Morgan Stark Suit Novels & Stories

Stranger hmmm Morgan what do you think would you consider James a Good Man Morgan I can’t say I’m now meeting him for the first time 6 / 7 Stranger ha you crack me up Morgan but don’t you think you fooled him enough maybe you should tell your little boyfriend who you really are When the strangers spoke those words James became suspicious of Morgan and her involvement in this little scheme James what does he mean by that Morgan who are you Morgan then sighed and freed herself then got up and took the gun from The stranger James what’s really going on Morgan I don't understand what's happening were you in on this all along Morgan yes James from the very start I planned everything from us meet

My heart skipped at the mention of that but more than that, I could feel the controlling warmth of his hands tearing through my skin. “Uh—hi,” I blurted out but the suit guy just looked at me and then looked back at Morgan. “We don’t have much time,” he said. “Let’s get this started with.” It felt so good to see that Morgan isn’t the only jerk I’ll be around and this fucking guy— lord help me so I don't kick his balls too.

Suddenly Jaxon moved quickly and slammed Morgan to the floor then disarmed all of his weapons in less than three seconds. Everyone in the room was silent, there was dead silence for a long time because it happened so quickly and suddenly that it took time for their brains to process what had just happened. Even Allen stared at the unconscious Morgan on the floor not far from the sofa, right where the man had been standing alert. He was so dazed that his eyes didn't even blink. After awakening, Allen also moved his head to look at Jaxon who was sitting quietly on his sofa earlier. Allen was silent for a long time processing how Jaxon did just now at high speed with just one move.

The trucks behind us board us to protect us from whatever Erick told the mobster. Dimitri approaches his best friend. I go up the stairs that lead to the main door, I cover my face a bit as I feel the strong light of the crystal lamp that adorns the ceiling of the mansion. My body is thrown forward. Sabrina holds my arm tightly and his face shows me that he is furious. “What's going on?” I speak fearfully. I get alarmed as I climb the stairs that lead to the detention room. It cannot be possible…

My knees carried the lingering weakness that always came after a difficult hearing. Winning should have felt different. Instead, I kept replaying every objection, every interruption, every moment when I thought I might lose my footing. "Not bad, Ms. Hart." The voice startled me. I turned. Charles Morgan stood near the doorway. Even from across the room, he carried himself with the effortless authority of a man who had spent decades walking into courtrooms and leaving with exactly what he wanted. His silver hair was neatly combed back. His suit looked as though it had been tailored by someone obsessed with precision. Only the slightly loosened tie suggested he was human.

He hoped like hell none of them would remember that they’d never seen him kiss Alyssa like that. Mr. Suit listened, then nodded his thanks. Disappointment shadowed his face. The guy in the jeans and sweater had disappeared. “I think we’re good to go,” he murmured to Morgan. “Let’s get out of here.” Again, he took her hand. He led her right out the front door. The crowd on the street swallowed them up quickly, and Jack smiled. Once the danger had passed, once he knew they hadn’t been followed, he could concentrate on Morgan—and every delicious way he could think of to make her surrender.

"Miss, Atty. Morgan is here to see you." I sighed, the weight of the decision I had been avoiding for ages pressing down on me once again. "Send him in.” Moments later, Atty. Morgan entered the room, his demeanor smooth and confident as ever. He was an old man of average height, with a neatly trimmed beard that added to his distinguished appearance. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, and his eyes, sharp and intelligent, seemed to take in everything at a glance. "Ah, my dear, it's a pleasure to see you again.”

Finally not sure what she was staring at, she clasped her hands into fists, then opened them again and hugged her sides, and returned to hunch forward. The door opened, echoing into the silence, and a tall guy she had never seen before came in. He was about 6'2 or so lean and fit, thick dusty brown hair all over the place, a long pointing nose, and a small cleft in his chin. Attached to a strong jaw was a five o'clock shadow. He wore a full dark blue suit. He even had the suit vest on under his suit jacket. He hadn't said anything. He just came in with a folder and a coffee cup from Dave's Donuts. Of course, she thought. They give me the shit, and Mr. Policeman gets Dave's, best in town. "Yo

Ok, here a serious discussion is happening, and I just got to know that someone out there hates me so much that they want me to get arrested. However, why do I want to laugh at the present like there is no tomorrow? Did I also become weird after starting to work here? “I can never trust you all, so you please may leave, and loses you are saying I will get will be cleared by you guys when you pay me.” Mr.Stone said as a final word. “But now your rival is not taking us to his side. Mr.Raghu is hell-bent throwing us outside of his company after hearing about your complaints. We don’t have anywhere else to go.” One client said.

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.