Eleven

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 had gone over the paper and my answers in her mind about a hundred times, and I was sure I had gotten everything right.

"Is that what they told you?" Morgan asked.

"No, they called and just said I didn't make it."

"That makes no sense" he said, frowning down at my resume.

I looked up at him. He sounded almost enraged about it.

"There must be a good reason to reject such a talented designer" he added.

I wondered how much he knew about the fashion and design industry. Or maybe he was making that assumption from what he saw in my resume. Either way, it felt nice that he thought I was good enough for the Edwards Group.

Maybe that's why I found myself telling him the truth of the matter. 

"Actually, one of the interviewers, Ella, is a former college classmate of mine. We weren't the best of friends."

"What do you mean?"

"While in school, I beat her to a scholarship. She had hated me since then, and I think she might have a hand in me getting rejected".

I pursed my lips and shrugged again.

 "But what's done is done. I can get a job elsewhere."

Morgan shook his head. 

"No, that's not right. If you passed the interview, you should get the job. Personal grudges shouldn't come in the way. That's very unprofessional."

"Yeah, but..there's nothing I can do about that."

MORGAN'S POV 

To hell with that, I thought. To think that I had such an unscrupulous HR employee in my company, who had put Eve through such unfair treatment made me see red. 

Who does she think she was to bring her personal grudge into my business?.

As I boiled with rage inside, I made sure not to show it outwardly. 

After making a big deal of me and Eve staying out of each other's personal affairs, it wouldn't make sense to show how bothered I was. Besides, I couldn't do anything about it until the next day, so I decided to just go to sleep. 

Lying back on the sofa, I got comfortable and went to sleep.

EVE'S POV 

As Morgan fell asleep on the sofa, I couldn't help but frown. He had said we should stay out of each other's personal business. Why was he suddenly so interested in whatever happened with the Edwards Group?.

Sighing, I just let it be. It was kind of nice that he cared though. Not that I wanted him to, I convinced myself. 

Either way, his words uplifted me as I continued sending my resume to other companies. I was casting my net very wide, so I was hopeful about getting called for interviews soon. Fortunately, Ella wouldn't be elsewhere to ruin my chances.

 It was about an hour later that I finally shut my laptop, having contacted all the companies on my list. I was tired and wanted more than anything to fall into bed and fall asleep, but one look around the room changed my mind. 

It looked so cluttered. Cleaning it would surely make me feel better and have even a better sleep, I decided, getting to my feet.

As I stretched, my eyes landed on Morgan, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa. 

A small sigh left my lips as I took him in. He truly was a handsome man. The kind of handsome one would find in a movie star. And it wasn't just about his looks...there was something about him, how he carried himself, how he talked, how he looked at me.. Something that made him so eye-catching and enchanting and made me want to just sit and give him all my attention.

Quickly, I cleared my throat to bring myself back to the present. This was not the time to stand idle and appreciate my fake husband's good looks. In fact, there was no good time for that, at all. We were just a pretend couple. 

If I suddenly began entertaining such thoughts, lines might get blurry.

I wondered whether I should wake him to help me clean the house. It looked like a lot of work, but then again, he had looked kind of tired when he came in earlier..

As if called out to, his eyes shot open unexpectedly and caught mine. My heart thundered at being caught watching him, and I was about to turn away when he spoke.

 "Need help?".

I turned away either way, acting as if I hadn't just been standing there, taking in his looks.

"Sure," I muttered, walking away to get cleaning supplies.

While l worked in the living room, he got busy in the kitchen. I couldnt help but keep gazing his way, noting how serious he was about the cleaning. He was also quite good, and the kitchen was beginning to take on a spotless look. 

He cleaned the dirty dishes and put them away and wiped down the counters. I even saw him cleaning the microwave.

There was no way a man who was a useless idler, as the rumours had claimed, could be so organised.

 Earlier on, while asking me about my interview at the Edwards Group, he had also proved to care about morals. If he was as unprincipled as people claimed, he wouldn't have been so bothered by Ella's behaviour.

No matter how I looked at it, Morgan was different from the picture I had in my mind about the Caruso's eldest son. I had worried how I would live with the kind of man I had heard about, but he was proving my fears pointless..

But then again, hadn't he been proving to be different from what I had heard right from our wedding day? Other than that time, he tried to accuse me of being a loosed woman. I couldn't think of another time he had done anything to irk me. 

Now that I thought about it, it made sense why he had made such accusations. If he had in any way heard anything about the eldest daughter of the Lucianos family, it was safe to assume he must have heard about my sister's rampant flings.

 But it was okay as long as he didn't realise I was someone else… And if that was the case for him, what if what I had heard about him was all untrue, too?. There was a chance..

My thoughts cut off as a sudden crash came from the kitchen area. Dropping what I was doing, I rushed to the kitchen to see what was going on.