Chapter 88 SILENCE MY PAIN
POV: PATRICK
I captured Elisabeth's lips with desire. I didn't need to look at the big screens for the scenes to unfold in my mind; everything played like a movie in my head—the worst nightmare for a father. Panting, I broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together. Catching my breath, I straightened up and faced Lis, who had slightly smudged lipstick and subtly swollen lips.
“Thank you,” I smiled elegantly, despite the pain lingering in my chest.
“For what?” she asked, confused, adjusting her hair and wiping the corners of her mouth.
“For all your support, Miss,” I said, leaning in to kiss her again when we heard footsteps. I stepped back, maintaining my composure. “We need the contracts to evaluate who is worth keeping by our side.”
“Yeah, of course, sir, I'll get them,” Elisabeth said, taking a step forward and stopping beside me, subtly brushing her finger against mine so no one would notice. “You can always count on me, Patrick.”
“I know I can, but...” I pulled her by the waist, pushing the door closed and pressing our bodies together, absorbing her scent. “We could have a naughty lesson right here in the office. I've always wanted to see you on all fours over the desk.”
“Mr. Morgan!” Lis's eyes widened in surprise, and she blushed. “We're at work; here, I'm not your girlfriend. I...”
“Fiancée,” I corrected playfully, unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stop it, I'm not your fiancée here. The building is full of reporters. Do you want them to see us after the bomb you dropped today?” She looked at me seriously as I caressed her breasts, bringing my mouth closer. “Patrick...”
Ignoring her protests, I traced my tongue over her exposed skin, sucking gently and leaving a red mark. Lis sighed, the hair on her arms standing up. I moved my hands, pulling her blouse out of her skirt and playing with the waistband before sliding my hand inside, reaching her pants.
“Patrick, please... I know today has been difficult, but...” I silenced her with a kiss, pulling aside the thin string of her pants and slipping a finger into her moist intimacy, ready to be explored. “This is harassment...”
She moaned against my lips as I plunged two fingers inside her, watching her squirm and pressing against her sensitive spot. I moved closer. Lis's hands unzipped my pants, caressing my arousal through the fabric and biting her lips with an uneven rhythm.
“Ah, apprentice, you like taking risks too,” I grinned, turning her around and lifting her skirt, exposing her beautiful round buttocks. I admired them for a moment before lowering my pants, pushing her pants aside, and entering her. “I never tire of feeling you so hot around me.”
“Damn, Morgan...” she groaned, biting the back of her hand to muffle her moans.
I slapped her butt lightly, squeezing as I thrust harder, shivering with each plunge into her wonderful intimacy.
“You drive me crazy,” I whispered, kissing her nape and moving my hands to the front to grasp her breasts. “Move for me.”
I commanded, and she moved her hips, making my thrusts hard. I bit her shoulder to stifle my moan when we were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Mr. Morgan, they need you urgently,” said Greg.
“Stall them, I'm busy!” I replied nervously, seeing Lis trying to push me away to lower her skirt. I shook my head, pressing her sensitive spot with my thumb, still moving slowly and provocatively inside her.
“That's not possible, Heloise is coming here with the reporters for her show. I'd like to stop her, but my methods might be seen as bad for the company.” Clearing his throat, Greg spoke through the door. “I believe you have five minutes; that should be enough time.”
He laughed teasingly, and I punched the door in retaliation.
“Only if it were for you!” I retorted, being pushed away by her. I pouted in protest.
“This was... This is... Damn it, Patrick, you can't tease me like this at work!” Elisabeth said nervously, fixing her clothes and hair. “I'm a mess.”
“Not as much as I'd like,” I rolled my eyes, looking her up and down. “Come back here.”
I took a step forward, and she took two steps back, hitting the wall with her back. I trapped her with my arms on either side.
“Stop playing around. Heloise is coming for retaliation; you need to be ready.” Elisabeth kept her tone serious.
I bit her lower lip, sucking it, pulling her by the hips, and rubbing my arousal against her.
“You'll have to make it up to me for this later,” I said, smacking her buttocks playfully and giving it a light squeeze.
“Aren't you worried about what Heloise plans to do? I think the publishing house has already dealt with enough scandals. We need to repair our image in the media,” Lis said, coming closer, adjusting my tie, and sliding her hand over my chest for support. She tilted her head with a serious look. “Patrick, I'm not sure if we can recover the most important contracts. You know how our clients are; so much controversy isn't well-received.”
“She can scream all she wants; it'll only confirm the suspicions about her mental instability,” I said, kissing her forehead and then her lips. “That's why we're going to make a movie out of your book. We'll prove to the world that no scandal can destroy our company!”
“Our company?” Lis smiled shyly. “Aren't you placing too many expectations on an amateur work like mine?”
“Aren't you underestimating yourself?” I teased, tapping her nose as we heard Heloise's heels clicking down the hallway, accompanied by the vulture-like reporters who kept asking questions. “We'll talk about this later, naked in our bed. Now, let's give the media's crazy star her stage.”
“Is that what you call her now?” Elisabeth laughed softly. “That's not very professional.”
“I'm being polite. The words I use for her can't be said out loud.” I sighed, straightening up and leaving the room with Lis beside me, holding some folders.
“There they are, the lovebirds—the CEO and the mistress,” Heloise shouted, prompting the journalists to bombard us with questions about our relationship.
“Correction, darling, it's the CEO and his fiancée,” I said smugly as Lis looked at me with wide eyes, surprised by the revelation. I intertwined our hands. “Elisabeth Lis will soon be the future Mrs. Morgan.”
The journalists unleashed a torrent of questions. “When did the relationship start? Why did you keep it a secret? Was she the mistress or the reason for the separation between Heloise and you?” The absurd questions filled the air, fueling my anger.
“You've seen the video! Understand the reason for the separation!” I clenched my fists, the vein in my forehead throbbing as I glared at the reporter who asked the stupid question, who immediately fell silent.
“Well, well, congratulations to the young couple,” a tall, mysterious man approached, clapping with a sarcastic smile. “In Seattle, is it possible to get married while still being legally married to someone else?”
I frowned, looking at Elisabeth, who had turned pale, sweating, and trembling uncontrollably, with tears in her eyes.
“It's him... It's...” She looked at me in alarm. “It's him!”