“No, it won’t change anything!” I lifted her, throwing her over my shoulder. Lis let out a startled squeal in response. “Shh, if you wake your grandmother, I’ll spank that lovely butt of yours.”
“Patrick Morgan, put me down... You act like a caveman when you do this!” Struggling, she bit the back of her thighs, provoking a delightful moan from her.
“Oh, Lis... That sound is much better!” I teased, carrying her to my room and into the bathroom, where there was a large hot tub facing a floor-to-ceiling window, offering a beautiful view of the landscape.
I set her down gently. Elisabeth looked around, surprised, and amazed.
“Wow, you’re very rich!” She turned to me, embarrassed. “Sorry, did I say that out loud?”
“You did, but that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear from you, loud a
POV: ELISABETHI spread soap on my arms, keeping my eyes fixed on his. Patrick seemed strangely troubled by his past, which set off alarms in my mind.“Just a man with no direction in life...” he replied, lowering his gaze and taking the sponge from my hands, kissing the tips of my fingers. “Let me help you.”Turning around, Patrick pulled me between his legs. I leaned my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to feel his gentle touches caressing my skin, which shivered wherever his fingers passed, massaging.“We both try to hide our past.” I sighed with my eyes closed. “I understand you don't want to talk, but I hope you understand that I have fears about not knowing who you are completely... Loving you, giving myself entirely, and being so hurt that I can't piece myself back together.”“Lis, I would never hurt you; I would never raise a ha
POV: PATRICKI was mesmerized by Elisabeth, naked, and captivated by the TV rising from the floor. She was the most beautiful sight, so I pulled her onto the bed, dominating her from above. My heart pounded with a strange certainty, and an absurd idea came to mind.“Just marry me!” There was so much conviction in every word that I was surprised by the proposal myself.It made sense. We had only recently become involved, but I had always respected the professional boundary. That never lessened my interest and curiosity about this woman, who always intrigued me. Everything changed after that discovery. Since then, living behind masks no longer seemed fair!Elisabeth had the ideal profile I had been seeking. She was trustworthy, dedicated, loved what she did, and still nurtured a passion in her heart: to be a writer.There was no one better than her for this. I wanted her in my place,
POV: ELISABETHI lazily woke up, trying to regain my consciousness, reaching out to the side in search of him, but I was disappointed to realize that Patrick had already gotten up. I replayed the recent events in my mind: being in my boss's bed with a crazy ex-boyfriend, ready to destroy everything and everyone around me.Furthermore, I sighed, checking the time on the clock. I needed to pull myself together and get ready. I wasn't sure what to do, but I couldn't hide in his huge bed with its soft, expensive sheets forever. I did my personal hygiene, prepared perfectly for work, checked my grandmother's room, which was empty, and went downstairs in search of any sign of them.“Security?” I called to the man in a black suit standing at the entrance of the living room. He turned, eyeing me from head to toe, which made me uncomfortable. “Have you seen Mr. Morgan?”“Mr. Morgan left this m
I crossed my arms, staring at him, waiting for him to start the conversation.“You have ever been in a fight before?” Greg leaned against the side of the ring, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. I wrinkled my nose when he offered me one, but I just shook my head.“No, I always wanted to learn, but never got around to starting any training.” I kept my eyes narrowed at him. “Why do you ask?”“It's intriguing, considering your ex,” he exhaled, eyeing me coldly. “You'd think you'd at least seek out some self-defense.”“It's hard to learn anything when you're on the run.” I shrugged, uneasy.“But you enrolled in a writing course and finished your degree.” Greg looked at me suspiciously.“Even if I had learned self-defense, I've seen that monster take down trained men ef
“Greg is like a brother to me,” he replied, his eyes steady. “I don't want to put you in danger; I don't want you to suffer. That's why I'll prepare you to escape from his grasp. We'll implant a tracking chip under your skin so we can know your whereabouts. I'll train you in every way possible to get away. I know you're scared...”“I agree!” I raised my hand, cutting him off. “You're right, that monster will never stop hunting me. It's inevitable that he'll catch me at some point. I don't want Patrick or my grandma to get hurt because of this. Your conditions seem like the best option right now.”Greg sighed and sat beside me, nudging my shoulder.“You're a strong woman, Mrs. Elisabeth, with a kind heart,” he grinned wryly. “You make him happy; you should accept his proposal.”“You knew about this and agreed to this madness
POV: ELISABETH“Damn it!” I yelled as the tight handcuff squeezed harder on my wrists, hurting them. “Hell, how do you expect me to escape with this thing so tight?”“And do you think your ex-fiancé would leave it loose to make it easier for you?” Greg adjusted my hands, assessing. “Come on, apply the technique I taught you; twist your wrist to get free and escape.”“This hurts too much.” I whimpered, uncomfortable.“Mrs. Elisabeth, this pain is nothing compared to what he'll do to you and to Patrick if they catch you!” He stared at me sternly, then stepped back, standing in front of me. “Come on, you're not just trying to escape; you need to save those you love; free yourself.”“Easy for you to say.” I retorted nervously, squirming and gripping one hand with the other, trying to twist. But a
My heart raced as I walked towards CEO Patrik Morgan's office. My friend Mandy had inadvertently sent the file of my book to our boss, sparking his interest and putting me in a delicate situation. I feared that if it was discovered, we could lose our jobs, and there was a lot at stake.As an amateur writer playing the role of an executive secretary at Seattle's largest book publisher, this position represented a dream full of opportunities. However, I didn't feel ready to reveal the contents of my secret book. It was a different kind of romance, with an approach that intensely explored physical contact. The thought of my boss possibly reading that made me blush with every step.Standing in front of Patrik Morgan's door, I stopped, staring at the handle, trying to gather courage. The idea of grabbing my things and simply leaving, leaving everything behind, crossed my mind. However, as I bit my lip, I remembered the heavy bills from my writing course. A cold sweat ran down my forehead.
I glanced around quickly, aware that we were beyond the conventional boundaries of the office. The luxurious surroundings and soft lighting highlighted the tension of the moment even more. I sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation, but a part of me also recognized a flicker of challenge ignited within.“I...” I began, hesitant, but his intense eyes silenced any words that might escape. I continued reading, diving back into the intense narrative that, somehow, now merged with our reality in that office committed to secrets and desires.His eyes sparkled with daring as I took out my notebook and opened my book. My skin blushed with shyness, and I bit my lip, feeling my boss's perceptive eyes examine every little detail of my reactions.“Mika entered the nightclub, determined to bury the wounds caused by an ex who had hurt her deeply. Inside, she encountered a promising young man willing to guide her through overcoming pain and fears. Pleasure then became her refuge." My voice