She Moans Chresanto.

Wicked Games

"Blue or gold." Morgan questioned as she stood in the middle of our walk in closet posing In front of the mirror

"Hmm." I said as I eyed both of the dresses. "Gold." I told her.

"Eh blue would bring out my eyes." She said tossing the gold dress to the side. Why ask for my opinion if she wasn't going to take it?

"What's the occasion?" I asked her.

"Oh the charity dinner the team is participating in is tonight." She informed me.

"Tonight?" I asked her.

"Yes." She said. "Can you wear your dark blue tie. It goes well with this dress."

I scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me." I said.

"Excuse me?" She asked turning to face me.

"I'm not going to your stupid dinner." I spat. "Tonight I have an extremely important dinner of my own with Lisa and a man from New York who came all the way here to talk about building my restaurant." I explained.

"What? Since when did you know about Le Reve being expanded?" She asked.

"Almost a month now." I stressed out. "Iv tried to tell you multiple times but ever since you got back everything has been all about you." I pointed out.

"That's not true." She said shaking her head.

"Then prove it. Come with me tonight, to my meeting." I suggested.

"Chres." She sighed. "I can't do that, you know how important this team is to me." She choked out.

"And clearly I'm not important at all." I snapped.

"Chres this is not fair." She whined.

"Just forget about it." I sighed as I headed for the door.

"Chresanto wait. We have to talk about this." She said.

"No I get it now." I began. "This is your world and I just live in it."

~*~

Morgan pov

I grabbed a glass of whine grateful as I took a sip. It's exactly what I needed. I sighed as my eyes scanned the room. I nearly choked on the whine in my mouth once I spotted professor Palmer.

Is he serious right now?

I hurried towards him as he stood there. "excuse me." I said interrupting his conversation. "May I have a word with you." I asked.

He glanced between the two men. "Sure." He said as he followed me off to the side.

"Honestly this is starting to get really fucking creepy." I spat. "What are you doing here?!"

He smiled. "Wow you honestly think I'm stalking you." He said looking me in the eyes. "That's cute." He said simply.

My heartbeat increased as he stood over me.

"I'm here to donate, what are you doing here? Doesn't seem like your type of scene." He stated.

"I'm a lakers girl smarty." I corrected him.

"A lakers girl." He repeated his smile deepening causing his dimples to cave in. "You gave up my class to become a lakers girl." He scoffed.

I shoved him. "I'm so tired of you judging me." I spat.

"Not judging." He said defending himself. "Just curious as to what made you want to reconsider your whole lifestyle." He pushed.

"That's none of your business, Trevor." I growled before walking off.

That man is such a pill.

"Morgan" Sarah the captain of the dance team called out.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"We are going to be starting the auction soon." She smiled.

"Are you sure I have to do it?" I asked her.

"Of course. All of the dancers do." She told me.

I sighed as I had to remind myself it was for a good cause.

***
I watched nervously as the men bid on Alexis. When the tall dark man near the back shouted out 10 thousand my mouth nearly dropped to the floor. He was paying all that money just to have a dinner with her.

Unbelievable.

"Last but certainly not least Morgan Montgomery." Sarah announced.

And that was my cue.

I walked on stage strutting on the run way.

"This beautiful lady is young and guaranteed to give you a night to remember." Sarah said. "Let's start the bidding at a thousand." She smiled.

"One thousand." An middle aged man called out.

"One thousand, can I get a two thousand?" Sarah asked.

"Two thousand." A brunette boy with a perfect smile called out.

"Three thousand." The middle aged man shouted.

"Three thousand dollars." Sarah smiled. "Going once, going twice."

I closed my eyes sighing, this was going to be the worst night ever.

"20 thousand dollars." A voice all too familiar called out.

"Sold, to the cutie with the big check." Sarah exclaimed.

My eyes landed on professor Palmer as he sipped from his whine with a smirk of satisfaction.

I'm kinda wishing the old man would have won at this point.