All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Marrissa's point of view It had been three agonizing days. Three days of waiting for the WBA results. I hated the wait, hate not knowing what the result would be.I always jerk whenever I hear the sound of notification on my laptop. I checked my mails more than ten times everyday, checking for any good news.I have asked Morgan about the results almost five times in those three days and each time I ask him he rolls his eyes.Today, at the breakfast table,I asked again. "How many more days do we have to wait?" Morgan rolled his eyes, setting his fork down with force. "Marrissa, thinking about the results would not make them come any faster. Neither will you asking me about it every day. You need to stop obsessing over it." He took a sip of his coffee, eyeing me like he hated the fact that I was constantly reminding him about the WBA.I frowned. "But what if the results come in today and we do make it?"Morgan sighed, rubbing his temple as though my worry was giving him a headache. "A

Morgan's point of view I smiled as I watched Marrissa walk out of my office in anger, her waist swaying left and right, her clothes revealing her curves in the most sexy way with each step she took. My body moved with excitement as I thought about the hot steamy sex we just shared. My shirt was still open and my breath still unsteady.It's clear that neither I nor Marrissa can deny the pull between us. No matter how much we fought, no matter how much she annoyed me with her stubborn attitude, when it came to sex, we are in perfect harmony. Our bodies and minds always move in the same rhythm. “If sex is all I can get from our relationship, then I'm okay with it.” I thought with a smile.With a sigh, I reached for the package Kathy had dropped off earlier. I tore off the wrapping and found a small box inside. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I lifted the lid, revealing a neatly folded piece of paper.I unfolded the paper and read the contents.*"Congratulations! Your project has

Morgan's point of view Common sense told me to ask Marrissa what she meant, how she really expected me to act, but instead, I walked out of the room angrily. I clenched my fists as my heart pounded. I should have asked her. Should have made her explain. But my pride would not allow it. Instead, I left, allowing my emotions to get the best of me. I walked down the hallway, my anger increasing at every step I took, slamming the door open and shut I sank into bed with an angry sigh. Everything around me felt dark and unappealing, making me more angry.Marrissa had a way of getting under my skin like no one else. She challenged me in ways I wasn’t prepared for, made me question things I never thought I’d need to. And now, after everything, she expects something from me—but what? The echo of our conversation haunted me, her words lingering in my ears like a whisper I couldn't escape. Instead of letting my frustration continue, I turned to something I could control. I decided to plan

Morgan's point of view Every word Marrissa said felt like a punch straight to the heart. Although she did not scream, she did not even cry but the calm tone she used cut deeper than any shouting match ever could. Her words echoed in my head long after she walked away, leaving me standing there, lost in thought. She was right about everything. And the worst part was, I could not even defend myself. I had taken her for granted, her patience, her loyalty. I kept pushing her away like it would somehow protect me from whatever I was afraid of. But all it did was push her closer to the edge — to the point where she might finally be done with me. But, I can not lose her. I would do anything to keep her by my side.But I did not know what to do — how to fix this — so I did the only thing I could think of. I went to my father. He was in his study, sipping a glass of whiskey in one hand and a pen in the other. For a moment, I just stood in the door, not sure how to start. He looked u

Morgan's point of view I could not stop thinking about my date with Marrissa. It wasn’t like any other date I had ever had. It was… different. She was different. The way she smiled, the way she challenged me without fear, the way she made my heart race like I was a teenager with a crush for the first time, it was all consuming.I hated the fact that it took me this long to realize this how perfect she is. Just thinking about how many moments I let slip through my fingers before finally seeing her for more than just my secretary made me angry at myself. But now, there was no going back.A sudden ping from my phone broke my thoughts.It was a reminder.WBA Ceremony — Tomorrow.Damn. I had almost forgotten about the event. Marrissa had taken over my mind, and my heart.Without a second thought, I decided to get something nice for her for the event. Not just because I wanted us to look good together, but because I needed the world to see her — not as my secretary, not as some background f