“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
The training days with Greg were intense, especially when I managed to escape from the plastic handcuffs. He taught me self-defense techniques, like unlocking doors and freeing oneself from cloth and tape bindings, and he constantly reminded me:“You don’t need to be stronger than your enemy, just smarter and faster!”Greg repeated this while taking me to the floor of the mat several times, insisting that I get up and try again.“I’m starting to think you’re the one who wants to kill me.” I clenched my fists, bringing my broken nail to my mouth. “Dignity? We don’t have that anymore.”He laughed at my comment and replied, “Better a broken nail than a broken bone, don’t you think?” He extended his hand to help me up. “Does the chip in your skin bother you?”“No, I actually forgot it’s there.” I smiled awkwardly. “Are you sure it’s working perfectly?”“Yes, my team has been monitoring your every move and sending me detailed reports.” Greg nodded, indicating it was time for us to step back
POV: PATRICKMy phone kept ringing relentlessly until I entered the company, where Heloise and her brother, Celdric, were waiting for me in the meeting room. The new assistant, with wide, lost eyes, approached me.“Good morning, Mr. Morgan. I'm Melissa, your new assistant,” she said, stopping by my side and handing over various papers and folders. “I was instructed to give you these contracts for review.”I kept my gaze on the glass-walled meeting room; she followed my gaze, shivering nervously.“I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, I couldn't prevent them from entering; they were very. insistent!” Melissa fidgeted anxiously. “Do you want me to call security?”“Mrs. Melissa,” I said impartially, putting my hands in my pockets and staring at her, wishing my sweet yet daring Elisabeth was in her place. “Two people entered my company demanding m