MORGANA FOSTERWithin minutes of answering a call, Ryan was gone with a lame apology to his family, leaving a heavy atmosphere behind. I tried my best to ignore whatever he came to do to me.He hadn't given me a single explanation, but I knew he had left to find Elena. My heart ached, and I had to keep the smile awkward.At the end of the night, James guided me back to the house from the mansion. He was a handsome man, too handsome to work as a simple driver. Always polite and kind. Treating me much better than my husband. I sighed heavily at the realization of that fact.The way back was silent. James wasn't much of a talker and neither was I, which limited our interactions. Arriving home, I walked up the stairs with heels in hand and went straight to the bedroom. I took a hot shower, getting rid of the thought.“What is he doing and who is he with now?” I got out of the shower, putting on a white satin nightgown with lace and comfortable panties. Like most likely, Ryan would spend th
RYAN BURKE After Morgana left, I looked at the papers on the table and leafed through them. She had actually signed. My heart had a brief twinge of pain and I didn't understand why the feeling. I wanted the marriage to end for a long time, and I only married that woman because of her father's illness, which, after a while, sensitized my heart and made me continue in my grandfather's foolish contract. Now there was a reluctance within me to sign back and get rid of her. What was wrong now, then? She wasn't a terrible wife. In the first year we were married, she didn't impede my goals, nor did she intrude on my relationship with Elena, so understanding. She even cooked some things that I liked. I felt a bit like a jerk for having a relationship outside of marriage, but since it was only a nominal marriage, I felt a little better as time passed. I always went out with Elena to dinners and private parties, causing no big fuss, otherwise, my grandfather would kill me. Since Morgana did
Morgana Foster The hallway was quiet today at the hospital. We just had an emergency in the morning. A girl had arrived with her leg caught in a car wheel. It was a simple procedure to remove the tire and a minor surgery to mend the bones in the broken foot with the orthopedic staff. Now I was just walking around and looking at some past patient charts. "Doc. Foster!" Elliot smiled when he spotted me and walked towards me. The blond hair, the honey brown eyes, along with the slender and tall body made him irresistible. He could easily be a role model, no doubt. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "How are you? Are you enjoying working here?" "Hi, Doc. Sharon, I'm loving everything!", I smiled at him and collected myself after the greeting. What a charming and kind man, "I hope to enter the residency program next year, I am very excited about the results of the internship!" "Glad you like it!" You are an excellent candidate for the residency vacancy! I'm sure you'll make it.
MORGANA FOSTER Everything seemed normal when we arrived at the nightclub. The sound was loud and the lights were flashing. People were dancing in some places. I rolled my eyes around the place, not spotting them."Where are they?" I asked, turning to BethanyShe stretched her neck into one of the reserved areas of the club and spotted the group of doctors sitting in a reserved area, my eyes following her all the way."Got it!" she said, pulling me by the hand across the room.They smiled at us, so we made our way there, asking the dancers in the middle of the dance floor to excuse us."Ladies!" John Nardek, the heart surgeon, was the first to greet us. John was 1.87 meters tall, with black hair, brown eyes and a plump, velvety mouth. He was wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans and a black leather jacket that outlined his slender body.This was the first time he had made a greeting outside the formal.He raised a glass of beer in a friendly greeting, "Welcome!""Hello!" we replied t
RYAN BURKE When Morgana left the room, I could see Elena in full rage. She went in next and closed the door behind her. Her fists were clenched, and she could feel the air darkening behind her. “What do you have to tell me about this scene?” she said. Her blue eyes glistened with tears that pooled at the edges. “Nothing!” Her face paled as she looked at me in disbelief. Obviously, she wouldn't believe my story., “Nothing happened.” “And you expect me to believe you?” She began to cry softly. Looking at the floor, she walked heavily and leaned against the door, dragging her body until she sat down. “You said you wouldn't see me because you wanted to concentrate on work!” I snorted silently, shrugging at her. “And that was exactly it!” I went to the closet to get some clean clothes. I grabbed a white cotton shirt and black sweatpants. I got dressed and continued talking, while changing clothes that still smelled strongly of cigarettes and whiskey for clean ones. “Elena, my love, do
RYAN BURKE I left the company at 20:00 that night, went home to take a shower, and did not find Morgana. Winnie told me she had gone out to dinner with a friend.My body felt an undercurrent of panic for a few seconds, but I relaxed my face and went upstairs. Today I would have dinner with Elena.I wouldn't feel bad for someone I don't love. Everything is fine. I wore a gray suit with a white shirt, a black tie, and dress shoes. I got in the car and headed toward Elena's apartment. She looked beautiful in a lilac dress, with a small slit on the side, a white heal that curved around her legs, a bracelet I gave her a few years ago, and her hair pinned to the side. Magnificent! I reached out to help her into the car. I tightened her belt, and we headed to the restaurant. When we arrived at the restaurant, some customers who were sitting recognized Elena. A slight commotion started, and they saw some flashes. After a few pictures, we sat down at a table. In the opposite corner, I saw M
Morgana Foster We arrived at the apartment. Bethany came down to help me lead Elliot to the bedroom. She was wearing funny pajama bottoms from the bananas in pajamas we bought at a thrift store. It was really fun when we used them together. Her incredulous expression, seeing Elliot's condition, turned funny as she got closer. “Oh, My God!”, She said, supporting his arm on her shoulders, ''How much did he drink?'' “About five bottles of wine.”, I said, supporting the other arm and walking to the elevator, “He got into a silly alcohol dispute with Ryan.” “Oh, no!” She wobbled a little under his weight. “Did you meet Ryan on your date with Elliot?” “Not only him, Elena was there too!” I used my support body for her to get up, and we continued walking, “Elliot suggested some help. We pretended to be on a romantic date, but everything went downhill quickly because of Ryan's jealousy and desire for control!” “It had to be the bloody paper husband!” “I know you don't like him very muc
Morgana FosterWhen he finished putting on the T-shirt, the muscles were tight, fitting perfectly and nostalgically within it. Now he looked like one of my teenage crushes. I stood there, unable to take my eyes off that delicious body. He walked gracefully and leaned against the wall in front of me."Oh, heavens," I whispered.He teased with a mischievous smile. The shirt is tight on broad shoulders, bringing a youthful vibe."Are you staying or going?" approaching slowly, my eyes following every move like a hawk. Leaning against the wooden door. One of his hands touched my face, leaving an electric trail, "Honestly, I'd like you to stay, but the choice is yours."His fingers played with the exposed skin of my neck. Looking deep into his eyes and the plump, prominent mouth. But I couldn't.I wanted to. I wanted it badly. Screw Ryan.An impulse later, his lips were already pressed against mine. Sucking and sucking every part of my mouth and tongue as if he could dominate me right there.