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Morgan Sánchez
I stepped out of my room ready for work and expecting that Charles would already be gone by now, not because I don't want him here, but I don't think he would actually stay, not after the other day.
But to my surprise I was immediately hit with a strong smell of coffee and waffles, as I approach the kitchen the beautiful monegasque man was just pouring me some coffee.
— Good morning beautiful — he greets me with a smile.
I swear this man is going to kill me with his mere existence.
— Morning — I say surprised.
— Surprised?
— Honestly? Yes, I thought you'd be gone by now — I answer honestly.
He goes around the kitchen counter to approach me and grabs me by the waist.
— I told you mon cherié, it was an emergency, from now on, I'll always be here the next morning, I promise — he says pecking my lips.
— From now on? Who says there's going to be a 'now on'? — I say making a gesture with my fingers.
— Oh, I can assure you there will be, you're not getting rid of me that easily — he says with a wink. — Now, I might not be a Michelin star chef as you're used to, but I think I cook pretty well, come sit down — he says pulling the chair for me.
I only let out a small laugh and sit.
— It smells pretty good actually — I compliment him.
— Well thank you, it was hard to think of what to do, your kitchen is practically empty — he laughs.
— Oh I'm sorry my kitchen doesn't meet your requirements, but I arrived here two days ago, I haven't had time to do any groceries — he lets out a laugh at my comment and I smiled back at him.
— I've kept you really busy haven't I? — he says winking at me. — Oh just shut up Leclerc – I just roll my eyes at him.
— You look beautiful by the way, very professional — he says looking at me.
— Thank you, I try my best — I smile at him.
The rest of out breakfast went pretty well actually, we kept talking about trivial things and he caught me staring at him numerous times, until he suddenly hit me with a very strange question.
— So, why Morgana? — he blurts out making me almost choke with my coffee.
— What? — I ask confused, how the fuck does he know?
— I was looking at this picture right here in which you look beautiful by the way — he says while grabbing a picture I had on my fridge where I was with Sebastian in the opening night of his restaurant. — I recognized your brother, but in the back it says " estoy orgulloso de que sigas tus sueños Morgana, vas a llegar muy lejos te amo -Sebastián" , so, why Morgana? Is it your full name or something? — he asks.
