Semua Bab Love me, baby: Bab 81 - Bab 90

MORGANA FOSTERAfter literally running away from Ryan, I dash up the stairs to my room. I feel my leg protesting a bit as I stop in front of the door. My breathing is heavy. My whole body tingles with the traces of his touch, emanating from me. I breathe slowly, counting to 10 in my mind. I turn the doorknob to my room and lean against the door, sliding down to the floor with my hand over my chest.Every time he touched me, even if absentmindedly and casually, my heart would flutter, and I'd have a truly audible reaction. Being near him always sent shivers down my spine and made me nervous, even when I was encouraged, of course, not in the simple day-to-day actions. But in actions that required him to be very close or to touch me. That made my heart race, my voice faltered.That's it. I definitely still love him, but I won't say it. I'll never admit it out loud.I head to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes on the way and tossing them in the hamper. I turn on the water and let it ca

MORGANA FOSTERI raise my eyes to meet the man's gaze again. He has angular features, a small frame, but even though he's lean, there's a hint of defined muscle. His hair is curly and in shades of brown, and he has deep, dark eyes, probably a studious type who doesn't get much sleep. Looking at him with a disinterested expression, I don't like people who flatter me, but I can't afford to deny having a friend at the hospital. Especially within my own team.I raise my hand and shake his hand back. "I can't tell you whether these rumors are true, but I can't say they're lies either," I say with a low laugh. "I did very well in my internship last year.""I know!" he says. "I researched a lot about you." He quickly corrects himself, "No, I'm not some kind of stalker. I just genuinely admire people who dedicate themselves to their work.""So, that's what you were talking to that redhead friend of yours about when I arrived?""Who? Keila?" He nood. "Yeah, that must be her." I said. He shrugs

MORGANA FOSTERThe next day, we drove to Rookgaard Airport. I wasn't sure why we needed to take a plane, but here we were. We were directed to a private lounge, and I didn't understand what was going on. I just followed Ryan around until we settled into our seats. Tyron and James had the luggage, taking it to the conveyor belt."Why are we here?" I asked, looking around."We're going to travel in my private jet," he replied, adjusting sunglasses on his face without offering more information.So, we boarded. The trip was quite smooth; I slept for most of it, and the few times I opened my eyes, Ryan was there, looking at me. It was a bit awkward, but I ignored the feeling. We landed on a small airstrip, a reserved island near the Bahamas, with only one hotel in the area.So, I assumed we would be staying there. Ryan checked us in, and I looked around while Tyrion unloaded the car.It looked like a paradise from movies. Palm trees, fine sand, the smell of beach water. Everything is perfec

MORGANA FOSTERIt's a little past 2:00 p.m. when we leave the boutique. Ryan still has a pouty look because I didn't let him into the fitting room, it's adorable. The wind passing by carries the scent of the salty beach water as we walk through the hotel toward the restaurant.Tyron is walking behind us, carrying the bags. I insisted he didn't need to, but he took the bags without even responding to my insistence. We reach the restaurant door, and he turns to Ryan."Thank you for bringing me here," I say, looking at him with a smile. "I think I really needed this.""We both did," he replies, holding my hand. "Sometimes it's important to disconnect from everything and just be present.""Mr. Ryan, I'll stay here at the door," he says, holding the bags and crossing his hands in front of his body."Okay, I'll call if I need anything."I squeeze Ryan's hand and draw his attention to me. He leans his face in so I can whisper."Ryan, he should eat with us," I say. "He's been with us since ear

ELENA KYLEJames is coming back from the airport. It seems Ryan and Morgana are getting along. My chest aches a little with the feeling of loss, but I refuse to cry. I decided a month ago that this wouldn't shake me. So, I won't let it. And the days with James have been good.James arrives while I'm preparing lunch. I decided to put my few culinary skills to use and make something for him to thank him for all the care he has given me over the past few days. My small belly is starting to grow into a rounded bump.Some ingredients of my spectacular paella make me a little nauseous, but I continue preparing the dish because it's the only one I know how to cook perfectly.I hear the front door open. James calls my name from the door."I'm in the kitchen!" I shout back while stirring the broth in the pan.He comes into the kitchen holding a grocery bag, placing it on the marble countertop."Miss Kyle, you shouldn't be cooking," he says, approaching and taking the spoon from my hand.I inter