Morri's P.O.V.
I was on my way home from my wedding when I received a call from the doctor, informing me that my mom was throwing tantrums again.
"Alex, turn the car. We're going to the airport," I told Alex, closing my eyes. I wasn't in the mood to engage in a conversation with Amira.
I wasn't even sure if I would ever have a conversation with her. I planned to leave her to suffer, just as my dad made my mom suffer.
I didn't want to relive memories from my horrible childhood, so I did my best to shut out any creeping thoughts.
As I was still calming my nerves, I heard Amira talking on the phone. My interest immediately piqued.
There wasn't much of a conversation between her and the caller; she simply ended the call.
Just as I had expected, she must be proud and egoistic like her dad.
I planned to make her pay for everything her dad did.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard a light snore.
Was she already asleep?
I opened my eyes and saw her peacefully sleeping. She looked delicate and innocent.
Despite wanting to wake her up, something about her appearance made me reconsider.
Originally, I planned to take her to Belgium where I was keeping my mom, but I decided to go alone.
"Alex, turn the car. Let's drop Miss Amira off at home," I instructed. Alex turned the car, and in no time, we were back at her place.
Michael was waiting at the doorstep for me. He was my right-hand man and a childhood friend.
He knew why I married Amira and what I intended to do with her, but he wouldn't stop me. After all, I was his boss.
I lifted Amira from the chair and carried her inside.
Her warm breath on my neck played with my thoughts. Her lips were succulent and full, and her fair skin radiated under her complementing red gown.
Despite my desires, I wanted nothing more than to rip that cloth off her body and have my way with her.
I placed her on the bed, and my eyes were drawn to her bosom. She wore a sleeveless gown that slightly exposed her bosom.
Her neck was alluring, and the thought of leaving hickeys on it crossed my mind. After all, she was mine now, and I could do whatever I wanted with her.
My phone rang once again. It was the doctor calling, and in an instant, all the desire I had for her vanished, replaced by anger.
"I hated her even more for making me desire her.
Before I left, I switched on the CCTV camera.
I was going to watch her every move until I come back.
I arrived in Belgium and saw my mom. She was chained to her bed and screaming like a madwoman.
She had ASD, Acute Stress Disorder, as a result of the trauma she faced while being married to my dad. It's a pity my dad didn't live to get his own portion of my revenge.
I was going to exact that revenge for my mom, and I was going to do it through my dad's best friend's daughter. Edward's daughter is going to pay the price for the sins of her dad.
I held my mom, and she immediately calmed down as if she was expecting me to come. I soothed her to sleep and then went to freshen up.
When I came out, the scenes from the house were playing on my laptop, open on my table.
It was already morning over there. Amira was already eating.
I watched her admire my house, even my painting. If she knew what that painting signifies, she would dread touching it.
The way she was gobbling the food made her look cute. She looked really petite in that gown she was wearing.
I was already playing out scenes in my head when I reminded myself why she was there. I immediately left the system and went to bed.
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I woke up with a start. I had a nightmare again.
My childhood was haunting me. Every single thing my dad did to hurt my mom was hurting me, and it pained me that I couldn't do anything about it.
Wait! I could do at least a little thing. I stood up to check out my prey when I saw her crying. She looked really hurt. I thought she was happy.
The way she was crying hurt me.
The only thing that has ever hurt me this way was seeing my mom in pain
. I picked up my phone and called my pilot. I am going back. My pilot was surprised I had to stay two days in Belgium.
When we arrived at my house, it was already late. Michael, as usual, was standing at the door waiting for me. He had been alerted about my return.
"Morris, how's your mom doing?" Michael asked me. He was the only one brave enough to call me by my name.
"She's fine but will be even better when I finally have my revenge," I said, filled with hatred for the Edwards family. They are the only ones available to receive that hatred."
I entered Amira's room, the room was dark I had to switch on my phone, she wasn't on her bed.
I stepped out into the balcony and I saw her petite structure coiled up like a ball. She had fallen asleep while crying and must be feeling cold.
I lifted her and took her into the room, she was slightly shivering, this might be as a result of the cold I thought to myself.
Once laid her down on the bed, she held me and didn't let go of me.
I wasn't about to fall for the only person I ever want to punish in this world.
I was about to stand up when my lips brushed hers, the heat I was trying so hard to surpress rose again and this time I couldn't control it.
I kissed her with so much anger and passion at the same time, she returned the kiss, she was fully awake by the time my hands started working around her body.
The indecision within me was evident as I reached out and traced the curve of her jaw with my fingertips
. The touch was both gentle and possessive, conveying a desire that has already consumed me
The kisses were fierce and demanding, a battle for dominance that neither of us intended to lose. We melded together, our bodies pressed against each other, unable to get close enough.
My hands moved with a mixture of tenderness and unyielding strength, I explored her body as if i wanted to unravel every secret she held.
I wanted to but at this point, I was so consumed.
I wanted to stop but I couldn't.
I found my way to her inner thighs and started playing with her, she let out a moan and that was what it took to break the single strand of self control I had.
I inserted my two fingers into her core with speed, she gapsed and let out a moan at the same time, she lifted her hips as a way to urge me to start moving.
I flashed a grin. Since I couldn't get myself to stop I can at least make her beg.
I removed my fingers and she opened her eyes to look at me. My heart skipped when our eyes interlocked.
Her eyes was filled with so much desire that I felt my junior grow to it's full length.
She was poking a part of me that I didn't want to explore, she looked at me with pleading eyes, I wanted to tease her the more but that would mean giving myself blue balls.
I inserted my fingers again and the time I started moving it. I increased my speed and with time could feel her shaking . She let out a small cry as she reached her climax.
When she released, she was already a bright pink, she looked more seductive without even trying. I wanted to take her instantly, I wanted to claim her but i held myself back.
I stood up and entered the washroom to freshen up.
When I came out, she was sleeping peacefully. How could she sleep this peacefully?
Instantly, I regretted doing anything with her.
I wished that I had at least stopped myself from going any further.
I left the room and went to the underground office where Michael was already waiting for me. I sat down and lit up a cigarette.
We both sat like that for a long time before Michael broke the silence.
"Morris, you do know that you are already falling for her? And your plans to make her pay will come to a halt," Michael said.
"I would rather hang myself than fall in love with her, Michael. Love doesn't exist. My parents are proof enough that love exists only in storybooks," I replied while looking at my mom's picture on my table.
"Michael, you know how much I've waited and longed for this very opportunity to seek revenge. Do you think something as feeble as love will make me dump my mission?
This is something we've been planning for a long time."
"You know how we planned this all from the beginning.
How we both paid off Mr. Edwards' capable workers to leave the business, how we were able to infiltrate the company's inner circle by buying off one of the directors.
How we were able to send one of us to meet Edward to come to me for financial support,
the banter and back and forth we had with Edwards before he finally agreed to sell his daughter to me?"
"Michael, you know what it took us to get to this point.
Do you think I will jump the gun now because of love?" I asked. Michael didn't reply; he continued puffing his smoke. I smiled and relaxed.
What I just said now was a reminder to myself as well that I can't fall in love with her. I have to despise her. I need to make her pay dearly.
"What are we going to do about her friend?" Michael asked.
The question wasn't a surprise.
I knew her friend had started making research about me.
I couldn't care less. If she tries to come in my way, I will do to her company the same thing I did to Edwards' business.
"Allow her to play around and then strike her if she tries to act funny," I replied.
Amira's POV:
I lay on the floor of the balcony, eyes red and thoughts spiraling out of control. I didn't know when I fell asleep. I wasn't really asleep when I heard footsteps approaching.
I suddenly felt light, and then I realized I was being carried.
The sweet fragrance and the manliness emanating from the person carrying her made her hold onto him tightly.
He must be Morris, her husband, she smiled inwardly. Her husband was here, and he was taking her to bed.
I felt him drop me on the bed. He was about to leave when I held him tightly. I didn't want to let him go again. I wanted him beside me. In fact, I wanted him inside me.
He struggled and managed to push me away before our lips brushed. I was about to kiss him again when he went for it. He kissed so hard that I tasted blood on my lips.
The heat and passion from what he was doing to me made me blush intensely.
He was dominating every part of me.
He was like the alpha male I had heard of.
He unleashed a passionate fury within me, igniting a wildfire that burned through my veins. I felt every form of pleasure until I climaxed.
I wanted more, but he was holding back. I sensed it.
He withdrew, and I waited for him to come back, but my eyelids started closing. I tried so hard to stay awake, but I couldn't.
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I felt some movements around me, and I opened my eyes. It wasn't yet bright, but I could see a silhouette on the balcony, and I could tell it was a man. It must be Morris.
I remembered what happened the night before, and I blushed bright pink. I stood up to go talk to him.
Standing at six feet tall, he possessed a commanding presence that could not be ignored.
His dark, tousled hair fell in charming disarray, giving him a carefree yet sophisticated appeal.
His broad shoulders and sculpted physique showcased his dedication to fitness, hinting at the strength that lay beneath his polished exterior.
I blushed at the silly thoughts coming to my head. I have fallen deeply for this man. We just have to get to know each other more and move on.
I was about to speak up when I heard him speak
. "Are you going to say anything, or are you going to keep drooling?" I flinched.
This is not what I was expecting from someone I almost had sex with last night or even from my husband.
"I just wanted to speak to you," I said, though I wasn't sure if he heard me because I could barely hear myself.
"Okay, go on, say what you want to say or go back to the room," Morris said rather unfriendly.
I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. He wasn't speaking like someone who adored me the way I adored him.
"Michael said you'd be coming back today, but instead, you came back yesterday. Is there any problem?" I asked him, hoping he wouldn't misinterpret my question.
There was a pause before he replied.
"So there must be a problem before I return to my own house?" he replied.
I shook my head vigorously. "No, no, please don't misunderstand me."
I tried to change the topic. "About what happened last night..." The tip of my ear was already turning pink when he cut me off.
"What happened last night is what happens between married couples, and I was just fulfilling my obligations as a husband," he replied without even stopping to breathe.
That wasn't the reply I wanted to hear. I was still feeling disappointed when I heard him say, "Go take your bath and come make me breakfast."
I looked up at him. "But we have Alvera for that." My reply must have vexed him because he turned immediately and stared dead into my eyes without showing any emotions.
"Amira, you're going to be making my breakfast, and that's final. You don't get to question me, or there will be consequences."
He said this and left the room.
I was scared. His demeanor scared the wits out of me.
He sounded and looked like a predator.
He said we did what married couples were supposed to do, so that was what it meant to him. He didn't feel anything other than that. I was the only one who thought something serious had happened.
"What am I going to do now?
I have never prepared food for anybody except for Anna, and she had confirmed how bad of a chef I am.
Morris is already angry at me for whatever reason. It would be worse now if he were to eat the food I am going to make."
"Alvera is going to help me. She's just going to make the food while I claim I'm the one who did it."
I went to the washroom to have my bath, and when I was done, it was already bright.
The sun was already out. I still haven't gotten used to the fact that my wardrobe is as big as this. I picked yet another simple dress.
I sat down in front of the dressing mirror and decided to do very light makeup. I am going to impress my husband.
By the time I was done, I went downstairs and into the kitchen. Alvera was already there.
I told her straight up that she was going to make the dish while I tell Morris that I'm the one who made it.
I got a shocker when she replied to me. "Ma'am, Sir said I shouldn't cook today. He said you'd be in charge of the kitchen from now on. I just have to run errands for you when you need me."
It didn't occur to me that Morris had spoken to her and instructed her not to help