"So how was work today?" He smiled as they got into the car, starting a conversation with the same question he'd asked her since she'd started her volunteer work at the institution, but which Charlie always felt was sincere, no matter how many times it was repeated.
"Mirabel's puppies have been born! Of course I was a little sad that I couldn't be there to support her, but oh Morgan, they're so adorable! Damn it, I should have introduced them to you!" She huffed, angry with herself.
"Everything is fine." he laughed, as he started the car "Tomorrow I can give you another ride and then I can be attacked by all those fur balls until I fall to the ground... Again."
“It's been an amazing day, admit it." Charlie chuckled, remembering the occasion where Vivian took a day off to celebrate her wedding anniversary and Morgan had offered to replace her, making all the animals fall in love with him at first sight.
Not that Charlie doesn't understand them. She knew well how she was.
"And I also want the opportunity to explain myself to Vivian." he commented and, in the face of Charlie's confused expression, he ended up explaining, embarrassed "I know I already talked to her the last time when... We ended up getting caught in a compromising situation." he cleared his throat hard, looking away to the road ahead of them "But I still don't feel good after she saw us holding each other like that. I don't want her to end up thinking our relationship is anything more than a friendship."
At the sound of those words, Charlie's heart shrank almost to the point of disappearing. With a grimace, she glared at him, even though she knew he couldn't see.
"And what's wrong with that?" she questioned defiantly, attracting his attention due to her icy tone "What happens between two adult people is nobody's business, no matter what kind of relationship they have."
With an unreadable expression, he just stared at her, until he finally spoke hesitantly.
"I thought Vivian was your friend."
"And she is. But that doesn't mean everything that happens in my life is her business. If you and I were having sex, what does it matter?" Sullenly, she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the fact that her nipples had hardened just thinking about that possibility.
"Charlie...!" he gasped and the sheer horror in his expression only made Charlie even angrier.
"What?" she grunted, slumping deeper into the passenger seat. "Does it surprise you that a girl who just turned 20 knows what sex is? Well, I have news for you, my schoolmates found out what that was much earlier."
“Charlie!" it was his turn to grunt, before interrupting himself abruptly, taking a long breath right after "I know that today's youth are much more liberal... In these matters... " Morgan swallowed, embarrassed "And I'm not saying this shouldn't be taken lightly, but, there's no point in letting others think we're doing something like this..."
“Why do you keep talking like you're eighty?" she huffed. "You're as young as I am."
"I disagree." instead of smiling as she expected, Morgan's expression became even darker, almost bitter "I'm old enough to be your father, so it's up to me to take care of your being. This includes your reputation."
“How many guys do you know who were parents at the age of fourteen?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow, relieved to finally see him smile, even just a little.
“Boys are having babies earlier and earlier these days."
"And being grandfathers at twenty-eight? Wow, what a difficult life..."
“What really matters is...” he cut her off gently, with a warm smile, “Call me old-fashioned, but I think making love should involve... Well, love." as those hesitant words came out of his mouth, he scratched his stubble covered cheek and Charlie had the impression of seeing a slight blush underneath "Casualty is good from time to time, but it can be a much more special experience when it involves feeling. And, well…” The gleam that came into those eyes made her heart melt completely, flooding her chest with that heady feeling she only felt for him, “You're special, Charlie. So I want everything you experience to be perfect. This includes the way other people see and treat you."
"Well..." With her face burning and not being able to think hard enough to think about how this conversation could evolve into something that ended with the two of them naked in the backseat or saying that they loved each other, she just laughed. nervous "If this was a hint about me needing to leave Anthony's mansion, know that you can take me to your apartment any time you want."
"Of course." He smiled and Charlie almost had a heart attack at the thought that her dream was about to come true, when he suddenly pulled his cell phone out of the glove compartment and stomped on any hope she might have had. me. "Don't worry, I'm only going to be there for a few days until I find myself a new apartment. So, you can stay there as long as you like."
"Forget." Charlie grumbled, trying hard not to whimper in sheer frustration. "The restaurant is just up the road. Park and let's go eat. I think I need two burgers with extra meat today."
When Morgan's mother, Isabella Sullivan, was still alive, she was proud to say that she was raising a gentleman. And until three years ago, before a pretty, reckless girl jumped into a fountain in front of him and turned his world upside down, Morgan didn't even have to put in the effort to put into practice the education his mother had given him. How disappointed would Isabella be if she could see him right now, unable to take her eyes off Charlie's ass as they walked out of the restaurant? Surely she would make a point of gouging his eyes out so he could never do something so indecent again. Which, perhaps, was a good thing. Just maybe, he really should do this to himself. Maybe that way the heavy cock between his legs would find a reason to calm down whenever Charlie was around. Clearing his throat to try to contain his indiscretion, he opened the door for her, trying to focus on anything other than her sweet scent, the mesmerizing sway of her hips, her full lips or the way the b
"That was close, wasn't it, little friend?" Morgan murmured softly, gazing tenderly into the kitten's wide gray eyes. "You gave me quite a scare, you know that?" with all calm and kindness, he extended his hand towards the cat, who flinched even more and hissed loudly, showing the teeth, although it was visibly trembling "No need to be afraid, I don't want to warn you. I just want to make sure you're not hurt." Patient, he waited the time necessary for the kitten to calm down and feel safe enough to, step by step, even still very cornered, get out from under the car and approach him. Moving slowly to disturb the animal further, as Charlie had taught him, he gently stroked the back of the cat's ears until it relaxed enough to allow itself to be picked up and examined. "You look fine..." Morgan muttered to himself, as he ran his fingers and eyes over the little guy's legs and belly. "But I'm not an expert, so I think it would be best to see a vet to be sure..." he couldn't help a chuck
Charlie wasn't good at being sexy. It was a sad reality, but if the first step to solving a problem was realizing it existed, then she had to admit it: she looked ridiculous in that outfit. With a sigh, Charlie flopped onto the bed, her breasts nearly bouncing out of the neckline of the shirt she was wearing when her back landed on the bed. The fabric was stretched to the limit across her chest and belly, almost to the point of being see-through, drawing attention to all the places she didn't want highlighted. Growing up with her grandfather, she learned to be confident and love every one of her curves and marks, no matter how many people might judge her because of them. But after three years of watching Samantha throw herself at Morgan and seeing the dozens of high-society fake friends she had doing their best to keep their bodies thinner than a sheet of paper, she could no longer look at herself without thinking. whether it was true that Morgan would never be attracted to a woman li
"He's really good at sneaking…" Morgan grumbled "But at least I'm glad you guys are getting along so well already. Not that he had any other option but to fall in love when it comes to you." he teased, looking at her tenderly. "Oh, Morgan... It's so beautiful... What's the name? It is yours?" Charlie asked, stroking the kitten, euphoric "And why did you bring him here?" “Well, I'm terrible with names, so I thought I'd best leave that part to you." Morgan came to sit beside her again, with a smile that couldn't disguise her anticipation "And well, it would be the most logical thing to bring it here, since, from today, you own it." "What?!" she gasped, torn between feelings of shock and excitement. "Me?! Like this? You know I can't bring any pets here..." Contentment gradually gave way to bad memories, making her sigh sadly "It'll be like last time, with Waffles." “Don't worry, I've thought about it." His hand rose to the top of her head, stroking her "I will not allow Samantha to mi
There were many things Morgan expected of Anthony Manson, from misdemeanor to trying to get around their contract and getting money in illicit ways. Which, to be honest, he even knew that Anthony was trying to find ways to do it, but couldn't because of his vigilance. However, he would never have expected his partner to die so suddenly. Sitting in the hospital waiting room, with a dejected Charlie snuggled in his lap, Morgan stared at the door where the emergency room doctor had just exited, after breaking the news that Anthony had died after a massive heart attack. In fact, he was already dead before they even got an ambulance out of the mansion. With his head aching from the whole situation, Morgan searched his memory for any indication that Anthony could be sick or feeling the least bit bad in the last few days, but he didn't find it. He looked the same as he always had: obsessed with his work and ready to squeeze every penny out of anyone who careless around him. Of course, hear
“You could take forever if you wanted to." he soothed her, kissing her temple "Don't worry about it. I understand perfectly." All the way to the Manson mansion, and even when they quickly packed the few belongings Charlie wanted to take from there, the two remained silent. And Morgan only broke it when they finally parked at his condo and he was forced to caress Charlie's cheek, to wake her from the sleep she had sunk into, holding Sawyer, after they had left the mansion. "Darling..." he whispered against her ear, making her shudder, waking up "It's okay, we're here." Gently, he lifted her again in his arms, making her gasp. “I can walk, you know?" She blinked heavily, looking torn between drowsiness and stubbornness, as well as embarrassment. “I know, but you don't have to. You've worn yourself out enough for one day. Besides, it costs me nothing." aside from the fact that he was getting to enjoy the addictive sensation of having her warm body pressed against his, but of course he
For a moment, when he woke up, Charlie thought he was still dreaming. It was the only possible explanation for why Morgan's arms were around her waist, pressing every inch of her body against his, including the exposed part of her chest that the parted shirt revealed. For as long as possible, which she would have stretched out into centuries, Charlie was frozen in place, afraid that any movement would wake Morgan and end that perfect moment. So she just remained relaxed, her cheek resting against his chest, and breathed in deeply of his scent, wanting to memorize how it felt to feel him so close. The only part of her that couldn't settle, of course, was her mind, and before long she found herself lost in a myriad of fantasies and scenarios where she could feel even more of his heat, run over every inch of his skin with fingertips and finally find out what his kiss tasted like. Of course, sleeping with him for real would be fantastic, but it just wasn't what she wanted anymore. To be
"Of course not." he interrupted her, taking her face between his hands, visibly anxious to calm her down "I know you didn't do that on purpose, so there's no point in getting angry, especially when it's very clear that you're feeling worse than you are. that I for all of this. So trust me, Charlie, it's okay. It was nothing." He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, as he had done many times the day before, and Charlie thought that it wasn't so bad to be upset sometimes, as long as he continued to comfort her in that way "And thank you so much for having tried to do this for me." “I wish I had." she huffed, still furious with herself. “Well, remind me to teach you some cooking basics later." He chuckled. "Now, will helping me clean all this make that pout go away?" He glared at her mouth, but quickly looked away. “We'll see…” she sighed regretfully. “Anyway, it's the least I can do. Tell me what I have to do." So for the next half hour, the two of them busied themselves cleaning