Before I Fall

Chapter Twenty

The day ended with Morgan sore beyond belief from her defence class but it was worth it. Even though she didn't get to study as much as she wanted the previous day, she knew she aced her test and the pleased look from the potions master confirmed it. The icing on the cake was that Diana was off her game during their session and although she put Morgan on her back more than once, the rookie still managed to get a few good licks in and topple her a few times. Yes, Morgan was pleased.

Now, she was being driven by Jesse to an available space a few blocks away from her apartment for rent. Jesse was all to happy to assist her in finding a vacant spot where she could dance. According to him, he would do anything to make her comfortable so long as she kept excelling in her training. They were riding in the back of his Maybach when she heard him clear his throat, he shifted uncomfortably away from her a little.

"Are you ok Jesse?" she asked a little concerned why he would shy away from her after all this time? She wondered if she smelled but knew that couldn't be because she always took a shower after her brutal sessions.

"Um, yes I am your Majesty."

"I told you, it's Morgan."

"Sorry." he replied lowly. Morgan couldn't put her finger on it but their friendship wasn't as comfortable as it once was. 

"I heard from your Masters that you're doing well in all areas." he continued as a small smile played on his lips. Now Morgan felt thrown by his mood switch.

"Is that so? I feeling like I could be doing more."

"This being your first time learning about everything on the supernatural side, you've exceeded expectations Morgan. I'm proud of you." This made Morgan smile genuinely at his praise. At least her hard work was being recognized.

The duo arrived at a cylindrical atrium that housed high-end boutiques and jewellry stores among other things. There they saw someone who Morgan assumed was the realtor to show them around. The initimate studio that was selected for her sat atop a grand piano store which Morgan had no problem with. What could go wrong with a little classical music and ballet? This was it, this would be her safe space. A place she could be her true self, where she didn't have to be what everyone else wanted her to, just her true authentic self.

Twenty thousand gold coins per month was well worth it even though she tried to negotiate for a lower price, Morgan already knew she would pay whatever to get the place, she was filthy rich, but she was still looking for 'the princess discount'. Had to make use of her title one way or another since she was such a disappointment according to her mother. Don't think about her Morgan.

"I'm sorry Princess, but I have to leave right away. Urgent matters to attend to." Jesse suddenly interjected as she spoke to the realtor. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at his nervous state. What was going on with him?

"Um, ok. May I be of assistance in any way?" Morgan asked slightly worried.

"No no, I can handle it. Also, I can leave my car here to take you home afterward if you'd like..."

"That's ok, I live close by so I'll just walk home."

"Are you sure?" now it was his turn to be concerned.

"Yes Headmaster, I'll be fine." It was the first time that Morgan had ever used his title and though it felt weird, it wasn't weirder than the vibe he was giving. He left abruptly and Morgan forced herself to not concern herself with whatever was going on with him and got back to sealing the deal with the realtor. Her instant payment of the "royal discount" made her feel excited because now it was real. It was all hers.

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Her body was buzzing as she walked home, there was more swing in her hips than usual and more pep in her steps. Her shoulders ached and Morgan was even more grateful that she wouldn't see Diana for training tomorrow as she wanted to bask in the feeling she had right now. 

The smell of sweet cherries filled her senses and now she longed to taste it on an ice-cream sundae. My God, it was so intoxicating. A chilling thought creeped into her mind, nothing good had ever come after smelling this scent. It was usually followed by him, whoever he was. As if on instinct, her body came to a sudden halt. Her back went rigid, ears felt heated and a million and one butterflies exploded in her tummy. She was suddenly nervous and turned on at the same time.

Her stomach was in knots and felt as if it wanted to exit both ends at the same time. Damn it! Tarek had made her feel things before, but nothing like this. It was too intense and unusual for her. From her view on the sidewalk, she could see a sleek black Rolls Royce come to a stop next to her. Without thinking twice, Morgan began walking but faster this time while being careful not to trip over her own two feet. She didn't want any trouble, just the comfort of her own bed.  The car moved along beside her.

"It's dangerous for a Royal to be walking through the city by herself you know." a gutteral voice slowed her steps. Jesus! Was he even human at all? His voice was unreal. Well if he lived in a place like this, he was obviously not. Morgan refused to look at the prowler, she wouldn't be pulled in by his beauty again or that girlish smell of his. She held her head straight and pretended as if he said nothing.

"You should work on that conduct of yours. Your attitude is revolting."

As if stung by a bee, Morgan turned towards the car in the blink of an eye to glare at the attractive man sitting in the back. His straight black hair now parted in the center, framed his gorgeous face and made him so beautiful that it was  impossible to look at him for too long. Perfection. Releasing a chuckle to herself Morgan held nothing back,

"Here I was on my merry way home, not giving a shit about the bats in sky and they could give two fucks about me. Out of nowhere, you saw it fit to stop and get my attention. Well now you have it, what the hell do you want?" she asked as he only stared at her in amusement. Morgan wished more than anything that she had the longest claws at that moment so she could sprint over and lacerate that pretty face of his. There was nothing to smile about.

"Oh, so now you have nothing to say you weirdo?" his smile fell instantly to an expression that screamed murder. Shit! Morgan held her ground. She wouldn't show fear because that would give him the upper hand to scare her when he pleased. "It's obvious we don't like each other and I really, really don't like you so the next time you see me and think of something 'smart' to say, think twice." Morgan continued but it was filled with lies. She was very attracted to the stranger and the primal feeling she got when he was near her made her fear the worst. Was it him? He couldn't be, he was too- too much of many things. Morgan began walking again but stopped at his question.

"Are you seeing someone?" he asked nonchalantly. The cool manner in which he asked it appalled Morgan and she was quick to reply.

"Who I see is none of your concern!"

"Until next time, Ms. LaFray." the way he said her name Morgan was sure she creamed in her panties. She just watched as his car drove away. No, this was not good.

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Even as she she came for the second time that night, Morgan's harmones were still raging. She had managed to complete her training without any interruptions today but the minute that goofball came near her, she was hornier than a goat.  Things were falling into perspective for her, she was no fool. All the mating signs were pointing to that mysterious stranger and she didn't have this reaction around anyone else, it was him. She could feel it in her bones. He made her want to do things; dark, terrible, naughty things to him. Her demon was awake now more than ever, Morgan could feel her, she was in need of him and so her body was having a hard time cooling down.

The cold water beat her skin, flowing from above her head like a waterfall. Her hands between her thighs as she rubbed herself again seeking another release and it came quickly this time. Her fingers were getting stiff but she was only satiated for a while before her skin felt warm again and her body ached with need. Fourth time is the charm right?

After cooling down, Morgan left the shower with sore fingers. Drying her body, Morgan left her bathroom to put on a big T-shirt then went downstairs for three shots of whisky. The way she felt after working her body, it was the best thing to put her to bed.