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For those who bravely face a silent battle with themselves each day. You are never alone.
I sound angry but really, I’m desperate, trapped in an unhappy cycle of yielding to what my husband wants.
A gloved hand lands on my shoulder as Zach pulls up alongside me. “Who’s the girl?” I don’t answer immediately as I’m still too mesmerized, but slowly, I open my mouth. “My angel.”
There’s got to be a hundred other females in here, yet she’s the only woman I see, want to see.
“I’ve been replaying in my mind the moment we’d cross paths again, and none of those scenarios winds up with you running out on me so, please, take a seat.”
Felicity, believe me, I want in your pants. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t because I’m insanely attracted to you. But I have zero interest in getting you naked today if it means tomorrow, you won’t answer my calls. Because I will be calling you. I don’t know exactly what this is because I’ve never been in this position before. I just know I want to be in you and around you.”
I think we all look for validation in our lives, whether it be our successes or simply to be wanted and feel valued,
“You think I’m just going to fall at your feet like every other woman before me?” He shakes his head gently, a tender smile tracing his lips. “No, Angel. That’s my job.”
And he wants me. Jon freaking Morgan wants me.
“Haven’t you got practice tonight?” I reply. “Nope, night off.” “Meetings?” I have no idea why I’m making this so difficult. He quirks a brow. “Meetings? No. I haven’t got any meetings, Felicity, and even if I had, I would cancel them. Stop searching for obstacles.”
Jon Morgan exudes sex. When I say sex, I don’t mean the thank you very much that was a lovely night kind of sex. Oh no. I mean passionate, all-night-long, rail you into the mattress until you see stars and then rail you some more sex.
“How was your day, Angel?” “Busy. I had so much to get through, made worse by this random man turning up at the office first thing this morning, demanding to talk and take me out tonight.” I can’t help but tease and yes, flirt. Because I have zero self-control. Nada. Jon’s eyes sparkle. “Oh, is that right? Well, I need the details on this guy for making moves on my girl. Can’t say as I blame him for trying though.” My girl. My. Girl. Oh, Jesus.
“I find it hard to believe that you’re not etched into the memory of everyone you meet since you’ve invaded every part of mine.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Felicity. I wanted to see you again tonight because I can’t bear the thought of you thinking for one single fucking second that I have eyes for anyone else. You’re all I see.”
Felicity Thompson is well and truly under my skin, her presence as permanent as a tattoo.
She lets out a low chuckle. “How long have you got?” For you? A lifetime.
“Do you have a favorite side?” she asks, looking over at the bed. As long as it’s next to you, then no.
Jon’s brows crease together. “Had rules.” His hand darts out, his rough thumb gently brushing over my cheek. “I had rules, Felicity. I don’t anymore.” “Why not?” “Because you’re breaking them, Angel. One by one.”
“I see you, Felicity, all of you. Inside and out, and you’re so unbelievably stunning.”
See you later and keep your head on until I get there. Tell Felicity I said hi. P.S. if you’ve been texting me while still inside her just know, that sort of shit doesn’t get me off. Fuck off and fuck off.
HAAH i really hope Zach gets a book
She swats at my chest, a playful giggle bubbling up. And if it isn’t the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Jon Morgan is slowly weaving himself into every part of my life, and I feel like we’ve barely scratched the surface.
“Oh, wow, Jon, that’s amazing. You did all that for your brother and family.” “It’s just money, Felicity. At this point in my life, I have more than I know what to do with. My brother is ten times the man I am. He deserves the world. My parents too.”
“Can I tell you something? Well, two things actually.” “Sure, you can.” He hesitates for a brief moment, clearly unsure of his next words. “Number one. I’m not the person they make me out to be. The womanizing cocky bad boy. It’s all just a front, you know? Engineered to keep people from discovering that underneath the bravado, I’m pretty weak. A trembling mess consumed by anxiety over mine and my brother’s future.”
Her hands fly to her cheeks as she takes me in from top to bottom. “Jon, you never said she was this beautiful.” Jon flushes, and it’s possibly the first time I’ve seen him a little embarrassed. It looks cute on him. “As a cucumber. Yeah, right.” He rolls his eyes and stuffs his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.
HAHA
I just hope she won’t make me wait much longer because I’ll wait a lifetime for her. Even if she’s my undoing.
“Date me.” “W-what?” “Date me, Angel. Let me show you how a man should be. Let me hold you, kiss you, take you out, and spoil you. Let me call you mine because, goddammit, I need to call you mine.”
“Not God, Angel. Just me.”
I hear a ruffling of sheets. “Jesus, Jon. It’s huge.” My smile grows wider. “You’ve already told me that, Angel.”
“It’s all Netflix.” A few more beats pass. “Hang on. This is all chick flicks. Bridesmaids, Pretty Woman, Bridget Jones…Jon, are you a rom-com man?” “Bridesmaids is one of the finest movies of our time.”
He turns his head to face the misted glass wall as he brings his hand up and begins…writing something. In a state of confusion, I watch his finger write the letter “I” and then move to another word, “love,” and finally he writes “you.” My breath catches in my throat, and I fight to swallow the lump forming. Realization hits me hard as it begins to sink in. “Is that defined enough for you, Felicity? I’m completely in love with you.”
Adam looks down and scuffs the floor with one of his feet. “We know you’ve struggled, but I want to tell you that you’re the best brother. You’ve stood by me, cared for me, defended me at school, you even bought a house for me.” Tears spill from my eyes, and I quickly wipe at them with the backs of my hands. “If you let her go, I’ll lose her, too. She’s special.”
“Good afternoon Mr. Morgan and Ms. Thompson, I hope you enjoyed a pleasant flight with us today. I’m pleased to confirm we will very shortly begin our descent into Tromsø Airport, and from there you will be collected by your chauffeur and taken straight to your destination.” My breath hitches in my throat as tears begin to prick in my eyes. “Y-You brought me to Norway.” Raising my hand to his mouth, he kisses my knuckles gently. “I hope your dad won’t mind me stealing his idea.”
