Mag-log inWinter“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath and stared at the screen of my phone. I dialed the number again and hoped she'd at least hear me out.She picked after the second ring and I exhaled. “Bella, just listen to me okay? This—this was not my fault.”“Of course.”“Look—I agree that this doesn’t sound good but just trust me.”There was silence for a second. “I just hate how this is turning, Winter. I don’t know what you’re thinking but it’s not helping.” “I know and I hate it so much too.”“What do you hate so much?” A familiar voice echoed from behind me.I turned immediately and my eyes adjusted to the tall man in front of me. Paulo was no longer wearing his black suit but the inners that looked just as expensive. “I’ll call you right back,” I muttered to the phone and ended the call before she could say something silly. “Eavesdropping?” I asked.“I don’t eavesdrop.”I know I’ve said too many things about Morgan Flamur but he’s nothing like his brother. Actually, his brother
WinterMy lips were parted to answer Sofia’s questions but I knew if I don’t shut my mouth, I’d be moaning out.I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest and the slippery wetness of my pants becoming more. My entire body was suddenly speaking a language I promised myself to not speak throughout this trip. His warm hands move again and the moment I realized he was actually going on with this, I gasped. How the hell would I continue this trip acting like nothing happened if he gets to finger me? I know it’s a front we’re putting but this—this is too intimate to not ruin me.The moment my phone pinged, I grabbed it, excusing myself from the table. Nobody asked a question, neither was a brow raised to the best of my observation. I walked away fast enough to get into the restroom. I’m very glad I chose to wear a bra despite having firm perky breasts because I could tell from the way my body was reacting that my nipples are very very hard.I slipped a finger into my dress and I wasn’t w
Morgan“Cut us a break,” I said in that dictatorial voice trying to dislodge them from asking any more questions.I can see Winter is already exasperated and truth is, I am too. I have been straining myself for so long and the only thing I need is a break to use the restroom and probably get off the painful throbbing pain my cock is feeling. Glad I brought the blazer here, I kept it on my thigh to cover my hard-on while I just listened to them blab but now—no more blabbing.“What’s wrong?” Winter asked looking in my eyes. Heck girl, you know what is wrong.“Remember we have a long night ahead? You need food.”“And I’m eating.”“While being asked a bunch of questions,” I reminded her. “Do you have a problem? With the questions?” Paulo asked and I looked at him, clenching my jaw.Winter wiped her hands with the silk napkin and extended an arm to my thighs and shit—I feared that she might feel my hard on and know what exactly she’s been doing to me.“It’s okay baby, I’ve got this.”No y
WinterI could tell even Morgan had no idea what the surprise was and so we kept waiting for the unveiling."In one…..two….. three!"Suddenly the door opened and a very handsome young man dressed in a black T-shirt and black tailored chinos walked in. I know that shoe—a high-quality shoe from Berluti.I was in awe, no lies were spotted.Not just by his impeccable fashion sense, but by how he had a different look entirely for this.Unlike the usual pompadour cut he had when I first saw him, Anderson was now on a buzz cut.I caught the smirk on Morgan's face as he approached our table and the clap from Sofia dieddown. "Oh my God! Take a look at you!" she said, beaming with smiles as she hugged him. When he spread his hands to allow her to hug him better, I noticed the flower.Such a gentleman."Hi sis," Anderson said and my brain went-sis?"I’ve missed you so much," Sofia told him audibly."Not a chance that I didn't miss you back.""Guess it was worth a lie," Morgan blurted from besid
Winter“The smell of this delicious food is getting to me. Shall we sit at least?” Morgan pushed out an embellished chair for me to sit on and then kissed my shoulder as he watched me sit. Sofia seemed to catch that and blushed for me.“This is going to be amazing!” she announced again before taking her seat opposite us and beside her husband. She must have whispered something funny but it was inaudible and the only result of her joke was the small grin on Paulo’s face. Sofia was still looking at his side, fluttering her mascara-layered lashes. Sofia was sounding quite excited and I was glad that could put a temporary end to Paulo’s questions. I needed to cover up my shock that Morgan could fucking waste seven thousand grand on just a piece of jewellery? Damnit! I suddenly started wondering what it would be like to ask him for money-- maybe he could spare some so I can add it to my mother’s treatment but at the same time, I can’t let him know what it’s to be used for.I need ever
Morgan“No.” That wasn’t what I was going to say even though she was right. “Just get your hair fixed and let’s leave.”She hummed and I reached for a box of jewellery that I got as a gift. “Here, an accessory that matches your dress.”Her jaw dropped and I tried so hard to not look at her boobs and her curves but I failed woefully.“You got me this?” she asked, taking it from my hand and opening it. “Oh my God, Morgan--”“Just so you can put up the ‘my husband bought this for me’ thing.” A small chuckle escaped my mouth and she joined me. “How about you help me wear it there? It would be so romantic.”“Too cliché,” I blurted. “I mean, you can wear it here yourself and just give me the glory there.” She looked away, not reacting to that and I continued doing my thing with just an awkward silence between us. When she looked around for something that looks like a mascara—I stole a quick glimpse of her—her olive skin looking it’s best and the cleavage, shit. “I can see you staring,” W
Winter I waited for this day like my life awfully depended on it. Giving a small smile at the nurse who let me inside the ward, I turned to see my mother's pale face on the bed. "Oh baby," she called raising one hand slowly to reach and squeeze my bands. "I thought I lost you too.""Never Mom. Y
Morgan“Did she really say that?” Liam asked dropping his glass of vodka on the slab. I could tell every single thing that was going through his head as I told him about the incident between Winter and my brother.I pushed my hand through my hair knowing I needed to talk with Anderson. Knowing what
MorganMy eyes darted to where she pointed and I saw a small bag on the table. I looked back at her trying to understand what was going on and why she wasn’t looking like she was in any trouble anymore.“Did he say anything to you?” I asked, waiting to hear how she slipped and told him what we had
Morgan“You think that was a wise thing to say? Fucking hell, Morgan—we’re trying to get these motherfucking stains off your name and you just keep ruining it.”I growled as I listened to Liam rant across me. He was dressed in his usual black suit style while his hands raked through his hair and hi







