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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy two
EVE'S POV I licked my lips nervously. I didn't need to uncover what lay behind his boxers to know that it was big. Way too big. The idea was to fit that into my..No. It would never."You look terrified"' he said. "l have to admit, that was not the reaction I was hoping for",I licked my lips again and lifted my eyes to his face. He gave me a small smile as he got on his hands on either side of my hips and leaned in. "Do you like what you see?" he asked, his voice a low timbre that sent shivers coursing down my spine.I couldn't find my voice. Was it too late to run away? If I had known I would end up in this position with him tonight, I would have prepared. At least mentally. But I wasn't sure of anything, I mean not even binging articles on what to expect the first tỉme. I could have prepared myself for this.His hand wrapped around my wrist gently. "You want to touch?",My hand trembled in his, but I didn't resist. He pullemy hand forward until my fingers brushed against the ha
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy three
EVE'S POV I felt like I was going to die if he didn't do anything to stop that ache building in my abdomen. His fingers felt good, but they were only increasing the ache. I felt empty, I mean I wanted him to fill me with...with that huge erection of his that i wasn't sure could even fit inside me. But it wasn't like I was going to tell him to just fuck me already. I wished I had the courage to. He had no problem telling me exactly what he thought. I wished I could be able to say the things he did without feeling embarrassed.He shifted, getting up from his position beside me. He covered my body with his, his knees parting my thighs apart. Then he lowered his lower body, got his fingers out of the way, and grind his hard-on into me.My thighs fell further apart and my head fell back as my arousal climbed to another level. My hands held onto his shoulders, my eyes locked on his face as he moved between my legs. He rocked his hips back and forth, his hard ridge hitting my centre spot-o
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy four
EVE'S POV When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains. I moaned and turned away from the light, hiding my face in the pillow. Why was the sun on my window in the morning? I could only see the sunset from my—I froze.My next breath, flooding my senses with Morgan's scent, confirmed that I indeed wasn't in my own room. My eyes fluttered open again. Slowly, I scanned the area next to me. It was empty. I turned my head just as slowly to the other side. Empty. Relief swept through me. He was gone. That meant I could slip away.The relief waned as soon as I took note of the sunlight filtering through the curtains again. My stomach sank. Oh no! Had I overslept?I scrambled from the bed, my body screaming in protest from about a hundred places. My muscles hurt big time, but I didn't have the luxury of sleeping around. I had a job to get to. The moment my feet hit the floor, I gasped and sat back down on the bed. Grimacing, I looked at my naked abdom
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy five
EVE'S POV After taking a bath and brushing my teeth, I went back to my room to get dressed. A look at my phone revealed that it was already nine o'clock.I wondered whether it would be too imprudent of me to take a day off right after Sylvester had offered me a raise. But I couldn't deny that Morgan had me sold on the idea of taking the day off.Carefully, I crafted a text to Juliet, letting her know that I wouldn't make it to work because I was feeling unwell. I also promised to make up for it. I sighed in relief when Juliet replied soon after, letting me know it was fine and wishing me a quick recovery.After getting dressed in a pair of comfy pants and a sweater, I took in my appearance in the mirror. There was a smattering of hickeys along my neck column, continuing on to the skin hidden below my sweater's neckline. I didn't mind.I held my long hair in a high bun, with damp strands caressing my neck. Finally, when I couldn't dally any longer, I left my room and headed for the ki
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy six
**MORGAN'S POV**When Eve appeared from the bedroom, I picked up the bouquet of flowers I had bought and presented them to her. I had been quite straightforward with my selection—red roses."For you," I said, holding the bouquet out to her. She met my gaze before looking down at the flowers."You didn't—""Yes, I did," I interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say. "I wanted to. A man can get his beautiful wife flowers whenever he feels like, right?"A shy smile graced her lips as she took the flowers. "Thank you." She held them to her nose. "They are beautiful. And they smell great."I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Like you."She chuckled. "You're such a sweet talker.""It's all true," I said. Reaching into the gift bag, I produced the box of chocolates. "I hope you'll like these too."Her eyes widened in delight at the sight of the box. "Oh, thank you!"I noted somewhere in my brain that she was a fan of dark chocolate. Finally, I produced the wine. "Let'
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy seven
EVE'S POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Morgan was still next to me. His body was curled up against my back, and I relished the feel of his firm masculine body.My eyes fluttered open. The light filtering through the curtains showed it was morning, but the sun wasn't quite up yet, which was good, because I needed to get to work as early as possible to catch up with some of the work I missed the previous day.But first, I wanted a few more minutes in Morgan's arms. I wanted to turn around and face him, watch him sleep, but I didn't want to rouse him. So, I settled for lying there and listening to his breathing. One of his arms was thrown over my waist loosely. I thought it was amazing that he hadn't let go of me throughout the night. We must both have had a restful night.I blushed as I recalled the previous night. We had ended up wasting two glasses of perfectly good wine because we had been so eager to get each other naked. My own response to him had shocked me. I had wanted to h
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy eight
**EVE'S POV**When I got to work later, I sat down at my desk and sent a short straightforward message to my father. I wasn't asking him for permission or his opinion. I simply wanted to give him a heads up that soon, Morgan would be aware of our scheme. A part of me felt like I was being unfilial, especially because Jeffery and Morgana had adopted me from the orphanage and raised me in their own home.Morgana and Cindy might not treat me like family, but at least Jeffery did his best. It was for his sake that a part of me felt awful about revealing their secret. But I couldn't keep allowing them to use me for their benefit while deceiving another innocent person in the process. I felt that even if they had kept their promise, I wouldn't have been able to keep deceiving Morgan any longer. Not with the way things had turned out to be.After sending the message, I put my phone aside and turned on my computer. Alice appeared at my desk then. "Oh my God, girl. I heard that you were sick
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy nine
Morgan's POVI had no idea what to think as I made my way into the hospital Eve had mentioned in her text.A family member in critical condition? She had never mentioned anything about anyone close to her being in the hospital to me. Was it an accident?When I got to the reception, I realized I didn't know who the patient was, so I couldn't ask for directions. I brought out my phone and called her. She did not pick up. When I tried a second time, it went unanswered.I wondered whether she was refusing to pick up because I was calling as Morgan. I used the number that she associated with Sylvester to call a third time. She didn't pick up.Realizing I would have to scour the hospital for her, I made my way to the emergency wing. She was not there, so I got on the elevator and onto the first floor. I opened doors, looked through windows, perused wards, but she was nowhere.As I made my way to the elevator to go higher, I tried calling her again. It went unanswered. By the time I got to t
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