All Chapters of To Be Married To a Sinner : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MorganWith one notion in mind, I took the upstairs entrance to the club with Liam. He was dressed in a blue button-down shirt while I wore my Tom Ford chinos and a T-shirt. Opening via the biometric lock to step out onto the mezzanine, I heard Liam's expression of shock. He paused, like he had just seen something he wasn't expecting.He's not the type of guy to be here and I could see it from the way he looked around. The strong, slow-driven beat rattled through my bones as we walked further. Hot sex hung in the air. Predictable sounds; chuckles, and groans echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceiling. I tilted my head, narrowing my sights on the people fucking in the middle of the room."Wait, what?"I turned to look at Liam who was still looking around. "Where the hell is this?" He asked. "A place we can have fun.""Fun?" He queried. "Except watching people fuck themselves, I can't see anything else that can be referred to as fun.""You have the option of finding out

MorganThe moment I turned around and caught her standing across me, I felt something deep inside."I uh— I wanted to make something but I wasn't sure I could. Your fourth rule," she blurted out and I squinted."What about it?" She frowned. "It's everything. Your fourth rule says I cannot go near anything that belongs to you and in reality, every single thing belongs to you. Except for my clothes and maybe my room.""And who says your room doesn't belong to me too?"She rolled her eyes fearlessly making me feel a twitch in my pants. I am so attracted to her feisty attitude. Her hair was drawn up into a messy bun on the top of her head, and she was wearing a baggy pair of sweats and a white crop top with no bra. She was incredibly comfortable and sexy at the same time and I couldn't help but get lost for a second."You don't get it, do you?" She queried and I looked back at her. "You gave me a rule and that rule makes me restricted enough to starve. I didn't read it anywhere in the

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 shower, and his face still covered in a thick scruff that I couldn't exactly stop looking at."I heard you." I swallowed the ball that was forming in my throat. "I'm just wondering what you want to talk about.""You have to meet my brother," he muttered and I raised my brows."You can invite him over. I actually promised him pancakes whenever he comes around.""I'm not talking about Anderson," he interrupted. "Hell, I wouldn't be here if it's Anderson you have to meet."Although that sounded really harsh, I kind of understood where he was coming from. Anderson and I are already acquainted and we could pass for friends. When I realized what that meant, I parted my lips. "You mean Paulo?""Y

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 but it isn’t that easy.Nothing is ever easy if I have to operate discretely and at full capacity. I still need to not take actions that could blow off my cover and now that Paulo wants to meet , it sure has hell isn’t the right time to get involved with so many partners and whatnot. I have always trained my mind for this moment—the moment Paulo would ask to meet her. I feel like they’d have a reason to doubt me when they see her. Not because she’s not pretty, Fuck, Winter is actually very beautiful. Everything about her radiates beauty but it’s a more reserved type. One that you have to get closer to get inebriated and I really can’t explain what it does to me each damn time. I scoffed

WinterThe plane jerked and I gripped my armrest so hard that my knuckles were beginning to hurt. “Are you okay?” the man next to me who so happens to be my husband asked.“Why not?”“You don’t look very okay,” he answered. “I can tell it’s your first time getting comfy seats, delicious food, and extra legroom.” God, I feel like strangling Morgan Flamur. I have tried my best to act like I’m used to this experience but the fact that it’s my first time flying in a business class can’t really stay hidden.“I can also tell you enjoyed the meal—seared filet mignon with red wine.”“Of course,” I responded and stared down at my phone aimlessly scrolling until I could feel his eyes on me. “Want to know what else I can tell?”“No.”He laughed. “I can tell you’re very nervous, not just because of this long-ass flight but because you’re about to meet my brother.” I tried to look away but all along, his eyes were on me. He wasn’t helping—if I have to keep up with this act then just maybe he co