Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee II

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Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee II 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. "Don’t try to make me forget," She said, her voice firm but her heart fluttering. "I don’t appreciate you calling Ewan stupid. He is just in love with me. Who wouldn’t be?" Morgan scoffed, unimpressed. "Well, it seems like the charm is wearing off. If not, why would he send a guard after you? It sounds more paranoid than protective." "To look after me? He doesn’t appreciate me going out late at night. That’s a form of love, Morgan," she retorted, crossing her arms in indignation. "I see..." Morgan said, not truly understanding but willing to play along. "So how did you even see the guard, and how did you convince him to be on your side?" Fiona licked her lips sensually, trailing her long fingers across Morgan’s chest, occasionally teasingly lowering her touch but always withdrawing before she went too far. She relished in the way his body responded, clearly longing for her. "Well, I’ve seen most of Ewan’s security detail before. Since I thought we would be meeting at the club as planned, I kept my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for you. You know how much I’ve missed you." Her hand grazed his lower region, and as she looked at him through sultry eyes, she purred softly when he emitted a grunt of pleasure. It was another thing she liked about Morgan. Even after four thrilling rounds of passion, he was still aroused and ready to go. However, this conversation couldn’t wait; their business was about more than just physical pleasure. The fifth round could wait until later. "Immediately I saw him, the moment our gazes met, I sauntered over and grabbed him by his—well, you know. I asked him how he was doing. Dude was scared at first. But you know me..." She trailed off, but Morgan’s scowl was not lost on her. "I’m not happy when you play with other men. I allowed Ewan because we have a lot to gain from him. But others?" He trailed off, his tone possessive. Fiona giggled, tapping the head of Morgan’s arousal that now poked at her belly, biting her lip teasingly. "Oh, come on. We didn’t have sex. We just danced around." Morgan huffed, his resistance waning as Fiona increased the pressure on his arousal. "You’re going to be the death of me, woman. Didn’t you say we have things to talk about?" Instantly, Fiona’s hand fell away, leaving a coolness in its absence. She sat up, pushing the bedsheet aside and revealing her naked form, confident and unashamed. Morgan’s mouth watered at the sight, but he’d let her have her moment. He sat upright and leaned against the headboard, maintaining his composure. "So, how did the plan you told me about go?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "It went well, as it should. She should be shitting in her pants now, considering we know she’s the target we have been tasked to eliminate for the last two years." Fiona’s face clouded with confusion. When Morgan had contacted her days ago, she had been annoyed at first, voicing her irritation when they finally met. But his touches had quickly soothed her, and once he revealed who Athena was—or who they believed her to be—she felt an unsettling mixture of fear and exhilaration. Yet she was emboldened, knowing that there were other powerful people who wanted Athena dead too. Poor Athena. She had mused internally, the thrill of danger surging through her. "But who contracted you to kill Athena?" She pressed, her voice low. Morgan pursed his thick lips, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "I can’t say, Fiona. That’s too private." Fiona huffed, folding her arms across her chest in irritation. "I tell you everything; why can’t you tell me everything too?" Morgan laughed snidely, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, like you told me about your escapade with the waiter?" Fiona paled, shifting away instinctively, but Morgan pulled her back, his grip rough and a touch painful on her arm. She bit down on her tongue to suppress the wince of discomfort. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing weakness. "You told me to kill him because he disrespected you. Yet my sources say you slept with him just for some cash," he accused, his voice low. Fiona remained silent, recognizing that any explanation would be unnecessary. She knew how to read the mood; better to accept whatever punishment he intended to mete out rather than argue. "You have been a naughty girl," Morgan muttered, slapping her lightly on the cheek, a grin spreading on his face. "And I’ll treat you as naughty girls should be punished." Fiona sensed a thrill at his words, yet deep down, she wasn’t in the mood for a rough encounter tonight. "I’m sorry," She mumbled, hoping he would let the issue slide. Morgan’s eyes widened slightly at her admission. "That’s new," he remarked, but quickly shifted back to business. "Well, that’s beside the point. After all, I don’t think Ewan can overlook the scars on your arms and buttocks when you return to him." Fiona bit her lip. She didn’t mention that Ewan had never had sex with her; instead, she merely nodded and asked, "So what exactly did you do? You never told me." Morgan chuckled, his smile slow and predatory. "I kidnapped her children..." Fiona’s mouth dropped open in shock. "She has children?" Morgan nodded, an amused glint in his eyes. "You didn’t know? We haven’t found her husband yet. He’s as elusive as she is." Fiona let out a sharp breath, relieved but simultaneously intrigued. Not Ewan, then. She couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at her momentary fear. Just then, her phone chimed loudly, a reminder that it was now midnight. A pang of urgency filled her. "I have to go, Morgan. Ewan might be waiting." "Forget Ewan. Come here," He commanded, his voice a mix of authority and temptation. Fiona felt helpless against his touch, the heat of his body drawing her in as he pulled her close to him once more.

Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee II

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