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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Sixty eight
EVE'S POV Over the weekend, i spent most of my time working on the final draft for the Wheatstone's Project design. After my draft had been re-adopted, I had needed to prepare a more detailed plan that was to be used for the project. I had barely rested at all over the weekend as I pushed myself to make it perfect. I didn't believe Cindy’s taunts that I was talentless and didn't belong to a company like the Edwards Group, but I still wasn't taking any chances.I was determined to give nothing but the best, until I was satisfied that it was the best plan I could come up with.By the time Monday came along, there were dark circles under my eyes, and anyone who took a look at me could tell I hadn't rested at all.When I got to work, I headed to the design director's office and submitted the final draft. She was to review it, submit it to the Wheatstone's Company, and then await their final approval. And If all went as planned, we would get an answer from the client within the day.I ke
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Sixty nine
MORGAN'S POV That day, I got back home at midnight. I expected Eve to be asleep already, but to my surprise, she was in the kitchen, baking cookies."Hi" she greeted cheerfully when I appeared in the kitchen doorway. "How was your day?"Smiling at her cheerfulness, which I found quite odd at such a late hour."It was good, thanks. Why aren't you asleep yet?",I had barely seen her for the past weekend, because she had ended up spending most of her time at the company, working on the final design for the Wheatstone's project. She had looked awfully tired that morning, and I thought that once her design was approved, she would take the opportunity to have a good rest. Instead, here she was, baking at midnight."I haven't seen much of you for the past three days because l've been working overtime, so I wanted to wait for you tonight.""Oh" I said, as a warmth spread in my inside.Doed she realise how that sounded? It was like we were a real couple. Had she missed me? I knew i had misse
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy
EVE'S POV I was stunned to hear Morgan's confession. I couldn't understand why he became jealous so easily. I had no interest in Sylvester Edwards, not that it would matter if I did. I had never met him, and as I had pointed out, I was just an ordinary worker while he was the CEO of the Edwards Group. His only interest in me was because I was his employee. And, I was only saying nice things about him, because he was a good boss. I hadn't thought it would make Jacob feel bad. I straightened from my position on the counter and gave him an apologetic smile. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that."While I hadn't anticipated his jealousy, it sure made e feel all sorts of giddy. I knew it shouldn't matter to .e whether he was jealous of me talking excitedly of another man. He was my pretend husband. So i shouldn't get giddy because he got jealous. But knowing that fact didn't keep me from feeling warm all over.When he stood from his stool and came around the counter to me
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Seventy one
EVE'S POV "Mine or yours?", Morgan asked when a while later, he led me by the hand towards the bedrooms.I looked between the two doors. Was I really doing this? Sparks flew up my arm from where he caressed my wrist with his thumb. Yes, I really was."Yours" I replied. I had never been in his room before. So I wanted to be laid on his bed and surround myself with his scent."As you wish;' he said, reaching for his door and pushing it open. He caught me by surprise seconds later when he hooked his arm below my knees and the other around my back scooping me off my feet."What are you doing?" I asked, even as I wrapped my arms around his neck securely."Carrying you over the threshold" he said, stepping into the room and then kicking the door shut. "This is the first time you are coming into my room. It's momentous.”I smiled like a fool as I looked up at him, a strange warmth spreading over my insides. He was really a handsome man. I must have thought that a hundred times already,
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
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