Chapter 11

I say goodbye to Morgan with a passionate kiss. It was only supposed to be two days, but surprisingly, I already missed him. What's happening to you, Laura? Get a hold of yourself!

Not even three hours had passed since he left when I heard my phone ring. It was Morgan.

"Hey, is something wrong?" I say, surprised.

"No, were you busy?" he asks.

"No, just relaxing in the bathtub."

"That's good. I wish I could be the water in the tub, so I could caress your entire body," he says with a naughty tone.

"Oh, and what would you do?" I say, teasing.

"First, I would kiss you."

"I think you can do better than that," I say with a playful smile.

"I would run my hands over your body, sliding down to your secret place. I would slowly insert my fingers while watching you squirm with pleasure as you felt me," he says.

"Keep going; imagine that you're right here feeling me, and I'm whispering in your ear, asking for more." I speak with a daring voice.

"You don't know what you do to me, Laura. It's as if your body speaks to me," he responds.

"Then talk to it; tell it you want to have me right now; say that you would savor every detail of my body," I encourage him.

"I would take you in this bathtub right now; I'd pleasure you until your toes curl, and even if you come, I won't let you get tired. You'd beg me for more," he says.

"At this moment, I can feel you inside me," I say as I slowly touch my clitoris.

"That's so wicked," he says, excited and frustrated to be away.

I grab my vibrator and slide it inside me, moving it slowly in and out. While Morgan whispers all the ways he wants to play with me, with my legs trembling with excitement, he can hear my moans. Suddenly, I see the bathroom door opening, and I scream.

"Damn it! You scared me, Fabian!"

"Sorry, Fiorella told me to come up. I couldn't find you in the room, so I came to use the bathroom. What do you think you're doing? You little vixen. I'll wait outside," she says, laughing.

"Oh my God, so embarrassing! I'll be right there," I say, feeling awkward.

Fabian leaves the bathroom, and I go back to talking to Morgan.

"Who's there?"

I just arrived, and Fabian just caught me red-handed with the vibrator. How embarrassing!" I say, laughing.

"As if she's never used one before," he teases.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to be caught by my best friend naked in a bathtub with a vibrator. It's scary," I laugh.

"I'm going to make sure you never have to resort to a vibrator again in your life," he confidently declares.

"How are you going to do that when you're on the other side of the world?" I ask.

"I'll come back to get you. We'll spend some vacation time somewhere," he says confidently.

"But don't you have business matters to attend to?" I inquire.

"When it comes to you, anything else can wait," he replies.

"I don't want to get you into trouble. Sort out your business, and then I'll go wherever you want to take me," I assure him.

"You know I can't stay here for two days and lose you to a vibrator. I might have to kill it for touching you," he laughs.

"That was a good one," I chuckled.

"Now, seriously, I'll take care of what I have to do today, and tomorrow morning, I'll catch a flight back. Get your suitcase ready. Now go talk to your friend. If you need anything, ask one of the staff or call me if you want," he says.

"Don't worry, DOM Morgan. I sent you a little surprise, so you won't get bored tonight," I whisper with a sexy voice.

"What surprise?" he asks curiously.

"Check your phone."

"Wow! That's hot as hell! We'll be together soon, and I'm going to take off your pants with my mouth and make you beg to be taken hard," he replies.

"You better prepare yourself because I'll give you a hard time," I taunt.

"Go to your friend now; don't torture me with that voice. Take care, princess," he says.

"You take care too; see you later."

Morgan hangs up. I put on some clothes and went to the room to talk to Fabian.

"That almost killed me," I say.

"You're the one who almost killed me. Now I have that image in my head, yuck!" she laughs.

"It's not that bad," I say.

"How are you feeling after the kidnapping? We haven't seen each other since then. I wanted to come here, but I felt awkward because of Morgan," she says.

"What do you mean, the devil?" I ask, not understanding.

"Morgan, who else?" she replies.

"Oh yes, well, living with him, you can see that he's not as bad as he seems," I say.

"That man must be amazing in bed for you to say he doesn't seem so bad," she questions.

"Come on, stop it!" I start to cry.

"What's wrong?" she asks, concerned.

"I know he has hurt a lot of people. I'm not saying that's right, but I saw fear in his eyes when he thought he had lost me. He hugged me so tight when he saw me; his eyes were full of tears, and they were swollen. For a moment, I saw that there was still a human being in there. He might be tough with everyone else, but with me, he drops the armor," I explain.

"I saw him upset, but I didn't see it from that perspective. It's hard for me because you're like a sister, and you've grown up with the idea of becoming his wife one day, so I just developed this hatred for him without knowing him as a person. Are you falling for him?" she asks.

"I don't know. Sometimes I just want to run away from all of this and start fresh somewhere else. But there are times when it's like my body is calling out for him, and I don't mean just sexually. When they took me, I was certain he would save me, that he would move heaven and earth to find me," I say emotionally.

"Are you comfortable talking about this?" she asks.

"Yes, it's okay. He didn't sit back and do nothing; he mobilized all his men to find me. If he had taken even a little longer, I don't want to think about what could have happened. That bastard Niklaus hit me and wanted to rape me. He had already torn my blouse and left me in my bra when Morgan and Jack arrived. I've never been so scared in my life," I confess, deeply shaken.

"Wow, friend, you went through horrifying hours. Morgan gained some points with me for acting quickly to save you. And who was this Niklaus?" she inquires.

"I don't know. All I know is that he was an enemy of Morgan's. As if the crazy woman in the hospital wasn't enough. But let's change the subject. We've only talked about disasters. How about we go out for a drink to liven things up?" I suggest.

"Sure, it's fine with me, as long as it doesn't cause problems with Morgan," she says.

"I'll let him know, and we'll take some security guards with us, and that's it. Go pick any outfit from my closet and get ready; I'll call him," I reply.

"Okay, let's go out and have some fun."

I call Morgan, but he doesn't answer. He must be in a meeting, so I left a message informing him that I'll be heading to the nightclub he owns.