로그인MorganThe taste of her lips still stuck to my head even after days. I did exactly the opposite of everything I had in my head. What was so hard about apologizing in the middle of a conversation? I had only wanted to place a light kiss on her lips, just so Paulo thinks it was a play fight but when she tried to push me away, I pushed more into her, and the kiss deepened.I don’t know what spiraled into me almost devouring her right there, against the walls of Paulo's penthouse.The sweet taste of her lips, the firmness of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened to my touch, the feel of her hand on my head, and the sweet feeling of my crotch in between hers. Her thin layered gown made matters worse. The heat of that moment has refused to leave my head since it happened and I can do nothing about it. Not hearing from her makes everything all the worse. The silence kills me as much as being away from her body does.I had dozed off from waiting for her to open the door and walk into m
MorganI knew something was wrong, with the fake smile Paulo had tugged when he saw me and how he kissed her cheek. I walked closer to Winter when I was sure he had left and cocked an eyebrow. “Why break up the party at the arrival of the party king?” “More like the party died at the arrival of the party killer," Winter said, almost rolling her eyes into the back of her head."We both know that's not true," I said, settling my forehead to hers, in quite a very romantic display.Winter smiled, closed her eyes, and tilted her head upwards like she was about to kiss me. I was almost ecstatic.“No need for the charade, Paulo is not here,” She said, rather mockingly.I was distraught, but I’d be damned if I let it show. Somehow, my resolve to just apologize had been washed away just by the sight of her body. I wanted to take her there and then.“You seem focused on keeping up appearances in front of Paulo. What did he say to you?” I asked.Her continuous mention of Paulo is beginning to
MorganI swallowed hard looking at Anderson as he raised a glass of wine to his mouth and then dropped it back on the glass. Yes, I was staring right at him but my mind was far away. I adjusted to get a more comfortable sitting position and then I exhaled. The porch was never a favorite of mine, it has always been more of a prerequisite; This place is where I am most in tune with the banality of normal everyday life. Things like family conversations, snacking, and hanging out with friends, like I was doing with Anderson, who seems to have been talking for a while about something I have long since lost interest in. It was not a ramble, more like a rant that lost its flavor a couple of minutes ago. But Anderson is unaware of that fact, and whatever he was talking about, something about his time in Las Vegas when he was a kid or something, had long since lost my interest. But my continuous input and agreement to whatever he was saying only seemed to fuel his story more and more.“...A
Winter“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
WinterIt took a lot for me to be doing this but somehow, I’ve missed the adrenaline of cooking a dish and the fear of what the outcome may be. I have no idea how commendable it is but jamming to a playlist made by Bella while cooking happens to be the best thing after Morgan’s sandwiches. I know
MorganI kept staring at the email on my screen with a hand rubbing my stubble beards. The sender was asking for a private meeting with me to discuss a partnership with LiqWine. Like the rest emails I’ve had all week, this business man got a word of recommendation from one of the partners we have
WinterI felt the sudden urge to do something—to make Morgan’s brother believe our story. There was nothing else I hated but letting him down. I realized it a few weeks ago and now I’m stuck with wanting to always make him proud. Morgan left saying he had things to do and I gave a small nod becaus
Winter"We need to talk." I was still startled by the way he walked into my room and hearing him say that in the most casual way ever just made me pause."I said we need to talk," he reiterated. My stomach twisted in nervous knots from the pure sight of him in a white polo, hair freshly wet from a







