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Morgan opened her mouth in surprise and then closed her eyes in a sincere smile. “I like your Majesty, but not like that.” She said with an assurance I had never seen in a female before. “He is dear to me, but not like this. And I want him to be happy. You have become a good friend of mine. The only one, actually. How could I not wish you happiness, too?” Morgan was, without a shadow of a doubt, a creature of pure feelings. Her presence was calm and made me feel welcome in that luxurious but cold palace, like a tomb.

He insinuated further and almost immediately, the two youngsters were brought to their feet to greet the other party back. "Good evening, Professor Morgan." Audrey and Steve said almost in sync with one another; low and behold it was no other than their teacher who coincidentally specialized in Beasticology! "Oh come on, kiddos! No need to be so formal. There is just the three of us here." Professor Morgan insinuated with a big bright smile; a dent on his right cheek appeared as his smile grew wide. This dimple of his was what won him the title of 'a million dollar smile'.

Morgan let out a contemptuous scoff, a mocking smile once again curling across his lips as he looked at Camelia over Noah's shoulder. "How cheap," Morgan sneered in a low voice dripping with disdain, casting one final look of disgust before striding away with heavy footsteps, leaving them behind.

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ "It's nice to meet you Morgan,” I gestured, my hands stretched humbly with a smile. "You know boy, I'm not your mate. You should have some little respect for that name, C'mon." Morgan said, his laughter filled the room, a champagne in his hand. "I know man, but Morgan....." I stopped halfway, after unintentionally mentioning his name again. "Don't misuse that position of yours, I might as well come for it.” Morgan's finger pointed at me in stern warning but the large smile on his face says otherwise.

she said, seriously gazing at him . 'Just look at his expressionless face like he is suffering from facial nerve paralysis. I can't stay in the same room with him lest his gloominess is contagious.' Her inward thoughts were really ugly. This was Lucas Morgan afterall. The most handsome and eligible CEO in town. It's just that ever since he took over the Morgan group of companies, his smiling face seemed to have been wiped out of the surface of the earth He always wore that cold and expressionless face of his.

He says and I smile, nodding at him. Morgan. We eat almost everything and by the time Reece drops me back home, I'm as stuffed as a pig.

Catherine said with anger in her eyes. "Ohh" Irish smiled. They all continued their meal in silence and Morgan was almost lost staring at Irish who had worn pink shorts and white sweatshirt after freshening up,her hair was in a tight ponytail which highlighted her beautiful face and she even had striking eyes. He's attracted to her, he has never seen anyone look this beautiful without wearing make up,she was much more natural than the women he was accustomed to who always wear makeup, perform breast and butt enhancements.. He's so happy Ethan lost this gem to him.

I looked up and noticed Morgan hadn't bothered buttoning back his pants; his cock was still standing like a tent pole from inside his boxers. Kathy soon left and I came out of my hiding place just to see a stupid smile on Morgan's face. “I guess you are used to hiding under the table,” “Fuck you,” I said angrily, clearly embarrassed. I knew his statement was supposed to be a joke,but it wasn't funny to me. The real joke will be him coming out with his tenth pole visible to all.

“The problem with your games is that they are becoming dangerous. I already wished to feel more. The mysterious man seemed to read my mind, opening my mouth and leaving it slightly open. His tongue threatened to enter, remaining provocatively at the beginning. On impulse, I leaned forward, seeking more contact. He withdrew his advances, smiling: “Behave yourself; I'm the one who sets the rules!” I stopped, looking again at Mr. Morgan, completely relaxed. I admired his features; the CEO's face was sculpted with striking characteristics that exuded confidence and authority. His smooth, highlighted tan skin highlighted the perfection of his well-groomed skin. The jawline was strong, with a meti

The adoring smile stayed on his face and he cut the fabric away from the wound. “Problems?” Morgan asked, seeing the smile on his face, it was a little confusing to her. ‘Besides the hole in your shoulder no.” He said, shaking his head. “Then what's with your face?” She asked, chuckling. “I was just thinking.” He muttered studying the wound.