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

Steamy scenes ahead, at your requests. // VeGirl

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After Morgan having announced her as his girlfriend on national television, the paparazzi suddenly found Isa's presence very interesting. Even the friendly locals at the pub started to glare at her, tired of having press harass them about the couple.

The shootings were closing in on its final days, and after the wrap party it was time to head on home. Morgan asked Isa if he could spend a few weeks with her, before it was time for him to head home to the US of A. Isa had worked during the last summers but this year she fortunately had several weeks of leisure.

They decided to go back to Sweden and it was such a relief to have time to themselves. They slept in during the mornings and just relished in each other's company. In not more than a short bus ride they reached the small beach nearby. This was where Isa used to go to relax on her days off and they enjoyed their joined privacy. Angelia had gone home to her parents for a few weeks and Anna and Elin, Isa's landlords had gone away on holiday as well, so Isa and Morgan had the house to themselves.

They often laid in the big garden swing, in the shade of the huge green tree crown, reading or just talking. Morgan told Isa about his family, about his mother Joanne who worked as a real estate agent, and about his father Derrick who was a surgeon. His younger sister Madilyn, who he spoke dearly of had just dropped off a modeling career and was on the verge of starting a clothing line.

Once in a while Wilma popped over, but none of them mentioned Robert. Isa didn't really know what happened between the two of them and she didn't ask.

The days went by in a lazily pace, and Isa felt how Morgan was slowly changing into himself again. It had been a rough time to meet him during the filming, and realize he was a somewhat different person. Isa knew Morgan, and she knew Vincent, but Jasper was; like Morgan had said, a mean bastard. He had a short temper and was edgy, even if Morgan tried to be himself during his free time, Jasper was a part of their life for a long time. A weird threesome. But during their weeks of leisure in Isa's hometown, his hair was slowly growing longer, and he was fazing back into her Morgan Gray; tender loving boyfriend.

When Isa thought they were free of Portia and the hectic life in Scotland, it was time for promotion-tours. Morgan wanted Isa by his side and since that was her only chance of seeing him, she tagged along happily accompanying him.

There were pressconferences, photo-shoots and endless interviews where Portia was all over Morgan, while Isa was standing on the sidelines. Luckily Hailey was there as well, and Isa noticed that Morgan often had his arm around Hailey or sat too close to her, and that actually felt good; Isa knew she was in her corner.

Was this what her life would be like with Morgan?

She didn't mind sitting on the sideline while he took all the attention, it was a relief to get out of sight. Even if Isa actually enjoyed the jealous looks she got while walking by his side at some premier or charity-event, it was a relief to get a pause from the limelight. No matter how tired she was, she always managed to smile in the right place; on her way from the cab to the buildings and back and at the airports.

During this promotion tour, they passed quite a few hotels and as soon as they closed the door around them, they could just curl up in bed and dose off. It might have been only a couple of weeks, but it felt tiresome as if it had been a month. After it this ordeal, they took a flight back to Sweden and even Morgan sighed tired, however much he loved his fans and his job.

When they got back to Sweden, they didn't have the house to themselves anymore; everybody were back, happy to see them. Morgan and Isa just wanted to go to bed and stay there for days. Finally some time for one another again, with no alarmclocks or deadlines to consider.

Eventually it was time to head back to the good US of A, and Isa had finally agreed to come back with Morgan. Her college courses were over, and she hadn't applied for any new yet. The future lay blank like a lake in the early dawn.

Morgan helped Isa to bag up her stuff in a storage-room downstairs, and with minimal packing they headed off. She took a few of her belongings with her in the suitcase, like the laptop and a few of her sketchpads. Morgan had been surprised when she first showed him her artwork. It showed some really good landscapes in aquarelle, and abstracts in oil. He realized that he knew way less about her line of business, than she did of his. There was a clear goal to fill, to learn about her art and during their flight he questioned her about it.

There was a hope and expectation of something new and bright, as their flight took them over the wide waters. They were in their own little cocoon of privacy, but even if they had each other, it was a long flight and Isa was a little weary of how her life would pay out here in the States. Again.

After that long flight, they finally arrived in Greenville, Alabama, the press was there to greet them and Morgan proudly kept his arm around Isa's waist, trying to pretend this was perfectly natural; being followed and screamed at on a daily basis.

Morgan couldn't get the smile off his face where they stood in the elevator up to his apartment with all their bags surrounding them. He was feeling giddy and thought about if he perhaps ought to carry Isa over the threshold.

"What are you grinning about?" Isa's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"You are mine for real."

She just smiled. "Yes. But I've been yours since that kiss at the convention," she surprised him by saying.

"You had me at the hello in the makeup room." He was unable to keep the smirk off his face.

The elevator arrived at the twelfth floor, the door slid open and they stepped into the hallway, with all of their bags. Morgan saw a slight hesitation in Isa's face. He wondered if it perhaps was just his imagination. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. "Welcome home."

She walked in and put the bags down beside the door to look around. Morgan watched her face intent while she was surprised by the big airy room, the new kitchen-area with the counter facing the seating area and a dining room table. "You have a beautiful home!" She said a bit surprised.

"We have a beautiful home." He was teasing her a bit, but he really wanted her to feel that it was her home as well. With a jolt he realized they were moving in together.

She let her fingers stroke the grey leather coach as she passed it, facing the big flat screen in front of it. In the corner by the window, she let her fingers slide over the titles of the books in the bookshelf, next to his comfy armrest chair.

He walked up to her and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom; something he had want to do since the day he laid eyes on her. Her eyes were big from expectation and his heart was making a drum roll, when he led her to his bed and kissed her with a fire burning, threatening to consume him. Again and again he found himself just compelled by her persona and her beauty, by the fact that she still could bare to stay with him, despite his work and all the craziness that came with it.

"You're a brave girl."

"To move in with you?" she suggested, yet again an answer to peak his surprise.

"No, you wicked wench!" He laughed out loud and wrapped his arms around her. The tension lightened and the playfulness that Morgan loved about her was helping both of them. "What shall I do about you?" His voice was husky and he could see her shudder.

She yelped and giggled as he lifted her, only to lay her down on his bed, holding her hands over her head. "Let's see what I shall do..." He kissed her along the curve of her neck and she turned her head to give him access. "Why aren't you naked yet!" he murmured between kisses.

"Make me," she breathed. Warmth was pooling deep within her as his hand caressed up along her leg, sliding her light summer dress up.

"I'm happy to oblige, miss."
It didn't take long before they were both naked. He loved having her there, finally in his bed and he took his time revelling in the luxury of her company and her body.

She looked hungry up at his usually dark brown eyes that were now black with desire. "Are there rubber in your nightstand as well? I want you inside me." There was nothing coy about her at the moment and he relished in that. "I thought you'd never ask."

She let her eyes unabashed roam his body as he did her bidding and she still couldn't believe her luck. His muscular, sinewy body was made to be watched and to be touched. Soon he was back and her hands slid over that sculptured back as he deliciously slow granted her first wish. "Finally," she groaned in need as his muscles moved rytmically deeper and deeper.

He could barely believe she was there beneath him, begging for him to please her, though there was no need to. Just watching her face now filled with desire was reward enough.

He was drowning and she was air, he was parched and she was water. Blissful they fell asleep in each other's arms.

~ ~ ~

He was the one waking up early, and at first he looked weary around, but noticed relieved that he was at home.

Ah, home sweet home!

Beside him in bed was Isa, still fast asleep. He snuck up to the bathroom, and then back in bed again where he simply laid still and watched the gorgeous blond girl. She had the most adorable sweet snore that he had ever heard, and he could just lie there, watching her forever. After a deep breath, she started to move a bit, it was obvious she was about to wake up.

"Good morning, sweetie." He couldn't keep his hands off her anymore.

"Good morning; are you just laying there watching me again?" she said sleepily. "That's creepy!"

"Yup, that's me."

"I thought you were a bastard," she mumbled, still with the eyes closed.

"No, that was Jasper." He snuggled really close and slid his arms around her, already aching to touch her again. They lay there for a while, but soon the hunger for food overrode the carnal hunger forcing them up.

Since they arrived late the day before, and never had time to shop for breakfast, Morgan decided they'd go out for a Starbucks or something. "I don't have to be at work for another two days, so I would love to show you around town, if you want me to?"

She smiled at him. "I'd like that."

"Anything to spend time with you," he replied with a wide smile.

It felt absolutely magical to take her hand and walk downstairs. They greeted the concierge by the door and headed out, walking down the streets, his familiar home streets, and his home town. He was feeling like a teenager, anxiously waiting to meet any of his buddies, to show off his girlfriend.

They sat down in the small coffee shop opposite of the Starbucks with a sub and a coffee to satiate a completely different kind of hunger, and to get some nutrition for the day.

Morgan saw that Isa noticed the girl by the cash-register eyeballing him. That was no news, but it might be worse than ever today. He couldn't even remember her name the days he needed to be courteous. Every time he had to read the nametag to know what it was. He looked up at Isa, watching him, watching the girl.

Oh, that was probably not good, right?

He just smiled at her. "They have the best sandwiches here." Morgan noticed one of her eyebrow was quirked.

Really, that girl? he wondered. She had nothing on Isa. He gave her the same expression back, and then leaned slightly forward and whispered. "Never; not before, and not ever..."

There was embarrassment sliding over her, like a shadow. Good! He gave her a satisfied smirk, but bet she would make him regret that later. "So, what would you like to do, sweetie?"

"How about some grocery-shopping?" she suggested and Morgan almost laughed out loud.

"Oh, the glamour of being a movie-star..."

She snickered. "You are so full of yourself! I showed you around my hometown, and we started with groceries, was that so bad?"

"No, that was perfect." He chuckled. "But you've already been here before," he said with another chuckle to disguise the jealousy. "Walking hand in hand with Robert." He drew out the words in a taunting way.

She looked like she was thinking back on those days, and something hit her. All of the muscles in her face relaxed in surprise and her mouth fell slightly open. "Did you see us?"

Oops, she probably wouldn't see it as a good thing if I said I followed her around like some springer spaniel, he thought. "I happened to sit by my window when you passed the intersection outside." He decided honesty was the best defense.

She looked surprised at him. "And you saw it was me?"

"That was the night you offered to make out with me," he chuckled. "I could already spot you from a mile away."

Her eyes widened with those intense blue irises, and Morgan even saw her pupil's dialate. "I'm really glad you and Robert weren't right for each other, because I would have never been able to back off." He noted her eyes got a little glazed and could see her breathing pick up. His eyebrows went up when he got, that he could actually turn her on just by talking.

Would that girl by the cash-register mind if I just tossed everything off this table and took Isa here and now? he pondered.

Isa broke off their eye-contact and took a bite of her sub. There was a fairly bit part of Morgan that wasn't that interested in eating or grocery shopping, by now.

The girl by the register tipped something over and snapped him out of visioning Isa bent over their table. The look on that shorthaired girl over there was grim, and Morgan almost smiled at her.

Oh, was that the problem? He found her interest in him humorous, and she thought he found her interesting? Hmm...

"If you're not interested in her, you sure are sending mixed signals."

Surprised Morgan looked up at Isa, who took a sip of her coffee, trying to look unaffected. "I was just wondering if she would mind if I took you here over this table," he blurted out and Isa choked on her coffee, coughing her lungs out. He handed her a napkin.

When she was able to breathe again, she looked up at him, breathless. "We better get this grocery shopping over with." Her voice was rough, and Morgan nodded, took the last bite of his breakfast and looked out the window. He thought of how they would pass that bench over there and he visioned Isa on it, or perhaps leaned over the freezers in the store. He shifted in his chair; the jeans suddenly felt too tight.

"Your dining room table looked sturdy."

"Huh?" Morgan flinched, and so did an anxious bodypart of his. He got on his feet in a rush, grabbed Isa's hand and almost pulled her out of there, not even glancing at whatever her name was.

Just down the street was a few clothes stores located. Morgan had slowed down the tempo a bit, but kept a good grip of Isa's hand. She followed him into one of those stores like she had no free will of her own. Morgan grabbed a hanger with a top or something and pulled Isa along to the changing room. Once the door was closed behind them, Morgan backed her up against the wall and kissed her fiercely, grateful that the partitioning wall was sturdy enough. His hands were all over her and he felt her hands on his ass, pressing his hips against her.

Wait, did she want me here? he wondered surprised.

He broke off the kiss and studied her glazed eyes and swollen, parted lips.

Hell no, she said grocery shopping, and that was what we were doing, slipped meanly through his mind. With narrowed eyes, Morgan got a mean smile on his face; probably a Jasper-smile, and then he walked teasingly slow out of there, with her hand in his. He glanced over at her as they walked out the door and she looked bewildered. She was so gorgeous; with her hair all messed up like that.

"Morgan, let's get home..." She begged and he shivered at the way she pronounced his name.

He pulled her closer and kissed her temple, while grabbing her ass. "Groceries," he ordered, took her hand again and walked to the store.

The mean part of him enjoyed seeing her grind her teeth frustrated, while he asked her what kind of bread she wanted or grinding discretely against her while she reached for the eggs or milk. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to get home either, and the second they got in through the door, he dropped the bags and kissed her rough and hard up against the door while she snaked both arms and legs around him.

"Morgan?" Somebody called and the two froze.

"Mad?" What the hell was she doing here?

Isa tried to jumpstart her brain. Mad? she wondered.

A girl walked out into the hallway; she froze as she saw them. "Bad timing?" A smile spread on her face, turning wicked smirk.

"No, great timing! Another two minutes and we'd both be naked." Morgan chuckled.

She smiled cheeky. "No, we wouldn't want that." The two of them hugged each other and Isa kept asking herself what was going on, and who this girl was. She was chilled to the bone and glad for the support the door offered, to keep her vertical. Her head was spinning and she started to think that she perhaps should have the decency to at least straighten her clothes. Unnecessary she stroked her hands over her dress.

"You texted when you were supposed to get here, but you never called to say you were home." The darkhaired beautiful girl complained with a pout and Isa kept staring at her, standing there with her hands on her hips.

Who was this girl?

"Stop being such a control-freak, then!" Morgan teased her and the two of them laughed a bit.

"Welcome home," she said with a beaming smile and finally she turned to Isa. "And welcome home to you to, Eysa," she added friendly.

Isa wasn't sure but her mouth might have fallen open. "Eh... thank you," she mumbled, while thinking that this Mad knew who Isa was, but she had no idea who the girl was.

"I'm Mad."

Isa felt the same.

"My sister." Morgan explained.

Isa might have furrowed eyebrows and her mouth was probably hanging open, because they both stared at her. "Your sister?" And that's when she got it. "Your sister; Madilyn," she said relieved and finally her brain started to work again. "I'm sorry; it's really nice to meet you." Isa raised her hand, but Mad pulled her in for a hug. Over her shoulder, Isa saw Morgan smirking at her.

Oh, he was so going to pay for that later!

"It's so nice to finally meet you; Morgan's been telling us about you." Madilyn had a bubbling kind of personality and Isa instantly liked her. "You have to come and tell me everything about yourself." She put her arm around Isa and dragged her to the couch.

"Who's gonna help me with the groceries?" Morgan complained.

"I'm sure you'll manage!" Mad said and started to cross-examine Isa. "So how's it going, living with this jerk?"

"It was going pretty good, until you interrupted us!" Morgan called from the kitchen and Isa finally snickered.

She revealed without too many details that it had been great so far. "Well, I have already managed to make an enemy out of the girl at the coffee-place," she added with a slight frown.

"No doubt; someone who has a crush on my dear brother, am I right?"

"Yes, and I have never done anything to encourage the poor girl." Morgan interfered, sat down on the couch next to Isa and put his arm on the backrest behind her.

"Sweden, is it kind of like Alaska?" Madilyn blurted out and Isa had to laugh. "I mean, with bears and polar-bears and stuff?"

She just laughed. "No, it's not."

~ ~ ~

Already the first day of work Morgan took Isa along and back on set she felt the love from all of his friends.

"Isa!" Robert swept her in his arms and she laughed as he spun her around. "It's been too long; he's just trying to keep us apart, right?"

She laughed. "Hi gorgeous! It's has been too long!" Isa was really glad to see him again. "I think my friend has hid you away long enough," she joked, eager for news, but watched his face stiffening. Isa lost her face totally. "You broke up?"

He took a deep breath and looked away. "We're on a break, I think..."

"Why?" she yelped.

He looked around. "Please, not here." His voice was strained.

What had happened between them? Isa wanted to know, and said so but Robert revealed nothing.

"But it's so good to see you again, sweetie!"

"Isa!" Eric was the second one to welcome her back, and after him, Lauren and Amanda came up to hug her. Everybody wanted to know how Isa had been and it was such a commotion, that even Jacob and Mary showed up, wanting to know what was going on. "Isa!" Mary hugged her. "Aren't we rid of you yet?" she joked.

"I'm tough; it looks like you're gonna have to kill me on screen to get rid of me," Isa replied, but saw how Mary's creative side started to come up with different scenarios.

"I'm kidding, Mary! You know I'm no actor!" Isa laughed.

In the corner of her eye Isa saw somebody looking a little suspiciously at her and turned to her to find the girl who was playing Gina; the girl Isa had seen clinging to Morgan's arm on TV.

"Hi Marina, have you met Isa, Morgan's girlfriend?" Mary introduced.

"Yes, in real life." Isa attempted it as a joke, but noted it was a clear statement when it reached her own ears. She flashed the girl a smile to milden up the cocky challenged words and proffered her a hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

This seemed to work and she gave her a guarded smile. "Nice to meet you as well, I'm Marina."

That was the moment Morgan was back from makeup and he came up to snake his arms around Isa's waist. "Hi love." He kissed her neck. "And hi Marina. Should I be worried with both girlfriends together?" he said with a smile. "Or should I enjoy it." He wiggled his eyebrows and Marina looked alarmed at Isa.

"Vincent; I'd like to speak to Morgan now," Isa teased him, making him tense up and then laugh loudly.

When Isa took a good look at him, he looked like he had been through a real rough time. She almost gasped at first, but then she just shook her head. "Rough day at work honey? Did Hans beat you up again?"

"Yes, could you tell him to stop?" he whined.

"Yes, sweetie I'll tell him," Isa pretended to comfort him. It was so fun to be back here, where they resumed their playful relationship and this was a place Isa felt like she belonged.

They looked up to find Marina observing them.

"What?" Morgan snapped at her. "Don't be a sore loser!" He called after her as she turned and left them alone.

It was actually amazing to have Morgan's alter ego; Vincent back, and to get rid of Jasper, the mean bastard. Fay, the make-up artist had even managed to get his hair long again, with whatever wig or clip-on hair she usually used.

Isa walked closer to the set, carefully not to disturb the cast or crew and to prevent from making any sounds that would end up on tape. The scene they were shooting was a real hard fighting scene, that almost made Isa wince, even if she knew it was acting.

"You gotta do that again; that tickles!" Morgan's character; Vincent got up from the floor, with a mean laughter.

Isa couldn't help but to smile and shake her head slightly; that character of his was always so god damn cocky; cocky and hot.

Three guys jumped Vincent and started to kick and punch him and Isa started to worry about her Morgan getting bruises. They were kicking and pounding, but Vincent kept ducking, jumping and dodging again and again, until suddenly two of the opponents got a hold of him while the other got the upper hand.

Isa wanted to get involved, even if she was well aware of the fact that she was standing in a studio, right behind the cameramen.

Suddenly that man, just about to strike Vincent and plunge the wooden stake into his chest, slumped to the ground, revealing Robert's character Hans standing behind him, holding the guys heart in his hand. He looked at Vincent like he had done nothing wrong.

"What? Someone had to..."

Isa had to put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling, and that's when they shouted cut.

The guys that minutes ago were hitting each other, aiming to kill, were now helping one another up, laughing and hitting each other joke-fully on the backs. Robert was the one that noticed Isa standing there first. He walked up to her and gave her a hug; careful not to smear fake-blood on her.

"Cocky much?" Isa joked, referring to his character.

"Very much." He answered with a wide smile. "It's good to see you again."

Morgan interrupted him. "You're not trying to steal my girl, are you?" He snaked his arms around Isa from behind and kissed her neck.

"She's not dinner; if you bite her I'll stake you!" Robert commented, or it was actually more Hans, than Robert.

Isa just laughed at them, thinking about how lucky she was, that had not just had two, but four guys to play with.

~ ~ ~

Morgan hadn't been back to work more than a few weeks when his agent called about an award dinner; there had been a few and Isa couldn't really remember the name of this one. Was it the Emmy's or the Scream awards?

They would be going to Los Angeles to attend said dinner and then go back the next day. "It's a short jetlagged trip, but I would love if you wanted to come with me."

"Well, I'll check my calendar..." The sarcasm was shining through. She really needed something to do.

He put his arms around her. "I'm sorry that I'm busy, and you're not."

Isa smiled and shrugged her eyebrows. "Don't be; that's not your responsibility. I just need to ground myself, and then take control over my life." She smiled at him. "And, I'd love to come with you."

With a full moon on Thursday, the crew was working full time, almost day and night Wednesday till Friday and on Saturday morning it was time for Isa and Morgan to get to the airport. Morgan was dead tired and fairly cranky, and Isa couldn't blame him. She did her best to be the good girlfriend, finding some remote place at the business class lounge, for peace and quiet, and to let him sleep undisturbed through the flight. Once they arrived, they got a few hours to spend at the hotel, before it was time to get to was he named; the spectacle called 'award ceremony'.

There was a long red carpet, lined to one side by reporters and photographers. Isa had done this before, and with the new dress Morgan bought her, she was feeling confident enough to smile and wave, when he did.

He held her hand the entire time and Isa was once again fascinated how much people wanted to know about their personal life.

"Yes, Felicia is my girlfriend." He answered the many questions about her. But answering one question, only led to a bunch of new ones. "How we met?" He smiled at her. "Through a mutual acquaintance." He refused to answer any question on who or how and there were a lot of personal questions, that he also ignored.

"Was it love at first sight?" Someone called.

They looked at each other and a smile formed on her face. "Absolutely." Isa said. Morgan turned to the reporter. "Yes, it was like an uppercut," he revealed, leaning forward secretly. Isa laughed and Morgan kissed her in front of the cameras.

The crowd went nuts.

Even inside, the couple were asked to pose for pictures during the champagne-mingling. The interest in them had doubled.

Eventually it was time for dinner, and they entered the huge dining room, filled with white linen cloth covered round tables. Around the tables were comfortable armchairs. It was a beautiful setting, and Isa was thinking of the award dinner in Paris, where Morgan had whispered something naughty in the middle of the formal dinner, making her all hot and jittery. That feeling was slowly returning to her anticipating what would happen when they returned to the hotel-room after this event.

People were walking around looking at the tables and Isa realized that they were studying place settings. Well, that's just natural in a dinner this size, she thought. Morgan and she followed the others example and looked around to find their names. By the table up front they found Morgan's place and smiling they looked on both sides on him, but Isa's name wasn't there.

An ice-cold hand gripped her heart when they realized that her name was nowhere around his table. They had separated them. Two tables away, almost with her back at him, they found Isa's name.

She hated place settings! Isn't there some rule that you should only separate married couples, she wondered desperately. Maybe that didn't apply on movie-stars? Isa was feeling horrid; she didn't know anyone on this event; no one but Morgan. A really bad temper was threatening to emerge.

The room started to fill and Morgan was equally annoyed that they had separated them and went to one of the staff to see if there was a mistake made that could be fixed, but he was told everything was in order. Isa could see his jaw clenching and wanted to do the same, but she did her best to keep it together.

A woman took a stand on the podium, telling everybody to take their seats and Morgan apologized when he had pulled the chair out for Isa, and then left her.

With a feign smile she looked around the table to find friendly smiling faces greeting her. She immediately felt bad. They all nodded and introduced each other.

Isa glanced over to Morgan's table to find him having none other than Portia on his side. She gritted her teeth. I will not be jealous, I will have a good time; was the mantra of the evening.

It turned out that Isa had a gallery owner on her right side and a sculptor on her left. This might not be such a disaster after all, she thought. There were several people at her table who were very nice, and Isa found herself caught up in really interesting discussions about Masaccio and linear perspective. They had both heated arguments and a lot of laughs at their table and time flew by fast.

Suddenly Isa felt hands on her shoulders and when she looked up, Morgan was standing behind her, looking a little grim. "Hi darling, are you okay?"

"Yes, sweetie; these guys are very versed in the art-world, and we're having interesting discussions. How are you?" she asked, predicting the answer and feeling good for mastering her own jealousy.

"I think I'd rather be sitting here with you," he muttered.

Isa chuckled in a pitying tone. "My poor baby, stuck with the bigwig..." She patted one of the hands, resting on her shoulders. "You can come back anytime," she offered generous. He sighed and gave her a light kiss before he returned to his table.

There was a slight uncomfortable silence as he left. "Morgan Gray is your date?" one of girls around the table asked, stunned.

Isa laughed surprised and wiggled her brows. "Yes, I'm here with Morgan."

She looked a bit shocked. "I heard a rumor about a girl," she said carefully.

"Just one?" Isa laughed and the girl looked a bit embarrassed, but still like Isa was some freaking Cinderella.

Well, she did have a stepmother...

The award ceremony started after the dessert and Morgan was nominated in one of the categories; Male Hottie, and however nice it was to get an award, Best Drama Actor sounded better in his own ears.

They started to announce the different award categories; favorite daytime TV host, favorite guest star and the list kept going.

Possibilities won the; Favorite Sci-fi/fantasy Show, and Morgan got to accept the award for the entire crew's effort and he was thorough when he thanked everybody, all according to the pre-written speech.

Favorite TV Villain went to Mark Pellegrino, playing Satan in Supernatural, and Morgan thought he really deserved that award, even if Micha Collins outplayed him a lot in his character as Castiel.

As many predicted, Morgan won the 'hunk of the year'; no, sorry; Male Hottie.

He was once again thorough in his effort to thank the entire crew, but also his family and last but not least his fabulous girlfriend Felicia. He saw her smile a bit embarrassed as the cameras did a close up on her and Morgan knew she didn't like that, but he just wanted to show the entire world that she was his.

During the rest of the evening Morgan managed to move over to Isa's table and even if he denied it, he knew in his heart it had to do with jealousy, however much he tried to hide it. Luckily Isa was pleased to have him there, and that meant all the difference.

At Isa's table sat one of the guys she had been telling him about; a gallery owner here from Los Angeles, who was really nice to talk to, Morgan thought. There were a couple of girls on the other side of the table though that was glaring at him with open mouths. The bad guy in him took hold of Isa's hand and gazed lovingly at her, and he was actually scared that she'd be mad at him for being so obvious.

Finally Morgan asked her if she was ready to get back to the hotel and she thanked her new friends for the company and they walked out of there. Once again they were swarmed by photographers but Morgan's good mood just made him smile and gladly pose for photos with his girlfriend.

It might have been some never before known jealousy that sparked the fire of passion that night, but Morgan never wallowed in that. He was too caught up in the reveling of his lovely girl's body and soul, and Isa in his.

~ ~ ~

"I got you to L.A., is there something you want to see or do, while we're here?" Morgan asked and she looked like she'd rather just order room-service and stay in bed and he would not argue with her.

But then she changed her mind. "The sea...I'd like to see the ocean."

She always managed to surprise him. This was not the kind of girl that wanted to spend his money in the exclusive shopping areas of town, buying expensive shoes, purses or jewelry, even if he would gladly do it. She wasn't the girl that wanted the exclusive gatherings to stake a claim on him either. Isa wasn't that interested in The Morgan Gray experience; she wanted him.

It felt absolutely amazing to take her hand and walk along the beach where the waves came crashing in. Some people were splashing around in the sea, while others were busy getting a tan. There were families with children, building sand castles and Morgan wondered for a moment if that would ever fit into his life. He sure hoped so.

"Are even the paparazzi having a day off?" Isa's voice snapped Morgan back in the here and now.

"What did you say?"

She was looking embarrassed muttered. "I just say it's a really nice day, not even the paparazzi are bothering us today."

"Yeah, sometimes it's great to be me." He grinned.

"Show off!" She teased and beamed from suppressed laughter.

The scent of the ocean, and the balminess it gave this hot day, was giving it that little extra to be absolutely fabulous. The sea smelled fresh, salty and good, totally different to the Atlantic, that lined New York, and really different to the small line of sea that runs between Sweden and Denmark.

However glamorous life with the rich and famous might seem, this day with them walking, hand in hand there like just regular Joe and plain Jane, really was the icing of the cake.

Could life be this easy?

"When we get back home, I want to take you to my parents."

Isa looked at him with wide eyes. "What if they don't like me?"

Morgan laughed right out. "Why wouldn't they; because you're a gold digger?"

"No..." She mumbled embarrassed. "Because I'm just ordinary..."

~ ~ ~

There was a request from a local Morning show about an interview and Morgan's publicist accepted, thinking that all kind of publicity is good. Isa was still at home and Morgan was getting used to having her there. It was a novel feeling to walk in through the door and call 'Honey, I'm home' and to be greeted by her, or bringing her to work with him. He knew that was selfish, but to have her near, somehow made him feel whole.

Without the live audience there were just a few applauds when Morgan was announced on the morning show, and he thought about the response in Scotland.

"Welcome Mr. Gray, it's nice to have you here."

"Oh, call me Morgan, please! And thank you for having me here."

The host asked a little about work; about the show and a little about the film Morgan worked on during the summer and he answered politely.

"You've been a private person, not revealing too much about your personal life, I mean, until recently." He said and Morgan dreaded any too personal questions about Isa. "You grew up mot far from here, right?"

"Yes, that is correct." He answered surprised.

"Could you tell some childhood memory?"

Morgan was surprised, but gave him an appreciative look. "That was a good question." he said with a wide smile, knowing exactly what to say. "When I was just a kid, I tricked people that I could read minds. My family was amused at first, but when I started to reveal secrets they got really spooked." The host of the show laughed and Morgan noted snickering among the studio crew. "I was actually hiding everywhere eavesdropping on everything." He looked straight into the camera. "Sorry mom and dad! And to Madilyn I can only say; Gotcha!"

~ ~ ~

As the days passed, Isa started to think more and more of what to do, this whole thing of being a kept wife wasn't really her thing. Filling her days with shopping and visits at the nail-salon, filled Isa with dread. It just seemed too shallow.

Was this her Cinderella life? Waiting for Morgan to come home? Isa started to feel trapped in this bachelor pad of his. She could head down to the studio whenever she felt like it, and she always felt welcome there, but Isa felt useless. What was she supposed to do with her life?

What did take up Cinderella's days after her happy ending; needlepoint?

Mary called Isa to her office one day she arrived on set, and Isa started to worry a bit on her way over there. "Hi Isa, so good of you to come!" She gave the girl a warming hug. "Do I remember correctly, that you're an art history graduate?"

Isa nodded surprised. "Yes, that's right." Her eyebrows showed the puzzlement. "Why do you ask?"

She smiled a big warm smile. "Excellent!" She hooked her arm in Isa's and walked away with her, still confused. "We're doing peeks into the past of Robert's character, Hans, so we're building new sets for that."

Isa was still not getting it.

"Would you perhaps be able to help us with the decor?"

She blinked surprised at Mary. "Sure, that would be really interesting, but I don't know if I'm qualified. I mean, I'm no scenographer."

Mary smiled reassuring at her. "We need someone to help out with the art over the right era and location."

Once again Isa blinked surprised. "Yeah, I think I can do that..."

Mary took Isa to the right setting where they were arranging a room from the northern area in the first century, and then another room from the fourteen hundreds. Isa was at once intrigued and started to rummage that part of her brain that had been put on hold for far too long now.

Mary introduced Isa to Anya, who was the scenographer and the three started to discuss suggestions for the proper art for the walls.

Anya was a sweet girl, just a couple of years older than Isa and she was really good looking. If Isa hadn't got the proper introduction, she would have mistaken her for an actress, with her brown hair in a long loose braid on her back.

"Art is the one thing I didn't really get a grip on." She excused herself with a sweet smile. "I hope you want to assist."

Isa returned it. "Sure; what can I do for you?"

Mary started to tell a bit about the character who was supposed to occupy the setting. Anya and Mary discussed era and location and Isa nodded and asked hopefully the right questions in her need to get a deeper knowledge about it.

Isa was instantly intrigued by the task. "I would need a computer and some time, but I think I'll be able to come up with something." She said smilingly.

"Great!"

The three women walked back to the office where Anya and some staff were setting up a sketch for this specific room. It caught Isa's interest at once and in her mind Isa was already researching for art.

Anya was a dedicated staff and she totally ignored that Isa only was there because she was the leading actor's girlfriend, which was an incredibly relief for Isa. Here she could be herself; she was here on her own merit and not due to her association.

"Perhaps you would consider a more permanent position?"

Isa was once again surprised in Mary's office.

"I don't know if you have a green card or when you could get it, since you're Swedish, right? But I'd like you for a little more permanent situation here."

Wow!

Isa's mouth fell open, but she did her best to shake it off. "I'm an American citizen as well. I have double citizenship, since my mom's an American."

Mary gave her a surprised look, and then her face split up in a huge smile. "Congratulation, you just got hired!" They shook hands and Isa started to feel better about this future.

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