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
“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
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
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
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!”
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
I didn't recognize my actions; desire guided the moment. He smiled, lifting my leg and keeping it pressed against his hip. His hand slid up my thighs, reaching my wet pants. With his finger, he caressed the fabric, teasing, tracing the edge of the lace, and pressing against my groin. My intimacy throbbed, craving his direct touch, but, strangely, he pulled away, gripping my neck and pressing me against the wall.“Do you feel all of this? This excitement, this need for touch, teasing, and desire for more?!” Patrik leaned close to my lips, running the tip of his tongue along my upper lip. “This is what readers desire—to feel the touches, even if only in their imagination; they want their minds to make their bodies yearn and pulse with excitement!”Then he let me go, stepping back and leaving me stunned in place.“What?” I asked, confused.“Write about this and present me with a better chapter by tomorrow after work. You will be trained by me every day until I feel you have met my expect