In the morning, when Olivia woke up, she had expected Morgan to be out of the bed already. But when she turned around, her hand accidentally hit his chest, making her jump up in shock.
She paused for some seconds, waiting for him to get up and then spout nonsense. But it seemed to be her imagination, because Morgan didn’t move or talk more than waking up.
Olivia adjusted her position so she could have more of a view of his face.
Even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed. His extremely gorgeous and flawless face with sharp features, exuding an aura of manliness and elegance.
Olivia’s fingers twitched to pinch his face, he was so handsome that she wanted to leave a mark on his face.
“Are you just going to keep staring at me?” Morgan’s deep voice groaned, as he shot his eyes open, letting them fall on Olivia.
Olivia was startled, she quickly retracted her hand, looking away from his face. “Who said was staring at you?”
“Hold on, were you going to pinch my face?” Morgan asked, knitting his brows.
Olivia snapped at him, “What? No!”
“Your fingers say otherwise.”
“My fingers, now talk? Maybe I should inform Nicholas, you seem not to have recovered from the drug effects.”
“Leave” Morgan muttered, his voice mixed with anger.
At that point, Olivia regretted what she had said, she wished she could take back those words, but they were already out.
“I’m sorry, I-i-”
“Get lost!” Morgan deadpanned, looking away from her.
Olivia knew no amount of what she was going to say would make him calm. She already used the wrong words and they got him annoyed. She got up from the bed and left the room, her eyes trailing back at him.
Morgan wouldn’t accept someone using his accident or situation to make fun of him, especially not Olivia.
Immediately she left, he got up and went into the washroom.
******
In a place that seemed to be a basement. Three huge and gruesome men sat on a rock, their faces embedded with ugly looking scars, making them look more evil.
Their eyes were red, as they puffed out large flakes of smoke, filling the air with tobacco scent.
“That bitch, isn’t taking my calls, did she forget what I asked her to do?” The first man started, his eyes shimmering with anger.
“Let’s wait and give her a little time. I’m sure she’s still under the influence of the drug.” the second man said, puffing out smoke.
“We can’t give her that much time, what if the boss gets angry? Who’s going to answer for it?” The third man, butt in.
They were still talking when they heard noise coming from behind them. Immediately they stood up, taking out their guns.
“Who’s there?” The second man growled, his eyes scanning everywhere.
“Don’t you dare pull the trigger. Put your guns down, you idiots!” A deep baritone voice growled angrily, making his way into the place.
The men paused, giving themselves a knowing glance before they dropped their guns.
“Boss?” they muttered in unison.
They knelt down, as soon as he was close to them.
The boss stood, his face covered thoroughly, that only his eyes could be seen. But the cold and dangerous aura emanating from him, was something, not to be trifled with.
“What is delaying the job?” She asked, turning his back on them.
“She hasn’t been taking our calls. We should give a little more time before we make our next move.” The third man, spawled.
“What more time do you plan on giving her? Go look for her yourselves. She’s too obsessed with that asshole that she might think of backing out.” The man growled.
“Okay boss.”
With that, three of them got up and stormed out. The man who had his face covered, looked around the basement, a proud smile escaping his lips as walked out.
******
Classic Quench Breweries,
Morgan sat in an office, alongside Vincent and Chandler, with Nicholas, who sat opposite them.
They decided to meet at Vincent’s company, since he was the one who took care of Ava last night.
Chandler glanced at Vincent, motioning him to say something. Morgan seemed not to be in a good mood, especially after what happened with Olivia.
“I took the girl’s phone. You know, I’ve been thinking why they would use her as bait against you, when you’re not even a womanizer.” Vincent tilted his head, shooting a glance at Morgan.
“That girl seemed to be related to your wife.” He blurted.
Chandler shot him a glance, a mischievous smile escaping his lips, “Related?”
“I know about that. What did you do with her phone?” Morgan muttered, looking unbothered.
“Hmm, I thought as much.” Vincent added.
“I just stopped replying to messages, when those idiots weren’t going to say something useful. They kept threatening her to take your pics and copy those files, what a foolish move?” Vincent chuckled.
“I know, Xavier has a hand in this, but he isn’t the only one. I just need to focus on the rest, he’d be easier to deal with.” Morgan stated.
“Xavier, must have looked into your wife’s background to find out that girl is related to her.” Chandler butt in.
“That’s true. We could find the other accomplices, but we’d have to go back to the club. That girl said she bumped into a waitress, and that was how she got that scent.” Vincent added, pouring wine into his glass.
“Bribed a waitress or dressed as a waitress, either way, we’d find out.” Chandler shrugged.
Morgan smiled, a mischievous and calculated one.
“I think I would just join the game. Nicholas, drive the girl here.” Morgan said, glancing at Nicholas.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Chandler laughed, exchanging a knowing glance with Vincent.
“Exactly what you’re thinking.” Vincent nodded, in a sing-song tone, dropping his wine on the desk.
“You never cease to amaze and make me proud. We’ll play along them.” Chandler said arched his brows in a funny manner.
Nicholas got up and left the office.
*****
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