Adrian Moore gave her an once-over and then, slowly shook his head from side to side. “Not really.” “What do we do then?” Liz looked at the front door and then, looked back at Adrian. “Why don’t you hide in my bedroom?” He suggested, already pushing her down the hallway, opposite to where her room was. He didn’t even wait for her response. Liz had no other choice but to run inside his bedroom, looking for a good hiding spot. Once she’d disappeared out of sight, Adrian rushed to open the front door. Like he’d predicted, it was indeed his grandma. “Grandma,” he smiled at the old woman whose smile faded away. She appeared frustrated and slightly pissed. “Did you just get up? Why weren’t you opening the door for me? What are you hiding like that? Is there anything you don’t want me to see? Or someone…” She drawled out, meeting Adrian’s gaze. Adrian’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Hiding…? Why would I hide anything from you?” “I don’t know. You tell me,” Mrs. Moore tilted her chin a

“What…? No! I’m just asking you to see whether you told her anything about the contract.” Adrian exclaimed, whispering at the last word. “I was just surprised when she offered to buy me. I didn’t expect her to have such thoughts about me,” Liz said with a shrug, looking down, her lashes hiding those expressive eyes, as if she didn’t want him to read too much into her words. His heart skidded. Is that what she thinks about me? Did she think I bought her to be my fake wife? I didn’t buy her. We signed a contract to work together. We’re together in this. He cleared his throat, ignoring the thoughts crossing his mind and fisting his hands to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. "I know... she can stomp to any level to have her way." Adrian diverted his mind somewhere else instead. His bluntness seemed to take her by surprise. Liz's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" "Do you still want me to tell you?" He asked with an amused lift of one eyebrow. "She won't kill me

“Liz?” Adrian nudged her with his elbow. “Do you need some time?” Gulping, Liz nodded at him. “Then, come with me,” he steered her to the left and down the hallway, opposite to where the banquet hall was. “Where are we going?” Liz asked him, tugging at his hand. “I have a personal room at this hotel. You can use it.” He explained. Liz let him guide her to the room he’d mentioned. She tried to keep her mind off Ivan and instead, watched as they passed by several rooms before stopping at a specific one. It didn’t have a room number. It had Mr. Moore engraved onto a silver plate on the wall beside the door. “I’d brought the keys just in case we’d get bored at the party. I never thought we’d really need the room.” He unlocked the door and opened it for Liz. Closing it behind them, he gestured at Liz to have a seat. “If you want to order anything, let me know.” Liz didn’t want to talk. She needed some time to be by herself. So, she left Adrian in the living room area and went into t

Liz Walters was at first, worried about being at such an extravagant party with a bunch of socialites and business men, considering she simply hated being part of some affluent gatherings. In the end, though, she was glad she listened to Adrian because she felt a lot better being herself. Adrian was, in truth, incredibly charming, friendly, funny and easy to talk to, Liz slowly came to realize that through the night. And, by the end of the night, he’d made her completely forget she was mad at him for taunting her about the way they’d met, and about commenting on her past relationship with Ivan. She’d also forgotten she’d promised herself to live by her grandparents’ principles even though she’d long run away from home. She found herself enjoying the night with him. She couldn’t help enjoying his company; nobody could. He was just the kind of man everybody wanted to be around. He helped his grandma move around at the party, dismissed her care-giver for the night, spent quality time d

Liz Walters arched her back against Adrian, groaning, and was rewarded with the feel of his massive form pressed against her. He was naked, sweaty, his body impaling her with sensation, from the chest that seemed twice as broad as her back, all the way down his stomach, to the thick and fully erection rubbing against her bottom. “Yes,” she cried, every sense roaring to life, every inch of her in tune to the sensations that battered her like the strong winds of a hurricane. Liquid want flooded her sex and she was dying to be filled by him. She desperately wanted to turn around, to see his face, to behold the incredibly sensual man seducing her right out of the arms of another naked man. “No, she’s mine,” Ivan said. “I’m the one she’s supposed to be with.” She looked down at him. With his face obscured by the mist, he still lay below her. She’d completely forgotten about him. She could see the angry thrust of his sculpted jaw, the snarl on his lip. And she felt between her th