Chapter 4

Winter

It took approximately twenty-four hours which is an entire day to understand what the fuck he meant; but when his Lawyer briefed me on how they needed to keep Morgan’s reputation clean, I got the memo.

It had been rumored that after the last scandal of him being the reason his father’s company ran into a loss and never recovered, investors did not want to be involved with the company.

Not just that, he also had a bad reputation for sleeping around and now they need to debunk it but it needs to appear real and that is what the jerk needs me for. To attend all interviews, and events and be seen everywhere with him.

I looked at the pile of questions on the bed and frowned because they were too much. I readjusted on the bed and continued reading past interviews to help me understand him better.

“I have such a high libido and I don’t mind a quickie anywhere.” I read that out with so much disgust and looked at the next question. Do you think you’re capable of falling in love?

Again, I read out the response Morgan Flamur gave. “No. I haven’t seen anyone who can handle all my fantasies.”

At that point, I got exhausted and just tossed the document away. Morgan needed me to familiarize myself with some of the interviews but none of those shit was helping me.

I may have never gotten the opportunity to be a public relations specialist but I sure as hell knew what to do in a situation like this. I looked at my phone beside me and cussed immediately.

I had barely ten minutes to finish up and get ready for the interview with my supposed husband which would be our first public appearance. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was going to be quite an asshole but everything I’ve just read about him, his sexual life and all the shit the world does not need to know just confirmed how fucked up my life was about to get.

As if the devil had sent him a text to be on time, the door to my room flung open and Morgan walked in. His gray eyes scanned the surroundings for a second before he finally turned to me.

“I see you can also be obedient.” His thin lips rose into a smirk as he cocked an eyebrow at me.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me he was referring to the pile of documents on my bed. I just remained there, waiting for what he was going to say next. Before he could utter anything else, a woman stepped aside and I frowned. The woman in her thirties who seemed to have a painted smile on her lips, gave me a small nod.

“This is Linda,” He continued. “And she’s going to get you glammed up.”

I felt the urge to tell him I didn’t need anyone glamming me up for shit, but when she looked at me and smiled again, I resisted the urge to be an asshole.

“I need her as good as new,” he instructed and Linda gave a small nod. “Yes sir.”

Morgan’s phone vibrated in his pocket and his muscles flexed as he retrieved his phone from his pants. I studied the expression on his face as he looked at what I guessed was a text.

My session of observation was interrupted with a hand on my shoulder. “This way, Mrs. Flamur I have to make sure you are what Mr. Flamur wants.”

****

Shit.

That was the first word that came into my head when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Words could do no justice and I had to blink to make sure I was the figure there and it wasn’t just a dream.

“Mrs. Flamur, you look incredibly beautiful and so hot.”

Linda was right. The red dress hugged my curves in all the right places and pronounced my hourglass figure. The wide V-neck accentuated my cleavage and the stretchy fabric stopped right above my knee.

“Thank you for the dress,” I blurted and she shook her head.

“That wasn’t me. Mr. Flamur made the pick.”

“Oh.”

I stepped forward and turned my backside to the mirror so I could capture that view when I heard Linda’s voice again.

“She is ready, Sir.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat as Linda said those words to Morgan who was standing right in the doorway. I felt my skin crawl as he looked at me but a part of me kept peeking at his face to get the reaction.

“Did she give you a hard time?” he asked.

“No, sir. She was cooperative and quiet.”

He wasn’t moved by my transformation and the more I tried to act like it wasn’t anything, the shittier it made me feel.

“This way, Winter.” His hands gestured to the door like he was about to open the door for me but he didn’t. He was only showing me my way out like I was blind.

I took well-calculated strides because although the heels were my perfect size, I wasn’t comfortable. As we got into the car, I noticed it wasn’t the same car he used in bringing me in yesterday.

“I’m sure you understood the content of the documents,” he said coldly “Because you cannot afford to make any silly mistake.”

His voice was authoritative and non-negotiable so I just gave a small nod even though it was clear that none of that shit was helpful. What can I say about my husband?

“There’ll be cameras and you better eat like a human. I saw the way you ate last night and you can’t embarrass me that way.”

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment and I swallowed hard. I had a couple of questions to ask but none of it was making any sense in my head.

“What?” he asked. “You need me to teach you how to chew?”

“No,” I snapped. “It’s an interview. Why do I need to eat?”

“Uh,” he blurted rather unapologetically. “There was a change of plan. It’s a dinner with some of my investors.”

By the time the car came to a halt, I forced my gaze away to stare through the window and the number of persons outside made my heart skip and my stomach growl. Everything felt so wrong for so many reasons. First, he made me read a bunch of documents overnight in order to prepare for an interview and now he changed his plans and was taking me to a fucking dinner that I knew nothing about.

The driver came down first and opened the door and just as I turned to get down from the car, Morgan stopped me. “Remember that you are madly in love with me.”

“You wish.” I stopped myself hoping he didn’t hear that.

I exhaled by the time Morgan got down from the car and turned to stand beside me. His strong scent permeated the air again and I took a minute to look at him. He was dressed in a black tailored tuxedo and his thick stubble added to the look he had of a man on Forbes cover.

“Oh my god!” A loud voice called and we diverted our attention to the feminine voice who was a blonde. “You must be Winter!”

I froze the moment she said that and another set of interviewers rushed to us.

“I thought you said it was just a dinner,” I whispered and Morgan parted his lips. “I guess this comes first.”

“Can you tell us how it feels to be married to the most attractive man in New York City?” The blonde with flawless makeup asked.

“Do you think you made the right choice by getting married to him?”

I paused, trying to force a natural smile on my face. “Yes.”

Another interviewer pushed a mic to me. “Winter Flamur, can you tell us your major disappointment in marriage?”

Oh, there are so many of them but with a small smile, I shook my head. “None, so far. Morgan is the best husband and I love him.” He pinched my waist in that moment as he was holding me and I felt like punching his balls.

“How long have you guys known?”

“Are you aware of his past and how it can also taint yours?”

“Do you think you can handle a man with such a ferocious appetite for sex?”

“Are you a sex addict too?”

“Now that’s enough,” Morgan interrupted using his hands to shun them away as he led me away.

“Do you think Morgan Flamur loves you?”

“One more thing!” another voice creaked and fuck, Morgan paused.

“How else can you prove to us that you are madly in love with each other?”

Hot flames bubbled in my veins at the way the question was thrown so my eyes darted to Morgan. Licking my lips nervously, I waited for him to tackle the question himself but he just lowered his gaze to my lips. I knew that look and what his eyes meant but my brain thought against it. No—it can’t be.

“You know what to do,” Morgan whispered without removing his eyes from my lips. “Don’t you?”