Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

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.

as planned, I kept my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for you. You

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

about more than just physical pleasure. The fifth round could wait

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

not happy when you play with other men. I allowed Ewan because we have

her belly, biting her

pressure on his arousal. "You’re going to be the death of me,

in its absence. She sat up,

he’d let her have her moment. He sat

the plan you told me about go?" she inquired, her

it should. She should be shitting in her pants now, considering we know she’s the target we have

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

was emboldened, knowing that there were other powerful people

Athena. She had mused internally, the thrill of danger

who contracted you to kill Athena?" She

lips, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "I can’t say, Fiona. That’s

huffed, folding her arms across her chest in irritation. "I tell you everything;

mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, like

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.