All Chapters of Love’s Fortune: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Fire bridled on our tongues as we kissed each other passionately but yet urgently. More like we had been starved of each other, every thought that had been running through my mind flew out the window."Arthur." I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head while he nibbled roughly on my lower lip, out tongues intertwining in a kind of uniform arrangement."I love it when you moan my name and now, you'll listen to me explain." He whispered and for a moment, I was restored back to reality.He was doing all this so he could have the chance to explain and not because he really wanted to do it. I must be a fool to believe that he ever wanted me.I was about pushing him away when he tightened his grasp on my waist and trailed kisses from my neck down to my shoulders."I'm sorry I yelled at you at the office earlier, that one was quite personal." He whispered as he fondled with the loose rope at the back of my dress."I'm sorry you had to meet such a horrible sight when you returned home

As we walked into the private elevator, we both remained silent as different things ran through our mind. I wasn't a jinx, else, I would have been able to decipher what he was thinking. The only thing I was sure of at this moment was the fact that my head was running a hindered miles a minute as I tried to understand what was going on.Getting out of the elevator, we walked into his office and Arthur waited till I had gone inside so he could eventually lock the door by himself.“Okay, so I don't understand. Why was it so important that I saw this particular guy?” Arthur asked as he sat on top of his table waiting for me to give him details and I had to rub the center of my forehead before analyzing it inside of my brain and give him an answer that was reasonable.“Leia called to my attention that the guy was with Vladimir yesterday so I thought that seeing him in the company today was kind of absurd. Now we know his face, he might be one clue and lead that we have now.” I stated and A

The ride home was a total drag. Arthur drove like a man possessed, knuckles white on the wheel, staring out the windshield like he was in a high-speed chase with his past. I kept stealing glances at him, feeling a pit form in my stomach. The Arthur who'd been all smooth operator back at the office was MIA, replaced by this brooding statue of a man."Arthur ," I finally ventured, breaking the tense silence. My voice sounded squeaky even to my own ears.He flinched, like I'd jolted him with a cattle prod. "Huh? Yeah?""Everything alright?"He blew out a breath, the kind you make when you're trying not to lose it. "Just a long day, Morgan . No big deal."There it was again, that frustrating brick wall he built around himself. We'd been married for months, and he still retreated into Mr. Stoic whenever things got a little hairy. It stung, a constant reminder of the whole "limited emotional availability" spiel he'd laid down before we even started dating.I loved him. Like, whoa, did I lov

The morning started with a bang, quite literally. A deafening explosion rocked the building, followed by a cacophony of alarms and shouts. I shot upright in bed, heart pounding, as Arthur's figure loomed over me, his face etched with a grim determination."It's okay, Morgan," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Stay here."Before I could protest, he was gone, disappearing into the chaos beyond our bedroom door. Fear gnawed at me as I scrambled out of bed, my mind racing. What was happening? Was it a terrorist attack? A gas leak?I managed to pull on a robe and slip into the hallway, the air thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning. Security guards were rushing past, their faces tense and determined. I pressed on, my heart pounding in my ears, searching for Arthur.I found him in the main office, surrounded by a group of security personnel. His face was pale, but his eyes held an icy resolve."What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling.He glanced at me, his expression soft

I woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The bed was empty, a chill settling in the space where Arthur had been. A pang of worry shot through me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded to the balcony.There he was, leaning against the railing, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. The morning sun cast long shadows on his face, highlighting the lines of fatigue etched into his skin."Morning," I said softly, stepping onto the balcony.He turned to face me, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination. "Morning," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.I reached out and took his hand. "What's wrong?"He sighed, his grip tightening around mine. "There was an incident at the office," he said, his voice low.A wave of dread washed over me. "What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling."Gunmen," he said, his jaw clenched. "They stormed the building, but security managed to repel them."My heart pounded in my chest. "Is everyone okay?"He