Olivia was shocked to find herself in Morgan’s bed in the morning. She knitted her brows, as her eyes darted around the whole room in confusion.
Olivia was pretty sure, she slept in her room, on her bed last night. So how then did she end up in Morgan’s room, his bed.
She thought that Morgan was already off for work, but she was wrong. Olivia was about to get up from the bed, when the door to the washroom was opened.
Morgan’s body was wrapped in a black bathrobe, as he walked out of the washroom, cleaning his hair with a towel.
His movements were slow yet steady and heart dropping. Olivia swallowed, trying to clench her fist, but winced inwardly as her nails reopened the bruise from yesterday.
Olivia gathered all resolve she could, trying not to let it falter in Morgan’s face. Afterall, he was in love and dating someone else, so she shouldn’t be bothered with looking at him.
“How did I end up in your room?” Olivia asked, trying to sound as annoying as she could be.
Morgan paused to look at her, his gaze washing over her body. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He cocked his head at her.
“What do you mean? I could remember that I slept in my room last night, so how did I end up in your room?” Olivia retorted sharply, turning to look at him, as her face was now scrunched up in confusion and anger.
“Now you’re trying to tell me, you don’t remember walking into my room, and helping yourself on the bed?”
“No way, I didn’t do that. I’d never do that.” she defended.
“Tsk, who would believe if they’re being told that they sleep walk.” Morgan muttered, clearly audible for Olivia’s hearing.
Olivia snapped, knitting her brows deeper, that it could leave wrinkles on her face.
“Sleep walk? But I don’t sleep walk!”
“Of course, a person who sleeps walk wouldn’t know they sleep walk. It’s kind of a sensitive topic, your parents might not even tell you.” Morgan said, looking pitifully at her.
“You mean I sleep walked into your room, and laid on the bed myself and I might have done it before?” Olivia asked, her voice suddenly getting soft.
“Exactly. I wouldn’t have also told you, if you hadn’t asked. Your parents perhaps didn’t want you to bother, maybe that’s why they kept it away from you.”
Olivia paused, racking her brain on possibilities of how she could digest such an information. She really couldn’t blame her mom for keeping this away from her.
Her gaze softened as she glanced at Morgan apologetically. How she even thought that Morgan would carry her into his room, he was clearly in love with someone else.
“I…I.. I’m sorry, I wanted to..” she trailed off as Morgan cut her off.
“It’s fine princess, your secret’s safe with me.” Morgan assured, flashing her a sweet smile. One that could get a girl on her knees, begging him to be her lover.
“If you’re afraid someone will find out, you can sleep here for a while, while I find a temporary solution. Who knows, you might walk around the compound next time.”
Olivia couldn’t even dare to imagine such an incident where she would walk into security, while she was sleeping. The mere thought of it dreaded her.
Without waiting to be asked again, she agreed to Morgan’s offer of sleeping in his room for a while.
“Thank you.” She muttered, trying not to meet his dark eyes.
He hummed, draping his jacket over his shoulders, as he made to walk out, but paused.
“Nicholas will drive you to the mall, when your classes are over. And, don’t make things harder for him.” He warned and finally left the room.
Olivia nodded, even though she knew she wasn’t making things harder for Nicholas. She was trying to get attention off herself, and if it was about yesterday. Then, she was only angry, about Morgan dating someone else.
But coming to think of it, Olivia was a bit bothered. What if everyone finds out that she was fake marrying Morgan, what really would be her fate?
Xavier woke up to find the blonde slut, still wrapped inside the quilt, the shape of her breasts, poking out of the sheets.
He was aroused which led to going down on her again, after which he discarded her, reminding Franco to pay her well.
Xavier’s meeting with Mr Marco was supposed to be in the afternoon, but Xavier had been on the hotel’s eating desk for over one hour.
No one showed up, not even one of his men. Xavier was angry, he didn’t dare to believe that Mr Marco would stand him up like that.
His patience was already out ran, he got up about to leave, when his phone dinged with a message notification.
Mr Patrick:
Hello, Mr Gilbert, please don’t be offended, we couldn’t make it. Something came up, let’s shift the meeting to 7:00pm in the evening.
Xavier sighed. He needed this contract so badly , if not he would just ignore the crap Mr. Patrick sent.
Xavier:
It’s alright. I’d be expecting you then. Thank you.
With that, he slipped his phone into his shirt’s pocket and left for his hotel room.
Quezon City Hall,
Everywhere was bustling with the press, who were reading to get to the roots of every information they got. Afterall, the industry with the most relative and legit headline, gets to be the top press company.
Inside the large and vast hall, that was extravagantly decorated with luxurious designers and chandeliers, which were all screaming of wasted luxuries.
Everyone in there was dressed to the nines, shimmering and exuding the aura of uncontrollable affluence. One could tell that this very occasion was meant for extremely wealthy socialites, who had nothing to lose, even if they were to spend more than a billion.
They were all lost in their world of discussing business and meeting fellow tycoons, when a black expensive car of limited edition drove into the environment.
“Ohh my God! Did you see that car? It’s money that can last me and my generation the whole of our years of existence!!”
“I hope a demigod comes out of this car!! This car is only one in the world!!”
“Why’s my guts telling me, this must be a young master? He always shows up in a grand style!!!”
Just as everyone was busy praising and admiring the car, the door was opened, revealing a pair of Phoenix dark eyes, molded into an extremely flawless and beautiful face, like he was an art carved by God himself.
“Oh my fucking Lord!!!!”
“How could a man be beautiful and handsome at the Same time?”