THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT# BILLIONAIRE WIVES 2

CHAPTER TEN: PLAYING WIFE

Liz's POV.....

I grew up in a loving home. My parents had that fairy tale relationship that we only saw on Disney. My mum was a stay at home wife that fell in love with a cop. And despite barely making alot of money, we got by just fine. I was what you would term a miracle baby. A child born after so many tries and miscarriages that my mum nearly gave up then boom. I showed up like a boss. And I was always full of surprises ever since. It was something my mum teased me about. It's this character of mine that probably is to blame for my decision to go along with the entire charade of playing wife to Mr. Morgan Price.

When I was 13 years, my dad got diagnosed with stage four cancer. A brain tumor that we detected late. And that's how I lost the first man I ever loved. We had to start from scratch, but luck was on our side because my mum started her own salon that boomed and it provided enough for us to get by and take me to high school.

It was in high school that my blooming friendship began with Dee. Going to a prestigious high school full of boujee kids wasn't easy for us who barely got by and so we stuck together. Dee was social though so all the connections we made, were mainly through her. She heard about the scholarship and we worked hard to get it. And alas, again luck struck again and we got it. But I wasn't able to afford living and the flight expenses. Dee had an uncle that was well off, her financial support so to speak and he offered to cater to both our needs until we were stable enough to do it ourselves.

So for over a decade, Dee and my family were the only constants in my life. I wasn't exactly a person that went well with change, but my mum's words "Change is inevitable, you either adapt or it forces you to adapt. The choice is yours." kept ringing in my mind. And as I sat in the room that I now shared with Morgan, this is what kept pushing me. I do know if my mum found out she'd have a heart attack... She had no idea that I wasn't a virgin anymore. Or that the man who was responsible was the one playing my husband.

Speak of the devil, he came out of the bathroom, the white towel looking so small around his waist, my eyes taking in the sight before me lustily. Don't you dare judge me, if a godlike man stood before you in all his half naked glory looking yummy you wouldn't have had the self control you are claiming to have right now. From his wet hair looking sexy after he ruffled it with a towel, to his lean muscled upper body, that was inked up on the top torso with tribals. The tattoos which I had a vague memory of seeing and tracing in our last encounter rendezvous, began just after his collar bones and ended just where the ribs on both sides began. I couldn't remember what they meant or even if I had asked him what they meant, but now in my sober mind, they made him sexier. I followed where the water glistened from his upper muscled chest towards his eight pack to the very very attractive v that led to "hidden treasures" covered by the tiny towel that barely hid anything. And for a moment I had hoped that the towels here weren't as tiny otherwise they'd never fit me. My eyes went down, tracing his muscled legs, clearly he never missed leg day, which is something I noticed most men didn't, making them look that the cartoon network character Johnny Bravo... And most had his personality to match too.

To be honest, I never liked white men. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't racist or anything, they just weren't my type. But you know what they say about types, you never end up with the type you manifest. Plus my past interactions with white men wasn't exactly stellar seeing as most turned out to be racist. But Morgan and his friends and those people I had met in my short time abroad had showed me that not all white people can be as ignorant. Morgan was certainly making me reconsider my opinion about not liking me some vanilla.

"See anything you like?" Morgan asked, making me look at him, noting the satisfied smirk on his face at getting me red handed.
"Nothing I haven't seen before..." I commented shrugging to show him that he didn't affect me like we both knew he did.
"Hmmm... True, we were both intoxicated the last time so.... Plus there's some new additions" he commented raising his eyebrows in a joking manner. And my wasn't that the truth. He had new tattoos. Unlike the two he had before, he had added the names of his sister and Meg on his right ribs enclosed in a tribal marking with wings. I found that very sweet and hot. Unlike his friends, Morgan I believed had more tattoos on his body, something he had told me on our night of sexual rendezvous.

"I'll just freshen up then we can leave... You said the dinner was at what time?" I said changing the subject from the sensitive territory it was headed. The last thing I want to remember is how I lost my virginity in the most amazing way ever. Nor the man responsible for it. Because I'd be tempted to have a repeat of it once again.

"We have around three hours left. So take your time. I took the liberty of stocking up your side of the closet with appropriate clothing." he said heading into the walk in closet. We just arrived and already we were scheduled for a dinner party with some influential people in Italy. And yes you guessed it, I was starting my wife acting tonight.

" Who's going to stay with Meg when we leave?" I asked.
"Meg will be fine. Sanchez and his wife have offered to take her for the time being. They have grandchildren around her age so she'll be with them." he replied from the closet.

I went into the bathroom and got ready, singing to some kpop playing from my phone that I had managed connect to the Bluetooth speaker in the bathroom. I made a mental note to thank Dante for this,because it really calmed me down. I was a nervous wreck and I hadn't even dressed yet, much less even made it to the party.

I was done in twenty minutes and I moved to the closet, finding that Morgan had already left, leaving a sticky note on the counter top.

"i thought we'd color coordinate, so I'm wearing a maroon tie. But you still have a liberty to pick whatever color you want. 😊

I smiled seeing the note after reading the note, thinking it was adorable of him.
I put it down and went to my side of the closet, picking out a low cut maroon silky halter dress that had a long slit on the left side of dress that went all the way to my upper thigh. I picked out black strapped three inch heels and a black clutch with a diamond button on the top. Since I had braids, I decided to style the edges and tie it into a bun on top of my head. I went with minimal make up, just adding some mascara, shaping my brows and putting on a dark red matte lipstick that brought out my pouty lips.

Satisfied with my look, I left the room after checking that I had all my essentials and walked down the stairs where Morgan and Meg were waiting for me.

They were talking about something but instantly stopped upon seeing me making my entrance. I got shy all of a sudden at the lustful look Morgan was throwing my way and I thanked God for my dark skin, otherwise I'd be red.

"Wow! You look like a goddess." said Meg with a smile on her face.
"Thank you sweetie," I said bending down to kiss her cheek making her giggle.
I got up and faced Morgan who was still staring at me like he was minutes away from devouring me live.
"I think Ive left your uncle speechless," I teased as I spoke to Meg who giggled cheekily.
"He's brain isn't as sharp as he thinks." she teased and we giggled and that snapped Morgan back to reality.
"You look... Beautiful." he said looking at me in the eyes.
"Thank you. I tried to take you advise." I said with a shy smile.
"I'm glad you did." he said with a smile of his own and I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight.
"Meg will you be okay?" I said after clearing my throat, looking for a distraction.
"Yeah. I have your number in case of anything." she said and I smiled at how mature she sounded saying that.
"Okay. Then we'll be off. Meg be good." Morgan told Meg right before he took my hand in his, making my heart beat even faster at the sensations his hand brought to my body. I seriously needed to unwind and help my horniness or I'd end up jumping Morgan in the car.

" You ready? " he asked and I nodded, too flustered to say anything.
"Don't worry, I'll be by your side the entire time." he assured as we walked to the car, where Sanchez was already waiting for us, with the back door open.

Well here goes nothing.