All Chapters of Don't Mess With DRACO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Morgan's POV “You are such a spoiled little girl,” I mumbled as I stared at the tiny being in my arms who was clinging to me like glue and refused to let go. I hope she doesn't punch me for sharing the bed with her in the morning.My fiery little kitten was finally asleep after the hell she had put me through tonight. She had been a handful, nearly making me crazy with her drunken demands. Well, I'm not complaining; I like how clingy and dependent on me she is in her drunken state. After finally bringing her up into the penthouse and having to feed her because she was too wasted to do it herself, she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and cried, “I’m eating alone; why are you not eating with me?” I ignored her at first, but then she refused to eat because I was also not eating. To appease her, it later became a “one for you, one for me routine,” and her happy cheers after I ate each spoonful and asked “how is it, how is it?” were so childish and adorable that I could feel the muscles

ALEXA'S POV When Morgan's lips touched mine, I stood there in a daze, my mind going in different directions. This man, why was he so casual?! He just ups and begins to kiss me out of nowhere without any prior notice. For God sakes, and that was not the most important part, shouldn't he be worried about having an allergic reaction after eating those eggs? I could tell his allergy to eggs was quite serious the other day; shouldn't he be taking his medicine at the moment? “Open up those lips for me and let me in, kitten,” he whispered in a sexily husky voice. His lips grazing my ears and leaving a trail of kisses on my neck and sucking on my sensitive spot. I felt as if I were cocooned in a heavy blanket, feeling hot all over, with its sweet sensations assaulting my senses. “Morgan,” I breathed, my voice sounding like a moan. His gaze darkened at my call and wasted no time to capture my slightly parted lips. I never knew a kiss could taste so much better than all the kisses I've had

7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me. But I had waited the entire afternoon, and it was now 7:00 pm already, but I had still not received any calls from him. It made me regret not accepting Elise's invitation to the club. I think some booze will just let me unwind and focus on other things. Besides, because I met Morgan, there were a lot of things I had not yet done, even though I had promised myself to enjoy my three-month vacation. I was so bored that I decided to call Elise and ask for her location, but after calling her number several times, she w

Morgan's POV “... if we were not in public, we could have taken off our clothes and let him know how you can be such a beast in bed, making it that I can barely walk afterwards sometimes.” I could feel all my resistance crumbling at her words; this woman was deadly. She was like a poison; I had no antidote for that was affecting all my organs and rendering them weak. I had decided to give her the space she needed. She was so addictive, but I had to let her go so that she would choose to come to me at her own time, even though that decision nearly tore me apart. I thought I had successfully stopped thinking about her for just a moment, but then I saw her swaying and dancing on the damn dance floor, bringing back all the longing I felt. And when I saw how all the men were looking at her with hungry eyes, I wanted to go and snatch her from there and lock her up in a cage somewhere. A place where only I would have a chance to see her, I wanted to hide her away from the world so that

My eyes narrowed at his narration. I'm sure he's lying, but why was he sounding so serious as if we were discussing business or something that involved life and death? His mischievous and playful smile was nowhere in sight. And what did he mean by maintaining several positions? He was making it sound like I was the tyrant husband abusing his little poor wife. “You are lying,” I said, my face flushed with indignation. “I think I should be recording some of your actions for evidence next time.” He said it as if he were mumbling to himself, but he was loud enough for me to hear. I rolled my eyes at him in exasperation. Why were his words making it sound like he helped me out of goodwill, but I didn't appreciate his efforts? “I'm sorry, okay, Can you lift your hands? I want to get down,” I said and saw how he began to smile at me again, his serious demeanor a minute ago nowhere in sight. He looked at me with a roguish grin, making me feel an impending inkling of trouble. It was as if