In the most expensive VIP suite of one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, Fiona's laughter rang out seductively, intertwining with that of a male who smiled like he had just gotten everything he wanted.
"I still can't believe he sent a guard to spy on me," Fiona said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Morgan shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe his love is waxing cold, eh? It took him a long time to figure it out. Honestly, I thought he would have discovered our relationship by now. He is so stupid."
Silence greeted Morgan's words, heavy with the weight of their implications. When he turned to gauge Fiona's reaction, he was met with a fierce glare.
"Oh, come on, Morgana… you know what I mean…" He said gently, trailing his fingers around her bare belly, stylishly moving closer.
Fiona moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her right breast, but then she abruptly pushed his hand away.
