Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Marrissa's point of view It was another slow, boring morning at Morgan’s house. Staying there was becoming suffocating, it was more like a cage than a home, and that made me so restless. So, I made the decision to go to work—not because Morgan wanted me to, but simply because I could not stand wasting another day sitting in his over-decorated house.As soon as I entered the company,I saw Glow. She was strolling into the company like she was on a runway, wearing a ridiculously skimpy dress that made her look like she was advertising for something… illicit. I did not even bother acknowledging her existence. I walked past her as though she were invisible. "Typical Glow," I thought. She scoffed loudly as I passed, her attempt at getting a reaction failed woefully. I only laughed instead, quietly to myself. I was not in the mood for unnecessary drama. Not today. Still, the sight of her irritated me. "Who dresses like that on a weekday morning, to work,for that matter?" I thought, sh

Farrow’ s point of view The morning started as a complete disaster. Nothing—and I mean nothing—was going my way. I stared at my phone, my knuckles white from gripping it too tightly, and shouted, “I said get me the dress I ordered *immediately*!” My voice shook with anger as I paced the floor. “Ma’am, we are really sorry, but the dress is no longer available. It was purchased—” “Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, cutting her off. “I do not care how you do it or where you get it from, just get me the damn dress—or trust me, you will regret it!” Before I could finish my rant, the line went dead. “What?” I hissed, staring at the screen. “Did she just hang up on me?” My chest was heavy with anger as I stomped my foot on the floor. I threw my phone onto the couch and folded my arms, glaring at nothing in particular. “The audacity,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “The fucking audacity.” I took a deep breath, but it was not helping. I was so damn angry. So many things annoyed m

Marrissa's point of view Oh yes, guess what day it is today. You guessed right—it’s the Governor’s birthday party, and I can not even begin to describe how excited I am. It’s the event of the year, where every rich and important elite gather under one roof, dressed to kill, chatting and laughing with champagne glasses in their hand. Everyone who matters will be there, including me, of course . But, do you know that Morgan Thornhill, my so-called husband, had not called or texted me since he left town. Not even a quick “how are you?” or a courtesy beep. Nothing. I could tell you it did not bother me, but it did. A little. Okay, maybe more than a little. Still, I have decided to return the energy. Let him enjoy his time with Glow, his precious little distraction. I pushed the thought of him aside and slid out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. Today was not about Morgan or anyone else. Today was about me. Did I tell you I booked a session at ‘Doll Society Salon’? Yes, the Do

Marrissa's point of view The moment I stepped out of Mr. Thornhill's sleek black car and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall with Mr Thornhill by my side my breath caught in my throat. I stopped in my tracks, and looked around.Could this be real? Could a place truly be this beautiful? Everything around me felt like a dream—no, not a dream, a painting, crafted by the most talented artist alive. The chandeliers, enormous and dripping with crystals, glittered like constellations. The soft, golden light they cast reflected off the marble floors, which were so polished I could almost see my own reflection. The walls were adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, catching the light in ways that made the entire place glow. Velvet drapes hung elegantly from floor-to-ceiling windows, their deep crimson hue adding warmth to the grand space. Even the scent in the air—roses and a faint hint of something woody—felt deliberate, as though it had been chosen to complement the splendo

Marrissa's point of view "What did I just hear Morgan say? Did he just confess his hidden feelings for me and did the words I heard exactly come out of his mouth?""No, it can not be, Morgan Thornhill, my arrogant CEO and husband could not have just confessed he gets jealous when I'm close to another man."I tried to put my thoughts together, but his lips on mine made it difficult for me to even think properly.My body responded like it had been waiting for his touch for a long time.Damn, I felt betrayed by my own body.Morgan was kissing me like a passionate lover who had been away for a while, he was biting and nibbling on my lips. I reached for his hair, felt it between my fingers. He sighed into my mouth and his hands moved to my back He caressed my waist, rubbing his hands on my ass and molding it with force. I groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Our eyes connected, and I could have sworn I saw a flicker of something I had never seen in him before.He wanted to go further.