All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morgan's point of view I watched Marrissa storm out of the room and smiled.Truth be told, I am beginning to love her fiery attitude, her stubborn and confident nature was something unique, something most women lack.But my smile vanished when I remembered her last words.She had claimed not to have a lover, and for her sake, I hoped that was true. God help her if I found out otherwise. All hell would break loose if some other man were screwing her.No….. It's not what you are thinking, far from it. Definitely not. I am not interested in Marrissa in any way. She does not mean anything to me beyond what she is supposed to represent—my secretary, and a convenient partner. All I want is to ensure that no one makes me look like a fool. Not again.My jaw tightened as memories of my ex-girlfriend flashed into my mind. She had been sleeping with my personal assistant—right under my nose. The humiliation still stung. I had trusted her, given her access to every part of my life, only for her

Marrissa's point of view I should not allow this to happen, never allow him to do this to me, no….not again. But his lips on mine drive me insane with want."Let go.," I whispered, trying to rip his hands off. But God goodness, I just fucking can't. He presses hard on me, his lips savoring mine with great intensity. My fingers curled against the wall, trying to steady myself, as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold my body. Morgan bends inches away from my mouth, his warm breath teasing my lips that part involuntarily. His low voice is a seductive purr, raising goosebumps on my skin as he speaks. " I know you are aching for my dick in your vagina? "No I'm not. Fuck you.” I growled at him and finally lost my patience and I pushed hard on his stony chest, but he did not budge. Not even an inch. What is he made of? Granite. Cement. “It will be better for you to stop struggling and enjoy yourself. Unless you want to wed me with two broken hands," he threatened.His fingers tighte

Marrissa's point of view I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. My eyes refused to stay shut, and my mind would not stop racing. My hands ran over my body absentmindedly, still filled with the sensations from earlier. What had happened between Morgan and me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was not just good—it was fire. Nothing I had ever imagined, and certainly nothing I have seen in movies.Of course, he had to ruin it with that arrogant mouth of his. Typical Morgan. Still, I could tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did, no matter what he said. A small smile crept onto my lips despite myself. Maybe this marriage would not be as unbearable as I had feared. Maybe I would not end up killing Morgan after all.The alarm clock jolted me out of my thoughts. I turned my head, staring at the glowing numbers. Morning already? screamed. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling groggy and disoriented. After a quick breakfast, I heard a knock at the door. My stomach sank. Wh

Marrissa's point of view “Marissa!” Molly screamed, her voice loud and full of excitement as usual, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She froze for a second. “Whoa. You look absolutely beautiful! Damn, I almost could not recognize you.”“Oh, stop it, Mol,” I said, trying to wave her off, though I could feel the blush creeping up my neck.She was not done, of course. Her gaze shifted, and she immediately locked eyes on Jason, who was standing by the side with a faint, amused smile. Molly’s eyed me, curiosity written on her face.“Oh, Mol, this is Jason,” I said quickly, gesturing toward him. “My childhood friend, Jason.”Her eyebrows shot up, and before I could stop her, she blurted out, “Jason? Like Jason? The one you used to have a crush on?”I felt my stomach drop. “God, Molly!” I hissed, feeling the heat spread to my face. I wanted to disappear right then and there. Trust Molly to say whatever pops into her head.I shot her a deadly glare, but she just laughed loudly, cl

Morgan's point of view I forced my legs to move, each step feeling heavier than the last. My hands trembled at my sides, but I refused to let them clench into my fists, no matter how badly I wanted to hit something—or someone. The hardest part, though, was holding my tongue, keeping all the venomous words racing in my mind, locked behind my teeth. I could not afford to lose control. Not yet. Not here.Farrow stopped a few steps ahead, sensing my presence. She turned to face me, her lips curving into that sly, seducing smile she always wore when she thought she was in control. Her eyes danced with the confidence of someone who believed she had already won.“What’s your next plan now, Morgan?” she asked, her tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. “What do you mean?” I replied evenly. “Going on with the wedding, of course.”Her expression twisted, disbelief spreading across her face. “What? You are still going to marry that whore?” she spat the word like poison, her voic