Swept away

Freaking out

"Swept away" written by VeGirl 2014 © All Rights Reserved

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Morgan found it amazing as always to wake up next to Isa, and coming home from work to find her there. She often checked when he got off work and had dinner ready that they ate together. It was so obvious that she was getting bored, with nothing to do more than helping out in the studio once in a while, and Morgan really wanted to help her. He had been thrilled when Mary hired her to work on set, that way he could come see her as soon as he had even a short break.

He was thinking about how Isa helped him reading lines the night before and how they ended up in his bed; their bed. That awakened the desire in him instantly and he looked over to her, flipping through her mail. She opened the letter and Morgan saw shock on her face.

"What is it Isa?"

She looked up at him, eyes wide in panic.

He briskly took the few steps that parted them and saw her looking down at the letter in her hand. "What is it?" Morgan reached down and grabbed the letter from her and with a shill down his spine realized it contained uncompromising photos with him and somebody else. "What the hell?" he barked, still staring at the pictures.

His eyes seeked Isa's face and there were tears in her eyes; tears and an obvious question; Who was the girl on the photos?

Morgan stared at her and had no words. Once again his eyes glanced down at the photo and he couldn't for the life of him remember the woman on the picture, and certainly not in a naked situation like this was. Morgan grabbed the photo as if to tear it to pieces, but then thought that perhaps he should let an expert look at it. This was clearly a montage, made to stir trouble between him and Isa.

"Eysa..." He could see tears trailing down her cheeks. "Oh, Eysa..." He tried to wrap her in his arms, but she slid away and took a few steps away from him.

"I knew this was too good to be true," she murmured.

"What do you mean?" Anger exploded inside Morgan. "I have never been with this woman!" He shouted, making Isa flinch. "I have no idea who is doing this to you. No; to us, but I don't know this woman." He continued a bit softer; it wasn't his intention to scare her.

She looked down, very careful not to look directly at him.

"Eysa, please, you have to believe me," he begged. "This is a set-up!"

She still didn't look at him.

"Eysa, sweetie; please look at me." Carefully, he grabbed her chin and tilted her face up towards his face.

Her eyes didn't meet his and Morgan was getting desperate. "There are others..." Her voice was weak.

He froze. "What?"

She didn't say anything; Morgan just saw tears trickling down her cheeks.

"What do you mean; there are others?" Just as he said it, he realised what she meant. "Other photos?"

She nodded her head carefully. "Yes."

He was in shock and at a loss of words. Suddenly the anger erupted again and Morgan grabbed her shoulders. "Why haven't you told me?" he yelled and she started to convulse in a heartbreaking cry. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him. "Oh my sweet, sweet Eysa, why haven't you told me?" He realized she didn't know if the photos where taken before or after they met. "This isn't something you'd have to face, darling. I'm sorry." He had trouble controlling his anger, and even if it wasn't directed to her, she was the one who had to face it. "I just got so mad," Morgan murmured in her hair as she was sobbing into his shirt.