mischievously at me, and red as a tomato, I asked, “Coffee with sweetener, please.” I looked away at the clouds, hoping she would move away before I could look back at him. “Mr. Morgan, could you be more discreet?”“Discreet about what?” He smiled relatedly. “About not wanting you to wear pants, or about wanting to see you naked again and be responsible for your orgasm
POV: PATRICKThe plane landed smoothly, leaving Lis in his thoughts. Years in the army had trained me to assess the whole, the unsaid. Her fear was not getting involved with me, but rather the weight of her past falling on me. I needed to find out more about the person who tormented her so much, who had caused her physical and emotional wounds, and eliminate this threat once and for all!But not today. My goal was clear. Rumors that my ex-wife was trying to destabilize my company had reached me. Important clients from Cuba seemed inclined to end their work with the publisher. I couldn't allow that. Moreover, there was an opportunity: a small film producer that, with the right investment and leadership, would be a great asset to my company.Besides, it would be interesting to see Elisabeth in a skimpy bikini with her beautiful curves exposed, a delight and refuge in the world of business. I sighed, smiling, and walked to the car. When I saw Lis, she passed by quietly with red, swollen
I knocked on Elisabeth's door, trying to open it, but, as usual, it was locked.“Mrs. Lis, are you still sleeping?” I asked softly. “We're going to dinner at a nearby restaurant; come with us.”“Is it work-related?” Lis's voice was heavy, almost palpable in her sadness.“No, it would just be nice to have your company with us!” I replied subtly.“Thank you, Mr. Morgan, but I've already ordered my dinner here in the room and it will be delivered shortly. I want to rest.” She replied curtly.I sighed, feeling uneasy about the situation, and decided to leave her be. I would take the opportunity to invite some contacts to join us. Furthermore, I went down the elevator, finding Greg flirting with a guest who was blushing and laughing, tapping his shoulder shyly. They became more serious when they saw me.“Am I interrupting?” I raised an eyebrow.“Always!” My friend smiled sharply.“I'll see you later, Greg...” The woman spoke seductively, dragging her voice. “Gentlemen, excuse me.”She walk
“If they're doing this to you, imagine us.” Diego furrowed his brow. “What do you intend to do?”“What I do best, Mr. Diego, is brought down my enemies!” He smiled, finishing his wine and rising. “Excuse me, I have another commitment, but first, let me remind you of something: I only enter partnerships where there is mutual trust. If you doubted my integrity because of a stranger, I'm afraid SoundStory Press may no longer be interested in your projects. Enjoy the dinner; it's on us.”“Mr. Morgan, please wait... There's no need to end a partnership of years,” Eduardo stood up, but Greg stood in his way.“You heard my Lord's decision; enjoy the dinner. Good night!” He said this, turning to accompany me with brisk steps. “Are you sure about this? Losing their production will have a big impact on us.”“Did you see how Diego led this dinner? All his moves were to gather information. He's probably become one of Heloise's many lovers.” I clenched my fists, irritated, pressing my temples. “Th