EVE'S POV
My heart hammered away in my chest.
Why was he suddenly asking that? Have I said something to give myself away?.
If he finds out the truth and cancelled the marriage... No! I couldn't let that happen. If he discovers my family's deceit, my parents would no longer cater for Sarah's treatment.
"Of course I am" I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Why would you ask that?".
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at me. It made me even more uneasy.
"You are the Caruso's' eldest son, right?" I asked, attempting to shift the attention from me to him.
He shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked on his feet.
“I am", he said and I nodded.
"Well then, it's all good, right?”
MORGAN POV
Knowing that I was going to marry a strange woman to fulfil my mother's wish. I sent someone to investigate the eldest daughter of the Lucianos.
I had needed to know about her so he could figure out how to encourage her to divorce him quickly. But now, I was wondering whether my source had gotten his information wrong.
When I appeared at the wedding, I was ready to meet a haughty woman who would turn hostile at the sight of our living arrangement.
Because according to my source, my intended bride would never settle for such a life. But now, the reality was turning out to be completely different.
She was not showing any animosity towards the situation. Did she really not mind being married to a poor man she wasn't even in love with? Was she so devoted to her family that she was willing to sacrifice her own desires to ensure they met their end of the agreement?.
Because if that was the case, I am afraid it would be so much harder to get her to divorce me.
But that couldn't happen. Whether this woman was who she said she was or not, i didn't care. As long as I'm concerned, I had fulfilled my mother's wish and married the eldest daughter of the Lucianos family. Now, all I needed to do was find a way to end the entire thing.
What besides passing off as a poor man could make a wealthy heiress divorce you?
"It's all good," I replied finally.
"It has been a long day, we should go to sleep.", i suggested.
"Yeah" she said, then her eyes slid past me to the bed in the room.
I held out one hand to her.
"Care to join me?"
She shook her head quickly.
"I'Il take the sofa."
"The bed is big enough for both of us," I pointed out.
"You're only my husband on paper, Morgan. Other than that, you're a stranger to me. I don't share a bed with strangers”,.
I took a step towards her.
“You don't?".
She swallowed hard as I stepped closer.
"I don't"
"I will not try to touch you, if that's what you're worried about" I assured her.
EVE'S POV
Does he really think I would agree to sleep in the same bed with him when we were in a fake marriage? Ah, or was this one of his plots to seduce me?
I had heard that he was a player, after all. And not long ago, he had offered to satisfy my sexual needs.
I cleared my throat and gestured to the sofa.
"I'm good with the sofa."
I actually wasn't. After the long day I had, I was hoping for a good night's rest.
But now, not only was I trapped in a room with a strange man, I also had to make do with a sofa.
None of that screamed 'good nights sleep'. Forget having a good rest, I would be lucky if I could get a few hours of shut-eye.
Morgan shook his head and took yet another step towards me. I wished he would stop doing that. It was getting harder to focus on important things, with him getting in my space.
The closer he got, the more attuned I became to the scent of his soap, the slight dampness of his hair, the curve of his upper lip..
I shook my head mentally. Those were not the kind of thoughts I was supposed to be having if I was determined to keep everything platonic.
"No, I can't have that”, he told me.
"If you won't come to bed with me, I'Il take the sofa."
Would he really do that?
"No, you don't have to. It's your bed, after all:"
"Our bed' he corrected.
"And, fake or not, you're my wife, and I won't let you sleep on the sofa."
I looked at him, met his gaze for a second, and then looked away. So, even after saying we would only pretend to be a couple in public, was he now going to treat me like his wife indoors?
"Thanks, then, if you're sure" I told him.
"But" he said, reaching forward to lean one of his hands on the counter next to me.
"Do we really have to resort to that?"
I swallowed hard, my throat going dry at his sudden closeness. His arm brushed against my side and I stepped to the side, attempting to create more space between us.
"What?",
"We are both adults" he said, his eyes running up and down my body openly.
Was he checking me out? What exactly was he trying to do?.
I tried to maintain my composure, but it was hard when his dark eyes rose to mine. They penetrated mine, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. It wasn't my fault that he was good looking.
MORGAN'S POV
The closer I got to her, the stronger the whiff I was getting of her soap, shampoo or whatever it was she had used in the bathroom.
Dammit..was it really possible to play house with this woman without crossing the lines I had intended to draw, even before I met her? I was loving her reactions to me a little too much.
As I got closer, she looked as if she wanted to bolt, but also as if she was trying hard to act like I wasn't affecting her.
Her chest was rising a little more rapidly, and her hands had closed into fists. Maybe while we were stuck in this situation, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.
Moving quickly, I stepped in front of her and placed my other hand on her other side, effectively caging her to the kitchen counter.
Her eyes widened instantly as her hands dropped to brace herself on the surface behind her.
"What..what are you doing?"
I leaned in, closing in on her, bringing my lips to her ear.
"Would you like us to be a real couple… behind closed doors?"
Her wide eyes fixated on me.
"I...I.."
"You're a beautiful woman" I whispered, making a point of keeping my voice as low as possible.
"I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you. And, of course, doing other things that a normal couple would”. I added.
EVE'S POV My face burned red at Morgan’s words and proximity. Why was he suddenly acting this way?.I had already made it clear that I wasn't going to share the bed with him, let alone sleep with him!He must be teasing me!.His lips was so close to my ear as he whispered."What do you think?"What did I think? I couldn't even think, for one. The only thing I knew was that I needed to get out of this situation…Quickly, I ducked under one of his arms and sprinted across the room to the bathroom. I didn't care of how I looked like running away. I would deal with the embarrassment the next day.Now, all I had to do was remain in the bathroom until he went to sleep then I could slip back into the room.Heaving a sigh, I walked to the mirror and took in my appearance. My face was a raw shade of red, and when I placed my fingers against it, i felt how hot it was. When was I going to stop having such a reaction to him?MORGAN'S POV When I woke up the next day, the first thing that regist
MORGAN'S POV When I got to my new in-laws house, I wasn't expecting to be welcomed by the sight of my wife being thrown out of the house.As she stumbled onto the porch, I reached forward quickly and caught her arms, steadying her. "What's going on?" I demanded, taking in her face. Her face was flushed, her lips pursed, while her eyes were teary and red."Nothing"' she muttered, turning her face away from me and freeing herself from my grip. "What are you doing here?", she inquired.I looked towards the open door, where.Eve’s sister had been standing a few seconds ago. Turning around, I spotted Henry who was carrying several shopping bags. "Henry, bring them into the house" I told him."Okay, boss" Henry agreed and walked past Eve and i into the house."What is that?" Eve asked as she looked closely at the bags Henry was carrying."Gifts for my new in-laws," I answered, and then reached for her hand. "Come on, let's go inside!"EVE'S POV I was a bit hesitant to take his hand, b
EVE'S POVI was taking in the spectacle unfolding before me, when Morgan took my hand and led me towards the front door. Of all the ways I had expected Morgan's visit to go, this was definitely not one of them. I could still hear my mother and sister's grumbling as the door closed behind us.Morgan kept his hold on my hand all the way to the front of the house. When he let go, he came to a stop and regarded me. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to your parents' house?"I looked towards the door, half-expecting my mother to appear with more flattering words for Morgan. While I did, I jogged my brain for an excuse to give Morgan. It wasn't as if I could tell him that I came to collect the money that my parents had promised me, on the account that I married him…"Eve?" Morgan's voice urged.Looking away from the door, I faced him."I'm sorry about that. When I left the house, I got a call from my father asking me to come by immediately. I didn't have time to tell you."I remember
EVE'S POV After settling in my new home, I had one more thing to do, finding a job. The sooner, the better. I was no longer getting any money from my parents, and Morgan’s financial situation wasn't the best. So the sooner i got a job, the better it would be for all of us. Once I find a job, maybe I could look for a new apartment to rent. Although, the house we were living in wasn't exactly the worst, it was practical at best. Living with Morgan in the same room when we were only pretending to be a couple had its own share of challenges I wished to fix soon.With a good job, I could be able to afford to rent a good apartment where we could each, have our own rooms. Also, once I find a job, I would have fewer things to worry about and finally focus on finding ways to raise funds for Sandra's medical bill. I had high hopes of finding a job quickly. Just the other day, I had received a call for an interview from Edwards Group, a famous design company that was renowned in the fashion
ELLA'S POV "Yeah, please do tell us" the man sitting next to me encouraged.I crossed my arms across my chest and pursed my lips before speaking up."l just don't have a good feeling about her, that's all""That cannot be a good reason to not hire her" Someone pointed out. "It sounds as if you have a personal grudge against her. You need to give a good reason why you don't recommend her for the position""I do not have a personal grudge against her," I claimed firmly. "But yes, I know her from school. We were classmates. That's why I know she might not be the kind of person we want in this company”."What kind of student was she?"."The kind that cheats on exams," I said. "Look, I didn't want to bring this up because l'm not sure it's relevant now. But who knows, maybe she hasn't changed at all. Back then, she copied a classmates design and won an award with it. The other student was disqualified. I have no idea how she managed to convince the professor that she was the original d
MORGAN'S POV Eve looked up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She eyed the pamphlet in my hands and shrugged. "Yeah."Then she looked away again and focused on her laptop. But I didn't miss her tone, and how her face fell at my question."And?" I urged."I didn't get the job.""Oh" I mumbled, frowning. "Can I take a look at your resume?""Sure"I took her document and sat back on the sofa.The more I scrutinised the document, the deeper my frown grew. From what I was seeing, it didn't make sense that she wouldn't pass an interview at the Edwards Group.According to her resume, she was a top student at her college and even won a scholarship after winning a design contest. That aside, she had recently won a design championship. Both were enough proof that she was a brilliant upcoming designer."Why were you rejected ?", I asked after looking through her resume."Probably because I didn't pass the exam," She replied. EVE'S POV But even as I said that, I doubted it. I
EVE’S POVI walked into the kitchen to the sight of Morgan, standing over an overturned recycling bin, with several shattered beer bottles at his feet. He had a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, still as he looked at the mess he had made.When I appeared, he looked from the mess to me and then back again. "l, uh..." he began, then went to rub the back of his neck, but realised that was impossible with the dustpan in his hand, so he dropped his hand and shrugged.I was relieved that he didn't seem to have hurt himself. But I couldn't help but be amused at how he looked standing there looking at the mess he had made, as if not sure how it had happened.He cleared his throat and looked at me. "I was sweeping and then. I hit the bin."Yeah, I had guessed as much. Stepping forward, I reached for his broom. "Let me clean it up.""No" he said, stepping back. "Careful" he added, looking down at the shattered glass. "Don't step on them".I stepped back from the fallen bin.“Ar
EVE'S POV When I got to the Edwards Group building, I headed up to the floor I had been on the previous day. However, when I emerged at the waiting room leading to the room, I had been interviewed in, a well-dressed lady approached me."Are you Eve Luciano?" she asked politely."Yes, that's me," I replied."Welcome to Edwards Group, Ms Eve. I'm Liliana, the vice president's assistant. Please come with me, the vice president is awaiting you."I blinked. "The vice president?""Yes. I'll show you the way."I went with the lady, surprised at the turn of events. I had expected to be led to an interview room. Why does the vice president want to see me?As we went, I noticed that many people stared at me. Do they know me?.The previous day, nobody had really paid me any attention. But then I thought of the apology email from the company. Maybe this people here knows about what had happened to my interview.Linda came to a stop in front of a door and pushed it open. Stepping aside, she ges