บททั้งหมดของ To Be Married To a Sinner : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

WinterWalking into the lobby, I took a moment to just take in the breath-taking view. “Oh wow.” Until a few minutes ago, I was sceptical about what to expect but right now? I really can’t wait to see what’s next.Morgan was right about this one—Sofia. Her auburn hair was twisted into two to fall on her shoulders and the curls just remained on the tip. She was wearing a V-line blue floral gown and her skin just kept glowing. I could see her chest—quite bustier and her legs? Really beautiful in her expensive sandals. Morgan never mentioned where she is from but with the accent, the oval face, pointed nose and blue eyes combo, I’m guessing she’s Italian. I’ve watched a lot of movies to be able to figure that out with just mere features.“I’m so sure you’re going to love this view!” She pushed the door open and my jaw dropped at the sight. “Your room, hunny!”The room is as beautiful as the rest of the mansion. There’s a king-sized bed and tropical themed art on the walls. Open French d

Winter To be honest, I fell asleep to avoid any more questions from Morgan. What the hell did he mean by asking if I’ve got other plans? My stomach kept tying the knots to the thought that I wasn’t going to spend the holidays with my mom or with Bella—the two persons who mean the world to me. I rubbed my eyes gently before taking the duvet off my legs. I checked the screen of my phone and there was a notification of Bella’s text.I swallowed hard because I wasn’t exactly ready to tell her about this and get her reaction. Bella would be so disappointed, no doubt and she’s the one person I never want to disappoint. Dinner. “Ourgh, I better take a shower.”“You should,” Morgan answered from the doorway with a towel around his waist. Oh, my fucking world…My mouth watered instantly as I raised my face to his abs. His hair was still wet and hanging around his shoulders while he kept using his fingers to brush the wet strands. The scruff on his cheek defined his sharp jawline and his f

Winter“The smell of this delicious food is getting to me. Shall we sit at least?” Morgan pushed out an embellished chair for me to sit on and then kissed my shoulder as he watched me sit. Sofia seemed to catch that and blushed for me.“This is going to be amazing!” she announced again before taking her seat opposite us and beside her husband. She must have whispered something funny but it was inaudible and the only result of her joke was the small grin on Paulo’s face. Sofia was still looking at his side, fluttering her mascara-layered lashes. Sofia was sounding quite excited and I was glad that could put a temporary end to Paulo’s questions. I needed to cover up my shock that Morgan could fucking waste seven thousand grand on just a piece of jewellery? Damnit! I suddenly started wondering what it would be like to ask him for money-- maybe he could spare some so I can add it to my mother’s treatment but at the same time, I can’t let him know what it’s to be used for.I need ever

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

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