Page 111 of Creed

Addie watched closely as my makeup was done and had a ton of questions. I heard Creed return and Addie went running for him and they played until Melissa returned and it was time for me to put on my dress.

I got requests from all over the world to wear different designers labels. The dress I chose months ago was from a designer that wasn’t yet well known. I hoped my red carpet appearance in her dress would help her grow her business. She was brilliant and I fell in love with the dress the moment I saw it. It was a floor length blush satin gown with a lace sweetheart bodice. The designs in the lace was a scalloped pattern and it was a shade lighter than the satin on the lower half of the dress.It was timeless and absolutely gorgeous. She was nervously working on the dress all day because our estimate for my weight gain was a little off. I hadn’t gained as much weight on the top as I was hoping. She had to take it in a little bit here and there, but she was able to finish up just in time. I slipped my feet into a pair of light blush scrappy stilettos by Sophia Webster. My jewelry was a classic Harry Winston diamond set on loan to me from a museum in New York. Not even Creed could afford the jewelry I was wearing. In order to showcase the jewelry, my hair was in a loose chignon. I was handed my blush clutch as I left the master suite I had been in all day, and was caught off guard when I looked up and froze. I had to remind myself to breathe when I saw the most handsome man alive wearing a fitted tux I knew was Armani. Creed’s gorgeous eyes met mine after they swept from my feet all the way up.

“Jesus Morgan.” He ran his hand down his face as he studied my body.

I heard Addie and Melissa gasp. “Auntie Morgan is a pwincess.” Addie muttered.

“Your Auntie Morgan was always the prettiest girl in school too.” Melissa tickled her and Addie giggled.

Creed clasped my hands then lowered his lips to my ear. “Its taking everything I have to not shove you back into that bedroom and strip you out of that gorgeous dress.” He whispered then kissed my cheek. I blushed and felt like a school girl once again.

The word dashing didn’t even give Creed justice. He was no longer the bearded and tattooed biker I first met. He was Alistair Creed, special agent and I wanted him again. It was definitely going to be a long night.

Creed stopped at nothing to ensure our safety. He hired our limousine through a security agency and had us followed by his men. Rollins rode in the front seat of our car.

Creed held my hand as we drove toward Grauman’s Chinese Theater in Hollywood. I knew he was dreading it and probably hated the tux, but I appreciated what he was doing more than he knew. I was also very excited. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t wait for the whole world to know that I did indeed have a personal life and that I was deeply in love. I was so proud of him, and I knew I was the luckiest woman on earth to have become his. Creed was far from famous, maybe he would have been if he took the path his father wanted him to take, but I was thankful for his status. I was with a real man. Not one that was fake or starving for attention and money. None of those things mattered to him. He loved Morgan Rossi, the girl from Cold Springs, Indiana. Not the Morgan Rossi that was an A-list actress that was spoiled and entitled like most believed. He would choose the girl that loved baking, gardening, and music over the woman he saw in movies and magazines.

When the car pulled up for our turn to exit, I squeezed Creed’s hand and thanked him. I knew the situation I was taking him into was painful for him. He had no desire whatsoever to be thrust into the spotlight, but he felt I was worth it. He would be spending an entire evening surrounded by the kind of people he detested just for me.

Creed exited first, took a look around like he was clearing the area for safety, buttoned his jacket, then reached one hand down for me. The press was already going insane when I stepped out. Security was pushing people back behind the barriers and I plastered my usual fake smile on my face and looked around at the crowd. Security directed us behind a barrier for our redcarpet walk. First, we stopped and posed together for pictures. I could feel Creed stiffen as the lights of the cameras nearly blinded us. I ignored any questions that were yelled out and we did as directed. Eventually, we made it to the press area where we stopped to allow reporters to film us and ask questions.

“Morgan, over here!” I saw Justine Heart, a reporter for a small magazine trying to get my attention. I tended to levitate toward the lesser known, so I chose her for my first interview.

“We are all so relieved to see you finally out in public. I would also like to offer my deepest condolences about the incident you survived but lost your lifelong best friend.” She said.

“Thank you.”

“This movie is projected to break box office records. How do you feel about that after your publicist confirmed your retirement from the entertainment industry?” That was what I appreciated. She didn’t dive straight into my personal life.

“I think its wonderful. It is a beautiful story written by Link Obermeyer and I’m honored the studio chose me for the leading role. I believe both of my last movies will be box office hits and I’m ecstatic my retirement comes off the heel of both of these great movies.”

“Who are you wearing tonight? This dress is phenomenal, and I’m convinced you’ll make the best dressed list.” She asked.

“My dress is by Paulina Gray, and I’m amazed with her work. I have no doubt she will be as famous as my past designers very soon. My shoes are of course by Sophia Webster.”

She smiled as she looked at Creed. “And your handsome date this evening?”

I smiled up at Creed then to Justine. “This is my boyfriend, Alistair Creed, but don’t call him Alistair, you’ll upset him. He goes by Creed.” I teased and Justine giggled.

She moved her microphone to Creed. “Is this a forever kind of thing, and how do you feel about Morgan’s success? You are dating the most desired woman in Hollywood.”

Creed looked down at me and locked eyes with mine. “She’s my world and I’m proud of everything she does. She’s the most kind and loving person I’ve ever been lucky enough to know, and yes, this is a forever kind of thing. As far as her being the most desired woman in Hollywood, no, there is nobody that desires her for the genuine person she is more than me.”

He studied my eyes, and I did his, just before I was directed by a producer to move along.

“Thanks for your time.” I said as I stepped aside to the next reporter. By the time we made it to the last reporters, they had done some research.

Brian Campbell was the reporter who first showed that he did his homework. He asked the usual questions about the movie then turned to Creed. “We know now that you are Alistair Creed II, and the heir of the Chicago Creed fortune. You’re the son of Alistair Creed I and Nicole Meadows Powers. You’ve done your best to stay out of the spotlight and chose to serve our country rather than follow in the footsteps of either of your parents. You were a Green Beret and now have your hands in many investments, including your own motorcycle brand. Did you meet Morgan through your mother and step father?” He asked.

“No, I met Morgan at a fundraiser in her hometown. In fact, Morgan didn’t know my mother’s identity for some time after we met.”

“And what are your thoughts about your brothers arrest earlier this week for indecent exposure and assault on Justin Bieber?” Brian asked and my head swung up and looked at Creed. He was fighting a laugh.

“Kids will be kids, I guess. He’s only seventeen so let’s give him a break.” He gestured for me to move on, but I was looking up at him in confusion.

“Your brother did what to Justin?” I asked and Creed shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later.”

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