THE CEO AND THE APPRENTICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

POV: PATRICKWith my hands in my pockets, I watched Elisabeth run off like a child. I shook my head, smiling. How could she bring so much lightness to this troubled heart?Despite a subtle weakness, I ran after her up the stairs and wrapped my arms around her waist, throwing us onto the bed.“I got you!” I grinned, tickling her as she laughed.“Stop, stop.” Lis laughed.“Say yes, and I'll stop,” I teased.“No. No fair, stop. I can't breathe.” She said this, crying with laughter. “It's not fair, not like this.”“Then say I'm the best boss.” I continued tickling her.“I can't lie,” she joked, laughing and writhing.“Oh really?” I tickled her more.“Alright, you're the best boss in the world,” Lis said, laughing breathlessly, her face completely red.“Now, say I'm the best lover and teacher you've ever had.” I tickled her ribs, pinning her legs with mine. “Say it!”“You're a cheater...” Lis gasped, laughing and trying to catch her breath. “Stop, you're the best lover and teacher. Let me

POV: ELISABETHPatrick's phone kept ringing, and my head pounded with each echo of the ringtone. I groaned, pulling my legs off him and nudging him to wake up. “Patrick... your phone...” I grumbled, turning to the other side, only to be wrapped in his spooning embrace again, his legs intertwined with mine. “Let it ring. I don't want to deal with anything today,” he said sleepily. “Stop being a baby. It could be important about the publisher.” I stroked his strong arms, snuggling deeper into his secure and warm embrace. “Doing that won't convince me to get up and answer it,” Morgan chuckled. “It could be those vultures from the newspaper wanting a statement.” “All the more reason to get up. We can't let Heloise ruin Biel's gift.” I kept a serious tone. “Let's do it for him!” 

“You are spectacular, apprentice,” I murmured, biting my way back up and feeling her trembling body. “Turn around for me.”I held her by the neck from behind, wrapping my arm under her breasts and filling my hands with her soft, rosy-tipped fullness. I moved close to her ear:“Now, spread your legs and arch for me!” I said it hoarsely in her ear. Like a good apprentice, Elisabeth did as she was ordered.She threw her butt back, arching her back slightly. Still holding her by the neck, I bit behind her ear and down her nape and back, supporting her buttocks with my hands and spreading them. I rubbed my erection from back to front, feeling her gasp and squirm, subtly swollen in her warm, latent intimacy. I plunged just the tip, then pulled out to grab the vibrator from the floor.“What are you up to now?” Lis asked breathlessly over her shoulder.I smiled mischievously, turning on the vibrator.&

“We went down to the area set up for the press. The number of journalists present was more than double the last time, with some representatives from international channels. I began to feel nervous, worried about what Morgan would reveal. This was all on a very large scale, and his statement would define the fate of the publisher. When Patrick Morgan took the stage, the noise ceased, and everyone patiently awaited his statement: “Good morning, everyone,” he said, standing tall, his voice firm, and his eyes piercing like an eagle's. “I will start my statement. Questions will only be answered at the end of the announcement. If any journalist interrupts, they will be removed, and their questions will go unanswered.” Everyone whispered before falling silent again as the CEO cleared his throat. “I was abroad, in remote lands. As is widely known, I do volunteer work in lo

POV: ELISABETHMy legs seemed stuck in place, growing weak as if they had lost all strength. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to explode in my chest, while a constant chill down my spine sent unpleasant shivers throughout my body, bringing with it all the negative emotions. I was sweating and trembling, turning to the CEO as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. “It's him... it's... it's him!” I swallowed hard, wanting to retreat. But Morgan looked at me confidently, with a slight smile, supporting my hips with his arms and positioning himself slightly in front of me, like a protective wall. “What are you doing?” I whispered, ignored by him. I looked around, seeing the security guards forming a circle around us and Greg, armed and ready to shoot if necessary. “My, Mr. Morgan, are you always this hostile to your visitors?” He smiled sarcastically, unconcer