Chapter 19: Chapter 19

"What the fuck!" Samantha's angry growl appeared in Charlie's ear suddenly, before long nails were driven into her arm, with total rudeness "Let go of him, you ..."

"What do you think you are doing?" Morgan broke the kiss to growl, even out of breath, quickly moving Charlie to the side and putting himself between her and Samantha "Let go of her right now! And if I touch her again I swear I'll make hers hell, you understand?"

"That... You two...!" Samantha stammered, still looking out of her mind with anger, with the tips of her blue eyes covered with bulging veins "This can't happen! She's just a fat, disgusting brat..."

"Don't you dare open the mouth to talk about her like that! I hope you're ready to lose a lot of what you've got today, Samantha, because Charlie might not want to contest the will, but I make a point of doing it. And I'll make sure you pay for every pain you put her through!" He promised, full of hatred, but soon his expression turned sweet, when he turned his neck to face Charlie "Come on, honey. We have nothing else to do here."

Saying that, he hugged her by the shoulders and started to take her out of that place, but before Charlie could look over his shoulder and feel his blood run cold when he saw the expression on Samantha's face. It wasn't just anger, frustration or even wounded pride at seeing the man she'd always wanted to kiss another right in front of her. It was something much deeper and much more dangerous. It felt like mad rage, like she was ready to kill them both right then and there.

Fortunately, they soon turned a corner and left the motionless figure of her stepmother behind, even though Charlie had a feeling that that frightening expression on her face would haunt her dreams for quite some time.

"Are you ok?" Morgan finally broke the silence between the two, when they both got to the car and he sat her in the passenger seat "Did she hurt you?" He asked, distressed, at the same time that he crouched at her height and gently lifted the sleeve of her shirt, letting out a loud growl when he found the red marks where his nails had been dug into her skin.

“That was nothing." she hastened to reassure him "I'm fine."

Honestly, even she didn't know if that last statement was a truth or a lie. Her lips were still tingling from the kiss, her panties were soaked through, and even without looking, she knew her nipples were more than visible, even beneath her thick sweater. God, she had really kissed Morgan, hadn't she? There was no doubt.

“I'm glad." he smiled, still crouched "Now... I think we have a lot to talk about, don't you?"

- Yes, I think so. Charlie swallowed, more to quell her urge to kiss him again right then and there than anything else.

“I'm sorry I came up with this preposterous idea that we're dating and planning to get married. I just couldn't bear the thought of Samantha taking everything from you like that." he sighed, looking genuinely guilty, which made Charlie's heart break a little. "When i have the ideia of make me responsible for your share of the inheritance, instead of Samantha, I just grabbed it without thinking too much. I'm sorry for putting you in this situation." Morgan apologized, his expression miserable.

"What are you talking about? Why are you apologizing?! That was perfect! There's no one I trust more than you to get that money until I'm 21." she exclaimed, feeling almost desperate at the thought of him giving up on that plan. "Of course we're getting married! I will never give Samantha what she wants! Now come on: get in that car and drive to Las Vegas right away! I want to become Charlotte Sullivan before midnight,” she ordered, almost snarling in frustration when she saw him smile, as if she was doing something cute and not overbearing.

“She won't get what she wants, Charlie, I promise." He reached out to caress her cheek, making her blush.

'Do you really want to contest Anthony's will?" She questioned, curious "I mean, I don't mind doing it if it's something you think is necessary, but I don't mind getting more of his money. I just want something that can allow me to start living for real, finally."

"And you will." Morgan assured, determined "And yes, I think it is absolutely necessary to start a legal process to challenge the way in which Anthony's assets were distributed. And not just because the division looks very suspicious..." he narrowed his eyes, seeming lost in his own thoughts "But mainly because I won't allow you to suffer such a great injustice. That money belonged to your maternal family before Anthony got his claws into it, which is why it must rightfully return to you."

"Well, as long as it makes Samantha mad..." she teased, wanting to wipe that grim expression off his face.

“Oh, she's going to be furious, you can bet." He flashed a predatory smile that, for some inexplicable reason, made her even wetter between her thighs "Now, why don't we go back to the house? I'm sure Sawyer must be missing you..."

"I think he might be more interested in sharpening his fingernails on your couch. But, you are right We have a wedding to plan after all!" she cheered, firmly.

"Yes, of course..." he laughed lightly, starting to get up to close the passenger door, while commenting on something else...

Which Charlie wasn't able to pay attention to, as her attention was completely focused on the bulge that revealed itself in his pants as he stood in front of her. Stopping to remember, before Samantha interrupted them, she had felt something hard pressed against her belly, while he squeezed her ass, but, in the midst of all that confusion, it seemed to have been nothing more than her imagination. But there it was, evidence that she hadn't been the only one enjoying that kiss, apparently.

Heavens, he'd had an erection while they'd kissed. He was hard on her. It was silent proof that he wanted her. What did he mean that...

That definitely put them out of the friend zone from now on, didn't it?

“Charlie?" From the way his voice sounded, it didn't seem like the first time he was trying to get her attention "Are you okay? What's wrong…” he started to ask, but his voice froze the moment he followed her line of vision, seeming to realize just now the monster that was stretching between his legs.

At lightning speed, he closed the passenger door and spent several minutes without getting in the car, completely out of Charlie's sight, however much she turned in every direction the window allowed her to see, trying to find her. it. Finally, when she was ready to leave and ask if he needed any help with this problem, Morgan burst into the car, his face completely flushed and the suit jacket he was wearing tied around his waist, completely obscuring his forehead. of your pants.

And Charlie wanted to tear it apart until the fabric was nothing but lint.

"Well..." he cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. "Shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, or even moving his eyes in her direction, Morgan started the car, leaving the Manson mansion at an unusually high speed for a person as prudent as he was, looking as if he wanted to get home as soon as possible.

In silence, Charlie remained staring at his flushed cheeks and the way he was anxiously looking everywhere but at her until she resigned herself to the fact that he was, in fact, going to pretend that nothing had happened. However, as frustrated as she was feeling with his reaction, it was with a secret smile that, when paying closer attention to the place where the jacket covered the meeting between his legs, there was still an unmistakable bulge there, which could not be easily hidden.

"So... how exactly is this wedding thing going to work...?" she asked, biting her lip mischievously as she watched him swallow hard.

“W-won't be a real wedding, of course. Of course, now that we've teased her, it's very likely that Samantha won't leave us alone and come up with any possible excuse to question our union. Therefore, I propose that you move in with me, at least until your next birthday. That way I can protect you better and Samantha won't be able to say we're not... Well... I mean..."

"Having sex?" she asked, her voice sweet, making him turn to her in shock, if only for a moment.

"Y-yes..." he stammered, facing the road again, mortified "Of course I'm never going to touch you or anything like that... Like I said, it's just going to be a fake wedding and we're going to getting divorced right after you turn 21..."

"Well, that could be a problem…" Charlie grumbled, sulking at the idea of him not touching her; if it were up to her, Morgan would touch her, everywhere, all the time "If we're really going to keep Samantha in check and keep her from questioning whether we're really together, we're going to need to be a little more forceful than just maintaining a facade..."

"What you mean?" Morgan asked, eyes wide, looking panicked.

“I'm talking about kissing again, of course." she raised an eyebrow, with a satisfied little smile when she saw him literally start to sweat, as if kisses weren't the only thing that was going through his mind at that moment "I don't know if you noticed, but it was a very effective way of convincing Samantha What are we like… You know…” Leaning to the side, she laid her head on his shoulder. “Crazy for each other. Madly in love. Fucking like rabbits…” She swallowed a laugh as she watched him choke, “Those things newlyweds are known to do."

“You should review your language choice, Charlie." he murmured after a minute, his expression twisted into a mixed bag that of shame and tension.

“Oh, sorry I didn't take etiquette lessons like you did." Charlie chuckled, growing more and more delighted with the satisfaction of eliciting those reactions from him.

That was the fulfillment of her biggest dream: proof that he wasn't totally indifferent to her.

"Anyway..." Morgan took a deep breath, seeming to regain some of his composure after a moment of silence. "If you agree to my plan, then we can travel to Las Vegas later this week and get married on paper. After that, I'm going to make sure everything else goes as we want it to for the next year."

"You really don't care about that...?" She hesitated a moment, but ended up asking that question, as unsure as she was feeling "I mean, like marrying me? It's quite a decision..."

"Of course not." he replied immediately, without any hesitation, turning his neck to look her deep in the eyes, with a loving smile "I would do anything for you, Charlie, no matter what. And if you really agree with this crazy idea I had, then I promise you have nothing to fear. I'm going to give you a divorce on your 21st birthday and make sure you can accomplish all the things you've been dreaming of for so long." Morgan assured, making her heart race "As long as I can make this happen, nothing else matters. But and you?" Now it was his turn to look unsure, diverting his attention back to the road, as she asked him "Would you mind marrying me? As much as it turns out to be a farce, I worry that you might regret it later. It's a special time in people's lives, after all. I shouldn't be taking this away from you..."

“What? Dont be silly.” she cut him off, poking his cheek. “You're not taking anything away from me. On the contrary, you're giving me more than anyone else has ever given me besides my grandfather." Charlie smiled, once again having to control that uncontrollable urge to kiss him one more time and demonstrate, even without words, how much she loved him "So, if you're willing to deviate out of town, I'm more than happy to. who's ready to go to Las Vegas with you."

“I'm relieved." He chuckled. “But I think a plane ride will be a little faster and more comfortable than spending several days in a car. Also, we need to find a place for Sawyer to stay while we're gone."

“Vivian can stay with him for a few days." Charlie nodded, without hesitation "It's good that he knows all the other animals that live in the shelter. In many ways, they are brothers and sisters after all."

"Very well..." Morgan hesitated for a moment, before turning back to her, looking deeply concerned. "Are you really sure about this, Charlie? Remember that you can quit at any time if you realize that this is not what you want..."

Fueled by the confidence that knowing he wanted her had given her, Charlie pressed her index finger against his mouth, shutting him up and making him blush again.

"It's too late now, Morgan..." Licking her lips as she looked at the ridge that was starting to disappear from between his legs, Charlie smiled "Whether you like it or not, you're about to win a wife."