Around the World in 80 Men Series Boxed Set 1-10
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“Hmmm that's so fucking nice.” Morgan watched as he milked the last bit from his beautiful dick, and she slowly moved her legs back to the ground from his thick shoulders.
Gio stood on shaky legs and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Morgan, it would seem as if I underestimated you.”
Chapter Four
“You two going to sleep all day?” Morgan's eyes popped open at the sound of Angel's loud voice echoing through the room. 'Sleep all day' was also echoed from a handsome blue fellow that flew in behind him. Morgan watched the bird soar across the huge room to a large perch in the corner, then directed her sleepy eyes to Angel.
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” she spoke through a long yawn and sat up in the bed. “What time is it?”
“Two-fuckin-thirty...and you know what? I shouldn't have to be put out to make breakfast for your asses at two-fuckin-thirty in the afternoon.” He shook his head and walked over to Morgan's side of the bed, setting down a tray of eggs, sausage, fresh fruit, toast... “the things I have to go through. Breakfast. It's supposed to be lunch,” he continued mumbling under his breath.
“Angel, shut up,” Gio pulled the covers over his head, muffling his voice as well.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Angel wagged his finger at his boss and looked back to Morgan, “see what I have to go through? No R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”
Morgan giggled at his terrible singing and grabbed a grape from the tray. “Wait, did you say two-thirty?” Giovani finally made an appearance and sat up in bed.
“Two-fuckin-thirty-three, actually,” Angel looked at his watch and corrected him.
Gio flipped the covers off quickly and got up from the bed, announcing things in Portuguese. Morgan could only assume his words were a collection of obscenities from the smirk that crossed Angel's face.
“Shit!” he finally spoke in English. “Angel, why did you let me sleep so late? I was supposed to meet Thomas at noon!” Gio was pulling a pair of dress pants off of a hanger as he spoke.
“G, please. You know you don't need to meet nobody,” Angel put a hand on his hip as he spoke, then turned to Morgan. “Even when he's not working, he's working. Since I've known him, he's never missed a day. He goes to that stupid office every day, when we all know there's nothing that needs done.”
“There was that one day!” Gio corrected him as he grabbed a dress shirt from his closet and ran into the bathroom.
“Mhmm, one day. ONE day. He won't even let it go. You hear that shit?” Angel pointed behind him toward the bathroom, where Gio was still ranting about being late. Morgan slid her legs to the side of the bed and popped another piece of fruit in her mouth.
“He works hard, I can respect that.” Morgan spoke with a low voice. She was more looking forward to taking advantage of his fancy bathtub while he was gone.
Angel just huffed and ran a hand through his curly locks, shaking his head as if his hair was in his face. “So you're on his side?” he played like he was going to take away her food and Morgan laughed and told him she wasn't on any side. That made him pull the tray away and she finally agreed that she was on Angel's side.
“Guess I'll help him get ready. I'll be back though,” Angel turned on his heels and went to the bathroom to take orders for the day. It was apparent Gio wasn't going to eat breakfast when she heard him ask Angel to pack a lunch.
“More for me,” Morgan shook her head at the men and sat back on the bed with the tray across her lap. Twenty minutes later, Giovani came out of the bathroom, looking even more sexy than the night before. His long hair hung around his tan face in soft strands that begged for her to run her fingers though...I'll do that later. He came to her side and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and told her he would be back in a few hours. The scent of his expensive cologne lingered in the air even as he left the room and she thought of Finlay. His cologne had been similar, but definitely not the same.
She got up from the bed and went to the large windows that faced the front of the house and watched Gio leave with a man she did not recognize. I guess Angel doesn't have to do everything. As soon as the long, black car was out of sight, Morgan went to the edge of the room and called out for Angel. When he answered, she asked if he could retrieve her bags.
“Thank you,” she told him as he set the bags at her feet. The first thing she retrieved from the smallest of her bags was her cell phone.
“Who you callin'?” Angel reached for her phone but she pulled it away before he could get his slender fingers around it.
“I don't know yet,” she admitted. She actually wasn't sure who she'd call first. “But someone has some text messages.” She smiled wide at the realization and announced her popularity in a sing-song voice. Finlay, Tanner, Sean, Kole...they had all sent a text. And Julianne, she'd read that one first.
“You have a boo?” Angel put his hands on his hips again and gave her a questioning look.
“No,” Morgan was quick to admit. “Well...”
“Ohhhhhhh! Spill it!”
“How about you run me a hot bubble bath and I'll tell you all about it?” A nice soak in the tub is what she needed. Angel nodded excitedly and was quick to agree.
The young girl heard the water turn on, then heard Angel's voice over the pounding of the water against the ceramic tub, “you're the only one who has talked to me.”
Morgan was around the corner getting undressed, “what do you mean?” She slid a robe over her shoulders and walked over to the bathroom to hear him better.
“None of the other bitches talk to me. They come up to this room, then they leave with their cosmetically size-reduced noses in the air just as they came. You're cool, Morgan. Real cool.”
“Aw, thanks, Angel. You're real cool too.”
“Okay, enough of this sappy shit, spill the juice,” Angel circled his hand in the air in a 'continue' motion.
When the water in the large slipper tub was near the brim and bubbles were sure to cover all of her parts, she directed Angel to turn away. With a quick slip of the robe from her shoulders, she slid into the bubbly bliss.
“Okay, read me my messages,” she directed. It was the best way she could think of to answer all of Angel's questions and explain each man. Angel was quick to retrieve her phone from the sink and he perched himself on a fancy high-back chair next to the tub. His legs overhung one arm of the chair like a teenager and Morgan wondered if he would have gotten away with such a move with Gio around. Then again, Gio didn't seem too strict.
“First message,” he began. Morgan closed her eyes and awaited his words. “From Julianne? That doesn't sound like a boo.”
“Just read it,” she told him, keeping her eyes shut.
“Morgan, let me know if you need another client for Tuesday or if you're going to take a few days off. I have one available for another short stay if you're up for it.” Angel looked up at Morgan when he finished the message. “Oh, that's your pimp? So it's just like that? You just go from place to place?”
Morgan didn't like how he had phrased it, but she knew that was the truth. “Basically, yes. But I'm taking a few days off to uh...see a friend.”
“Friend, huh?” He gave her a suspicious look when she blushed and she gave him a nod to proceed to the next message.
“Okay, Finlay....ohhhh. Fin-lay-me-down-and-cover-me-with-chocolate-syrup. Who is this delicious piece of man?”
Morgan giggled and sunk deeper into the tub. “That...is a gorgeous Scottish hunk. He was my first client.”
Morgan started to explain the situation, but it turned into more than she had expected to say. As she soaked in the tub, she spilled every emotion that had been building up inside of her. She began with her feelings for Finlay. That turned into the story of Sean and the chaos that ensued there. Then she went on to talk about Kole and finally ended with the fact she was going to see Tanner.
“I think I love them all, Angel. I just...I just don't know what to do...”
“What to do
? Booboo, that's not a problem, that's a blessing!” When she pinched her brows together in confusion, he told her to not to do that because it causes wrinkles, then he explained further. “Baby girl, are you trying to get married anytime soon?” When she shook her head back and forth quickly, he nodded. “Then enjoy these man morsels for as long as you can! I would just advise you to be honest with all of them, then the weight is off your pretty little shoulders.” He went back to admiring the photos on her phone as she thought about what he said.
“That makes perfect sense.” Morgan stared at a small cluster of bubbles on her knee as she realized the importance of honesty in her situation. She thought about each time that one of the men would ask about another client, how she would play it down or divert the conversation. “I need to be honest with them, it's just that simple. Angel...I could kiss you!!!” She laughed when he looked up and nodded.
“I know what's good for ya, and you best be keeping in touch with me so I can hear all the juicy details.” He reluctantly put her phone on the sink, then clapped his hands together. “Alright, you finish up here and I'll find you something to wear.” He left the bathroom and kept talking as he went through her suitcases in the bedroom. He told her that 'G' would probably take her somewhere that evening, somewhere that would allow him to show off his money.
When she was finished with her bath, Morgan grabbed her phone and went to the bedroom with Angel. “Oh! I guess we are going somewhere fancy!” She almost sat on her red strapless evening gown that Angel had draped over the side of the bed.
“I have jeans and a strappy number put together on the chair over there...,” he pointed to the other side of the room, “and here's a pair of shorts, and the cutest pink tee I've ever seen, for you to wear until tonight.” He tossed the casual wear in her direction, then mumbled something about feeding PoPo before the bird turned on him. “If your sweet ass should need anything, just give me a shout.” Then he walked quickly from the room as he yelled 'feed the birdie' all the way down the stairs.
Morgan laughed at the Angel-whirlwind as she looked over her phone. “Honesty. I got this.” She took a deep breath, and called the handsome Scot that had left several messages for her in the last two days.
She quickly hit the green call button, and took one more deep breath when she heard the first ring. On the second ring, her heart raced when he answered.
“Lass, how are ye?” He sounded tired and she instantly felt bad for not checking the time in Scotland before she called.
“Fin, I'm sorry! Were you sleeping?” Her face warmed as her palm came against her own forehead.
“Don't worry about that, how are things going for ye? Do ye like Brazil?” He sounded much more alert when he spoke again.
She told him that she hadn't seen much of it yet, but she probably would later that day. She also told him all about Angel and how happy she was to have made another friend. Finlay listened to her every word, and he kept his questions to himself about how nice the Angel guy was. When she had exhausted every detail that she was willing to give about her trip up to that point, she went straight to the reason for her call.
“Fin, I have something to tell you.” She hesitated and closed her eyes as silence took over their conversation. Honesty. “I'm crazy about you....I think about about you all the time, and when we're together..I...I just want you more.” Morgan let out a long sigh, and continued. “Fin, I don't want a relationship at all, but I don't want to lose what we have. I'm afraid that if we spend too much time together that I'm just going to get hurt, but if we don't spend time together....well...then that hurts too.” She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and waited for him to speak.
She heard him exhale loudly and wondered if he held his breath through her entire speech. If he did, she wondered if that was a good thing, or bad. When he spoke again, she got her answer.
“Love, that's exactly what I want. I don't want a relationship, I just want you.” Finlay was relieved that she still cared about him, and he promised to control his jealousy as much as he could. He also told her that when she came back to Scotland, he wouldn't leave her for one minute for any reason.
“Well, there's just one more little thing.” She bit her lip as she worked up the courage to tell him the rest. “I...I care about a few of the other men too. Not as much as I care for you, that much I know for sure, but I do have feelings for them and I won't ever try to hide that from you...or them.” When she heard him exhale again, she wondered if their conversation would be the last that they ever had.
“I see.” His two simple words caused her mouth to go dry, and her hand shook as she held the phone. She couldn't speak, and she waited for him to end their non-relationship. “Love, I know that I can't have ye to myself, but I hate that you have feelings for anyone else. It's selfish, but it's the truth. But Morgan, I'll take any part of you that you're willing to give me.” His voice was soft, and almost too low to hear. A single tear made its way to Morgan's hand that held the phone, and she wiped it away quickly as she began to speak.
“Thank you, Fin. You have no idea how much that means to me. I'll try to never talk about anyone else unless you ask, and I hope you'll do the same when it comes to the women that you date. I mean, I'll listen if you need me to...but...I guess we're the same when it comes to all of....that.” The tension was finally broken when Finlay laughed, and they managed fifteen more minutes of conversation about Finlay's work, and the horrible weather in Scotland. When he told her that he had to go, she promised to call him in the next few days with news of where she would go next.
“Oh! That's my big grown up, Boo! You did great!” Angel ran into the room with two glasses of wine and sat on the bed next to her. He pulled the towel from her head and wiped the remainder of her single tear from the corner of her eye. “I told you, honesty is the best! I'm so proud of you!” He hugged her tightly and Morgan laughed as she hugged him back.
“Angel, you want to know what really sucks?” She stared at him as his eyes opened wide in question. “Now, I have to call Tanner and tell him pretty much the same thing.”
Chapter Five
The conversation with Tanner went a lot better than planned. Angel had white-knuckle gripped Morgan's hand as she had talked, but it was nice to have the support of a friend. She told him the same thing she told Finlay, with the exception of the 'I like you the most' part. Although, her talk with him had opened her heart to the fact she really did care for him...more than she was willing to admit. She missed him, and the excitement of seeing him in just a few short days was nearing its boiling point.
He had been completely agreeable. Never would he admit that it killed him inside to hear that she had feelings for other men, but like Finlay, he was willing to take any time with her that he could get. Tanner had also left out the part about thinking about her nonstop; especially when he went to his boat. He'd always remember her every time he stepped aboard Lady Godiva. They got through the emotional stuff pretty quickly and Morgan had laughed when he had told her not to worry because she was 'going to fall in love' with him eventually.
She had enjoyed the fifteen minutes talking to him about what they were going to do when she arrived. When he said they'd be staying at his house, she had been thrilled and her mind had raced with images of what kind of things she could expect to see. It was also hard to talk with a certain handsome Brazilian, by the name of Angel, whispering vulgar things to her while she was on the phone. Turns out, he thought Tanner was just as damn sexy as Finlay and he had to express a dirty-minded comeback with each thing Tanner spoke.
Eventually, Morgan couldn't contain her giggles any longer and told Tanner she had to go.
“Okay, now time for some beauty school. Let me do somethin' 'bout them brows. You've got a hot date tonight.” Angel winked at her and took the phone from Morgan's hand and gently set it down on the bed beside her, then ran a finger between her blonde brows. Morgan drew them together, trying to ward off the intrusive finger an
d when that didn't work, she pushed his hand away. She thought about protesting and telling him there was nothing wrong with her eyebrows but after a quick look at his perfected arches, she decided it wouldn't hurt.
“Only if they turn out as good as you do your own! Let me get dressed first and then I'm all yours.” She carried her 'to wear now' clothes-the tee and shorts- to the bathroom and after she put them on, she opened the door for Angel. He walked in as she was bent over, towel drying her hair.
“Keep bending over like that around here and you'll get more than you bargained for,” Angel smacked her ass as he walked past her and snapped his fingers toward the chair he had occupied during her bath.
“Snap your fingers at me again and you'll get more than you bargained for,” she joked back and swayed her hips back and forth slowly as she walked to the chair; never missing an opportunity to practice the sex-walk.
Morgan spent the next hour getting a professional style pampering. Angel sure knew his shit. By the time he was finished, not one eyebrow hair was out of place, not one pore was clogged and her hair was straighter than she had ever managed to achieve on her own. Although, the straight hair didn't last long because Angel couldn't resist the temptation to add a few loose spiral curls to frame her face. He had also applied her makeup, which she had been reluctant to allow at first, but went with it anyway.
“Holy shit! Angel, where did you learn all of this?” Morgan stood and met her reflection at the mirror. Her eyeshadow, lipliner, blush....it was all perfect. “You worked these miracles with my convenience store makeup?”
“Baby, I can work miracles with mud and berries if need be. You just have to know the tricks. He did a little dip with his knees and a wrist flick as he spoke.
“I'm impressed! Thank you!” She gave him a hug and he squeezed her tightly.
“No, thank you, Boo Boo.” His look told her that he was just as thankful for her company than she was for his.