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
POV: ELISABETHPatrick had a light-hearted way of approaching life, but his gaze revealed a subtle pain. Surprisingly kind, his presence made me feel calmer and ready to rest, knowing we had a long meeting ahead the next morning.The alarm went off, and I got ready carefully, choosing an elegant and subtly sensual business dress with a classic cut like a sheath, and a discreet neckline that enhanced my collarbone. With lace details and strategic transparencies, the dress added a touch of sensuality without being excessive. The short sleeves were perfect for the heat of Cuba, and the knee-length or slightly above-length gave it a sophisticated look. I decided on a neutral color, basic black, and red lipstick to add color and life to my fair skin.Opening the door, I found Patrick standing there, buttoning the cuff of his dress shirt, looking so elegant and charming. The blue tones of his blazer further enhanced his dark blue eyes, which sparkled when he saw me open the door.“Good morn
“I completely agree. What's your suggestion?” Patrick raised an eyebrow as he seemed to find the suggestion I had made on the paper. “CineArts Press is an excellent choice. You really think of every detail, and that's something I admire about you.”A sudden warmth rose to my cheeks at the compliment, and I cleared my throat before continuing:“It's a new production company, composed of just a few members who hire amateur authors for their productions. Most of the content is edited by the co-founder and programmer, Alexander, along with partners Pablo, responsible for the commercial aspect, and María, in charge of financial management.” I paused, allowing Patrick to absorb the information before continuing. “Although they've been operating for less than two years, they've shown quality in their productions, especially in romantic shorts for social media, and have kept their finances balanced.”“No wonder; I trust your ability to discover talent.”Patrick looked at me with a hint of smug
Mr. Morgan stood up, adjusted his suit, and handed out papers to each of us, with a handwritten new clause. I frowned, curious, as I received my copy. Upon reading the item, my reaction was the same as everyone else's shock.“Are you serious?” Maria asked him. “You really want to give us 85% decision-making power without Press interference? With such a high investment and the possibility of contract termination without penalty, extending for 6 months?”“Mr. Morgan...” I called, whispering in his ear. “This is a very risky proposal. We barely know you or the quality of your work.”“I trust your research and my sources!” Patrick smiled as he returned to the group. “Don't underestimate the remaining 15%. Financial approval is necessary, and every decision will undergo a prior cost analysis. However, every decision you make will be validated.”“But why? Why would you trust us like this?” Alexander crossed his arms, perplexed.“I believe in the potential of your production company. That's
“First of all, I have a river pilot's license and consider myself as competent as many captains out there, maybe even the most confident of them,” Patrick said, pulling up the formal dress and exposing more cleavage by unzipping it with his mouth, running his tongue up before looking back at me. “How can I kill us in the middle of nowhere?”“You could crash the yacht into a big wave,” I moaned as he rubbed his body against mine.“There's no forecast for storms; I checked... Trust me, put your fears aside. Today it will just be you and me.” His voice seductive, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss and skillfully pulled down the zipper of my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. Biting his lip, Patrick stopped to admire my body. “You're simply wonderful, Elisabeth, so beautiful.”“Mr. Morgan, someone could see us,” I murmured as his lips grazed the thin fabric of my pants.“Ready to sail to the middle of paradise?” With a mischievous look, Patrick bit the strap of my pants, pulling it
“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?”A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward.“Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way.“I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me.“Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.I furrowed my brow curiously, watching him bring out the whipped cream and champagne.“Patrick...” I began, but a sudden, demanding kiss silenced me immediately.Patrick's hands roamed over my body, caressing my skin with gentle pressure at certain points. My intimate parts lit up with just the slightest touch of his fingers, which threatened to reach my sensitive spot, teasing me, before moving up to squeeze my nipples.I moaned into the kiss, and as h
We moved through the calm sea, completely surrendering to each other. Every touch led us to intimate and pleasurable moments. My body was exhausted and satiated by the intense sex and multiple orgasms. I felt like I could split in half from so much pleasure.On my knees on the bench, with my back to him, I felt Patrick passing ice over my neck, letting the cold liquid trickle down my back to my buttocks, where he bit eagerly. I let out a moan of ecstasy from the new sensation. Every moment with him was unique, and when his warm lips met my chilled skin, my body quivered with pleasure.When he plunged into me, I gasped and threw my head back, seeking his mouth for a deep kiss. Patrick increased the pace of his thrusts, and I moaned loudly as he squeezed my breasts with desire. His thrusts became more rhythmic and intense, and I braced my arms on the bench, pushing my hips back and grinding against his wet, pleasurable length.“Lis, you're driving me crazy!”Patrick growled, breathless.