Marrissa's point of view He was so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my lips. The air between us was filled with something raw, something I could not name but could feel deep in my chest. His dark eyes roamed from my eyes down to my lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting my gaze again. Then he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the curve of my ear as he whispered, his voice was low, rough, and devastatingly hot.“Please, kiss me.”My body responded immediately, as though it were a puppet and his voice the strings. My nipples tightened under the fabric of my shirt, and a wave of heat flowed through me, pooling low in my belly. My body screamed at me to close the space between us, to give in, to stop thinking entirely. I wanted this—I craved for his touch, for his caress ,for his huge penis digging deep into me. God Marrissa,is this you? My inner voice asked. Well, it was not jjust me. It was my hormones, definitely my pregnancy cravings had tur
Farrow’s point of view “My darling Glow!” I exclaimed, stretching my arms wide, feeling her warmth as she stepped toward me. Her face, however, stopped me cold. The smile I had prepared slide from my lips as I looked at the bruise blooming on her cheek, the faint cut at the corner of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, and she moved like she was in painI grabbed her chin, tilting her head left and right, my voice rising with concern laced in irritation. “What the hell happened to you?” Glow’s eyes darkened, anger flashing in their depths. “It’s that stupid Marrissa,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my eyes darker as her words sank in. “What? Marrissa did this to you?” My lips curled in disgust at the thought. “Tell me you did worse to her, Glow. Tell me you did not let her get away with it.” Glow’s lips curled into a defiant smile, through her eyes betrayed her frustration. “Of course, I did more damage to her
Morgan's point of view Marrissa punctured my ego the moment she walked out of the bathroom, leaving me sour and hard. I lay in bed, my fists clenched, staring at the ceiling as her words replayed in my head, taunting me.How could you be so weak, Morgan? I thought bitterly. How could I let her insult me like that?My frustration only deepened when I glanced down at myself, still aroused despite the humiliation. It was pathetic, and I hated myself for it. It’s probably because I have not been with anyone recently, I reasoned. That’s all this is—a lack of release.But thinking about it did not help. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Marrissa’s stupid look as she walked away, her confidence fueled my irritation. I turned over on the bed, restless and burning with frustration.Sleep was out of the question. I sighed heavily and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of this cycle of anger and my desire.I took out my laptop,
Marrissa's point of view The morning had not even started, but somehow, I had managed to make a complete fool of myself before the day had even properly begun. I sighed heavily, setting my coffee cup down with more force than I had intended. “God, Marrissa, you are such a big fool!” I whisper under my breath. How could I let myself get caught like that? And the defense I came up with? Utter rubbish. My inner voice was not going to let me live this one down.It had all started when I woke up and rolled over to see Morgan lying next to me. He looked… peaceful. A total contrast to his usual self—no scowling, no sharp retorts, just a man lost in whatever dreams his subconscious conjured up. I could not help but stare. I wondered what he had been like as a boy. Was he ever sweet, ever innocent? Did someone love him before life hardened him into the insufferable person I knew now?My thoughts drifted to my baby. I wished—hoped—he or she would take after Morgan in looks because, objectivel
Marrissa's point of view I stared at the card in my hand, the sleek black rectangle shining in the light. I could not believe it. This… this was like a ticket to luxury. To everything most people dream about. Yet, as I held it, it felt strange—too heavy for what it was supposed to be. I did not agree to marry Morgan just because of the Thornhills’ money or their status. I was not that kind of person, and I hated the thought of anyone, even Farrow or Morgan, assuming that about me. I was not someone influenced by shiny things I could not afford. “Mama raised me better than that,” I whispered.Still, a voice in my head whispered persistently, *Marrissa, this is not eljust about you. It’s for your child.*I closed my eyes for a second, trying to push down the conflict rising in my chest. As much as I wanted to be better than this, better than letting someone like Mr. Thornhill buy me, the truth was harder to ignore. My child deserved the world, and sometimes the world demanded sacrific
Marrissa's point of view It was another slow, boring morning at Morgan’s house. Staying there was becoming suffocating, it was more like a cage than a home, and that made me so restless. So, I made the decision to go to work—not because Morgan wanted me to, but simply because I could not stand wasting another day sitting in his over-decorated house.As soon as I entered the company,I saw Glow. She was strolling into the company like she was on a runway, wearing a ridiculously skimpy dress that made her look like she was advertising for something… illicit. I did not even bother acknowledging her existence. I walked past her as though she were invisible. "Typical Glow," I thought. She scoffed loudly as I passed, her attempt at getting a reaction failed woefully. I only laughed instead, quietly to myself. I was not in the mood for unnecessary drama. Not today. Still, the sight of her irritated me. "Who dresses like that on a weekday morning, to work,for that matter?" I thought, sh
Marrissa's point of view I felt so relieved and happy the moment I stepped into the house, and realized Morgan was not back yet. I danced my way to my side of the closet, carefully placing the items I bought inside.I smiled, imagining the shock that will be on their faces when I walk in with Mr Thornhill.The very thought of Morgan or Glow finding out about my plan before then sent a shiver down my spine. They must never know. Not ever. I tucked the dress into the back of the closet, behind a row of old coats Morgan would not even glance at. Satisfied that it was safely hidden, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool water on my face felt like a reset button, but even as I stood there, one nagging question refused to leave me alone: “How on earth am I going to leave this house and attend the Governor’s party without Morgan noticing?”Morgan was not the kind of man to overlook details. He knew my schedule better than I did most days. The last thing I needed was him—or wor
Farrow’ s point of view The morning started as a complete disaster. Nothing—and I mean nothing—was going my way. I stared at my phone, my knuckles white from gripping it too tightly, and shouted, “I said get me the dress I ordered *immediately*!” My voice shook with anger as I paced the floor. “Ma’am, we are really sorry, but the dress is no longer available. It was purchased—” “Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, cutting her off. “I do not care how you do it or where you get it from, just get me the damn dress—or trust me, you will regret it!” Before I could finish my rant, the line went dead. “What?” I hissed, staring at the screen. “Did she just hang up on me?” My chest was heavy with anger as I stomped my foot on the floor. I threw my phone onto the couch and folded my arms, glaring at nothing in particular. “The audacity,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “The fucking audacity.” I took a deep breath, but it was not helping. I was so damn angry. So many things annoyed m
Marrissa's point of view I stood outside the shimmering glass doors of the executive conference room with my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. Behind those doors was a panel of investors, each one a name I had memorized from the dossier Mr. Adrian handed me just yesterday. The Echelon Project. A multi-million-dollar initiative that could reshape tech-integrated education.“You’ve got this,” Samira whispered beside me, nudging my arm. She had tagged along under the pretense of delivering tea, but I knew she was really there to support me. My ride-or-die bestie.I took one deep breath. Then I walked in.Thirty-seven minutes later, I came out looking like I had fought a war and somehow survived. My hands trembled, but my voice had not cracked once. I answered every question, deflected the skepticism, and even got to make them laugh.“How did it go?” Samira asked, practically vibrating with excitement.“I think…” I exhaled, blinking. “I think I killed it.”“YES!”
Marrissa's point of view After my meeting with Mr. Adrian, something inside me shifted.I was not going to cry in the bathrooms anymore. I was not going to let Bianca or anyone run me out.If they wanted a show? I would give them the best damn performance they had ever seen.Samira found me later in the break room, still gripping my coffee cup like a weapon."You look like you are about to commit a felony," she said brightly."Felony?" I echoed, smiling thinly. "More like... a strategic takedown."She slid into the seat across from me, her eyebrows raised."God, I love it when you get scary," she said, laughing. "Tell me everything."And I did.I told her how I would start saving backup files on a separate drive in a hidden folder labeled Birthday Party Clowns. No one would ever check that one. I told her how I would place subtle marks on my original documents. I would use things only I would recognize and if they were tampered with, I would realize immediately.I explained how
Marrissa's point of view Daniel told me to continue working on the Echelon project even thoughno results had come about who would really lead the project.“There's no harm in being prepared,” he said and I agreed.He agreed to assist me in the best way he could and today we were supposed to have a meeting.Well, yes iIt was supposed to be a quick meeting.Just me and Daniel. We were supposed to finalize a section of the Echelon project before the weekend.Instead, it turned into three hours of gisting and snacking. There were two pizza boxes, and one playlist full of 90s hits blasting through the empty office.At some point, I realized we were laughing more than working."I swear," Daniel said between bites of cold pizza, "half of all the good architect are just surviving the ridiculous clients.""Oh, you mean the lady who wanted her lobby made entirely out of glass? Including the floor?" I asked, grinning.Daniel shuddered dramatically. "I tell you."We both laughed.And then — Th
Bianca's point of view I saw everything and I was not only irritated,I was angry.Who the fuck does she think she is. She came in as a freaking newbie and now,she was leading a project I had been working my ass to lead.What the hell did she do to Mr Adrian?I saw the easy smile he always gave her.The way even Daniel lingered by the doorway after her presentation, scribbling notes furiously, his gaze locked on Marrissa like she was some kind of prodigy.It made my stomach twist.Everything about her annoyed me . Her wide eyes and modest outfits and fake humility. She walks about like she had no idea she had just snagged the biggest project in the company. The Echelon Account. My project. At least, it was supposed to be mine.And now, she was everyone's favorite.Including Mr Rodes actually came to the company just to say “Marrissa’s proposal was refreshing. I’m excited to have her work here."Excited?She barely knew which floor the printers were on.After everything I had done, aft
Marrissa's point of view Later that afternoon, my badge beeped me into the sleek, glass-walled conference room. The long table was already packed with managers, strategists, and consultants. And, of course, Bianca was sitting, looking at me like a hawk, her legs were crossed and she was tapping a pen against her notepad with surgical precision.I gulped. Samira gave me a thumbs-up from behind a frosted partition.At exactly one o'clock, Mr. Adrian, Mr Allen and Mrs Spencer walked in. They were all calm and composed,but the room snapped to attention like they carried gravity in their pockets."Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "this is Marrissa and I picked her as the lead on Echelon. We will be hearing her make a presentation as well as Bianca and at the end, we will decide who will really lead the project."There were murmurs in the room . Some looked at me with raised eyebrows and someone even coughed.I opened my folder with trembling hands and began explaining my initial idea
Marrissa's point of view I barely made it home before my phone buzzed again.Samira:> Emergency. > Celebration required. > Meet us at ‘The Olive Lounge by 7:30 sharp. > Dress cute but comfy. Boss Babe orders.I didn’t even bother arguing. Samira had basically dragged me into their circle at full speed with no brakes and honestly, I like it.I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a soft rose-pink blouse, and some ankle boots that made me feel vaguely fashionable, and by 7:20, Samira was honking outside like a maniac."You are ate!" she yelled as I climbed into the car."You are early!" I shot back.Liana and Tasha were already seated at the backseat, waving like overexcited puppies."You look so CUTE!" Liana squealed."She understood the assignment," Tasha said approvingly, high-fiving me.Samira drove away from the curb like she was auditioning for ‘Fast and Furious: The Suburban Edition’."We have ONE mission tonight," she declared with shining eyes."Survive your driving?" I s
Marrissa's point of view I did say I was on fire yesterday right. Well, there was nothing hot in me right now as I stood in front of Me Adria, trying not to crumble to the ground."Miss Marrissa, I had not been hundred percent truthful to you and I think I should now."My stomach twisted.“What is he about to say?” I thought to myself."I didn't give you the entire information because I didn't want you scared or overwhelmed."My legs began to shake, suddenly too weak to carry the weight of my body."May I sit please?” I asked weakly."Oh please, do take your seat, “ he said, gesturing to a chair across from him.I sat down and placed my shaky hands on my lap.I didn't know why,but I was worried he wanted to say something bad. His nt facial expression didn't even make it any better.He wasn't smiling."First, I want to commend you again for your work so far, you have been incredibly good, but…. I'm afraid there is more to do"."You will be attending a meeting this afternoon with top e
Marrissa's point of view I spent Sunday indoors, preparing mentally and physically for tomorrow's work activities.Monday came and I dressed smartly for work. Today, I will attend my first core planning meeting.The Core Planning Team meeting was held on the thirty-fifth floor — the floor with actual glass walls, leather chairs, and a skyline view that made you feel both inspired and slightly nauseous at the same time.I held my new badge so tightly it nearly left an imprint on my palm.Samira had tried to coach me on the elevator ride up:"Okay, listen," she said in a hushed voice. You are brilliant, but you are also new to this. Some of those people there have been here for years. They are not going to throw you a party, Marrissa. Just... smile. Be polite. And don’t let Karen corner you."I frowned. " Who is Karen?"Samira widened her eyes. "You will know when you see her."Great. Cryptic warnings and mystery enemies. “This was fine,” I whispered.The elevator dinged, and w
Marrissa's point of view I woke up the next day with sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. The noise of the city outside was a comforting reminder that I was in a new place.It was Saturday. A day to relax.I stretched lazily on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser I had set up the night before.Deciding to make the most of the day, I slipped into comfortable clothes and tied my hair up. I put on some upbeat music—something with a rhythm that made cleaning feel less like a chore and more like a party. As the melodies filled the apartment, I moved from room to room, dusting, organizing, and tidying up.An hour into my cleaning spree, my phone buzzed with a notification. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked it up.It was a message from a hidden number: “How are you faring?”I stared at the screen, puzzled.“Who could this be?” Could it be Molly or Andre? But why use