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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Thirty six
GRAY'S POV I cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt me. In front of me was a tall dark-haired man giving me a cold glare.He wasn't familiar to me. And I was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted me. He also didn't look like a security guard, I mean he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker.Supporting myself on my hands, I got up and faced him, sneering. "Who the fuck are you?", I wasn't about to let anyone ruin this for me.EVE'S POV When Mr Gray suddenly released me and fell backwards, I shot up from the bed, thinking that perhaps one of the people in the room outside had finally come to help me. But when my eyes fell on Morgan instead, a happy cry left my Iips as I crawled over the bed and to him.He took me in his arms and held me close as I hid my face in his chest, sobs causing my entire body to shake. I could hardly believe he was here, but he t
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EVE'S POV Morgan let go of my face and looked away. "I was in the company of a friend”, he replied to my question."Oh", I muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms. What was Morgan doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?These thought botherede, but I didn't let it show on my face."I'll go and take a shower", I told him, getting to my feet. He nodded and shifted to let me leave the sofa.In the bathroom, I stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over my skin. Even though Mr Gray hadn't succeeded in touching me the way he wanted, I still found myself scrubbing my skin thoroughly. Somehow, I felt as if washing thoroughly would not only wash away any trace of his touch on me, but also wash away the memory of what happened.By the time I was done, I felt a lot better. My body had also stopped trembling. It wasn't until I was stepping out of
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EVE'S POV When Morgan’s finger tugged on the towel and it became a little loose, I snapped out of the trance he had distracted me into. My face flushed fresh, and as my mind rattled back into work-mode, I realised how precarious my situation was. I had let this go too far.Pushing Morgan's hand away, I ducked under his arm and reached for my door. This time, he didn't stop me as I twisted the handle and pushed the door open. I slammed it closed behind me, as if to further emphasise that I was not up for whatever he had in mind.Rushing to my mirror, I pressed my hands to my face and took deep breaths. I had no idea who I was more pissed at, him for teasing me in my state of undress, or myself for giving him any sign that I liked it.It seemed that I was getting too comfortable with him and forgetting that not only was he my pretend husband, but that I was also deceiving him about my identity. Nothing could happen between us, as long as I was living a lie.MORGAN'S POV Outside the
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EVE'S POV On my way home from work that evening, I came across Morgan jogging in the community. He was dressed in a pair of running shorts that left his long muscular legs exposed, and a t-shirt that made it easy to imagine the muscular physique hidden beneath.Soon enough, my thoughts went to forbidden territory, and I stopped them and focused on the matter that had been on my mind all day. Morgan was the only person from last night who knew my identity and who took the incentive to stop Mr Gray. So there was a high probability that he was the one who had reported him to the police."How was work?" he asked when he got to me and fell into step with me on our way home."It was good”, I said, and then looked up at him."Some officers came in the morning and arrested the director. Are you the one who went to the police with the surveillance video from last night?","Oh, they did?”,I nodded approvingly. "Good. Yes, I'm the one who gave them the video”, "Thank you so much. You won't
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MORGAN’S POV The moment Eve pressed her lips to mine, the little restraint that was keeping me from doing something that could have her running into her room snapped.Even if I was determined to not do such a thing, the frenzied passion that surged through my body the moment she kissed me made sure that my efforts were futile.Wrapping my arms around her body,I picked her up and walked to the sofa, our lips still pressed together. The fact that she didn't pull away or push me away through all that, assured me that she wanted this as much as I did.I only separated us as I lay her down on the sofa and hovered above her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at me, and then she nibbled on her bottom lip shyly. Had she known what accepting my request for a kiss could lead to? Or had she thought it was an innocent request?."You're too naive," I whispered as I brought my lips down to hers. This time, I kissed her urgently, my firm lips prying her soft ones apart.She submitted to my kisses,
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EVE'S POV I worried her lip with my teeth when the client replied right away, asking that I stop working on the design. Does he no longer want it? Or does he want to put an end to our partnership? Or maybe he does not appreciate me asking for an extension. Some clients were very strict about deadlines and could cancel an entire project if they were delayed even for a little.Considering that, I sent him another email, hoping he would change his mind. In the second email, I told him that I would do her best to finish it in time. Even if I had to give up sleep, I was going to get it done.I didn't want to lose such a client, I mean the chances of finding another one who could pay anything close to fifty thousand dollars for a single design were pretty low. Besides the money, I was given on building a good reputation. Good feedback from clients was very crucial for my career. If I became known for tardiness, it would become hard to get new clients. I also really liked the client, like
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MORGANA'S POVI was in the master bedroom with my husband when Eve showed up at the front door. The master bedroom was on the first floor, facing the front of the house. It had a balcony on which if we stood, we would have a clear view of Eve at the door.When the servant turned Eve away, I had thought she would go away. I was determined to ignore her and even have the servants lock her out of the house. But when she threatened to tell Morgan Caruso the truth about their marriage, I froze with fear.She wouldn't really do that, would she? If the Caruso's found out that we had deceived them, there would be consequences."How dare she?" I muttered, pacing beside the king sized bed in the room. "We rescued her from that dirty orphanage and gave her a decent upbringing, and a family she could only have ever dreamed of. How dare she threaten to reveal the truth about Cindy?","We promised her", Jeffery pointed out. "Do not forget that she did us a favour by marrying Morgan instead of Ci
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EVE'S POV The next day, despite finally receiving my first salary at work, I still felt low because the amount was just a tiny fraction of the surgery fee. It was quickly dawning on me that I needed to look for other sources of income. If I didn't hurry up with the payment, Sandra might end up losing her chance for the transplantation. And i f she had to wait again to find another kidney that was a match, it might be too late.At the moment, I didn't know what to do, and it frustrated me to no end. A thought crossed my mind that maybe I should ask Morgan for help, but I pushed it aside. I knew that Morgan would be willing to help me out, but I couldn't risk him finding out the truth about Sandra and my family. Also, it would be incredibly selfish of me to ask for his help when I was lying to him about my identity.I had to forge ahead alone, and this time, I would be more careful compared to when I had wanted to take part in the drug trial.I was just about to leave the office, when
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