Morgan's POV
"Any plans for Thanksgiving today then?" I asked as I rummaged through my clothes.
"Darling I'm not American I do not celebrate Thanksgiving. However I am on a plane to Ibiza as we speak." Elizabeth responded.
We were on a video call so I'll take this chance for her to help me to pick something to wear for the evening. Elizabeth fashion sense is pretty amazing even though our style is a bit different I know she can help me.
"Right, I forgot you are Bri'ish." I joked.
"You are not funny."
I grabbed two shirts and showed them to Elizabeth through the camera—ignoring her comment. "Which one?"
She put her shades up on her head and looked at the both. "The black turtle neck is a bit basic for Thanksgiving isn't it? I like the white turtleneck better, however you would look delightful in both."
"I'm flattered that you think so."
I trew the black turtleneck on the bed and took off my shirt so I could put on the white turtleneck. I already showered an hour ago so all I have left to do is change.
"What a sight for sore eyes." I heard Elizabeth say as her face was now closer to the camera as I stood on my room without a shirt on.
"Kiss ass."
"You know that's no way to respond to a compliment, bitch."
"Oh, Miss Manners called me a bitch that's new." I chuckled as I put the shirt over my head.
"You are my bitch so might as well start addressing you properly."
I grabbed my phone and put my face in front of the camera and narrowed my eyes. "Do you call all your employees your bitch?"
"Again with what I do to the rest of my employees?"
"Oh I know what you do to them... you invite them to a threesome." I smirked and laughed at the glare on Elizabeth's face.
"I'll make sure not to include you in the next one."
"So you are planning a next one?"
Elizabeth rolled her brown eyes.
"Morgan get over it—" She was cut off by my mom yelling from downstairs.
"Morgan can you help your brother tie his shoes!" My mom yelled way too loud even though she was all the way downstairs.
"Coming!" I responded and looked back at the gorgeous woman on my phone. "I gotta go, sisterly duty calls."
She hummed, "You should introduce me to your family one of the these days."
I choked on my own spit when she said that. "I— me— you want me to... huh—" I struggled to say in between coughs.
"Morgan my shoes!" Matty barged into my room running and yelling.
Saved by the toddler!
"Sorry gotta run talk to you later!" I said to her in a single breath.
"Wa—" Elizabeth didn't get to finish as I quickly ended the call.
I sighed and looked at my little brother—who was grabbing one of my comics from my collection. I quickly stood up, took it from him and carried him to my gaming chair so I could tie up his shoes.
"Next time don't be running around with your shoelaces untied bud, you could fall and hurt yourself, okay?" I told him as I finished tying his left shoe.
