Meryl's POV
My phone buzzed with an incoming message, breaking the tense silence.
Morris: Just touched down. Airport pickup? Look for the white polo and jeans.
A wave of nausea hit me. Guilt crashed over me like cold water. Before I could even process how to respond, my phone started ringing.
Morris's name flashed across the screen.
I picked up the call.
"Hey gorgeous," Morris's warm voice filled my ear, brimming with anticipation. "Made it safely. God, I've been counting down the minutes until I could hold you again. You don't know how badly I've been craving your touch."
My throat constricted. When I spoke, my voice shook uncontrollably. "Morris, I need to tell you something..."
The phone vanished from my grasp before I could finish.
"What are you doing?" I spun around in disbelief.
Andre pressed my phone against his ear. "Change of plans. She won't be there."
I threw myself at him, desperate. "Stop this! Andre, give it back now!"
