*. "Liam" I call as I listen to his slow steady breaths in my dimly lit and quiet room. "Hmm" he hums in response, his chest vibrating under my cheek. Somehow we ended up lying down and hovering each other. With him holding me like I am about to break and my face on his chest. "You were about to tell me something," I point out. I think of other reasons Liam has to want to get married that didn't start and end with getting loads of cash. "What other reason?" Liam mumbles absentmindedly. I look up at him with a pout. "The other reason you have to get married" I say, stressing on every word. Liam shut his eyes close, his face passive and lips set in a firm line. "I didn't say that" I frown. "You did minutes ago" "And you were getting ready to sleep remember" he says lazily, throwing my earlier lie to my face. I huff, adjusting so I could see his face properly. My eyes meet with his magnificent jaw and follow the trail down his long neck. He is such a fine specimen.
Sia~. I force my eyes open as the realization that I'm alone dawns on me. I glare at the empty space beside me and a pang of disappointment waved through me ruining the day I am yet to even begin. But it was immediately replaced with anger at my awful husband. Is he always so happy to leave me alone? I roll my body to his side of the bed. Cold. Signifying he has been gone a while. So much for hopes of waking up with kisses. I pout. Liam is such a bad husband. Even if he is fake. I pull the duvet over my head, shutting my eyes so tightly together, it hurts. I wasn't sure why I'm so mad but all I know is I am extremely furious. I really should work on sleeping less deeply so I can be able to tell when the son of a cow slips out of bed. He must be blind to have seen someone like me on the bed and still able to work out. I move out of the soft bed with the duvet draped around me as I drag my feet along to the bathroom grumbling incoherent words to myself. But then I change m
. I step out of the car and mutter a quick thank you to my driver as I proceed to going into the castle- or should I say house, before me. It takes all self control for my mouth to stay close and not hang agape. Nested on the large plot of land is a mansion. The mansion is all concrete and tall glass windows with tall ceilings. The mansion stands there as if the surrounding nature has embraced it. "Wow" I mutter breathlessly. The large house is surrounded with the best amenities money can buy, a tennis court, a sixty five foot pool, an extensive garden and even a walking path. Like the castles in fairy tales. I gasp, tightening my fingers around my purse as I step into the castle. The inside is way better than anything I could have imagined. The art nooks, rounded corners, crown moldings and archways installed at all the right places gives the house a luxury touch. I stay rooted in place on the ironwood flooring that probably never creaks. Ten rooms. An indoor gym and a dr
"I can give you some time to think about the offer, if you aren't sure" Evans offers politely, not making any move to push me into agreeing. Modeling, I picture myself before thousands of cameras giving killer poses and the photographers trying to get my good sides. Or the people feasting their eyes on me as I cat walk through the run way. There's no runway Scarlett, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I gush internally, nibbling the biscuits. "There is no need, i agree" I chip in but slowly pretending to have reconsidered the offer so as not to appear too eager. I want to do it. The thought of it alone gives me thrills so why should I pass up the offer. Liam shouldn't have any problem with me working as a model, and he probably is already aware of the offer. A furrow appears between his brows, "Really?" he pushes doubtfully. "Of course. It's a nice deal and I would like to model for the project" Evans' smile widened. "That's excellent news, I will begin the preparations for
My jaw drop open in shock. I immediately gather my composure snapping my mouth shut. "What does that mean?" I demand irritatedly, refusing to believe I heard correctly. Liam pins me down with his intense gaze, his stance rigid. I study the lines of exhaustion and stress on his face as he narrows his gaze on me. "Liam…" I begin to say. "Forget it" he grumbles a note of bitterness in his voice, his brows curve into a frown as he cuts me off before I can implore further. I scoff internally. He can't just go about dropping bombshells like this every time and expect me to forget it, telling me to forget it like it's nothing. "This is…" Liam gave me one last look and moved past me heading for the exit, ready to leave. Oh no you don't, I grab his arm quickly causing him to halt. "Tell me, I want to know" I insist. "Why did you say that?" Liam didn't even spare me the tiniest glance as he shoves my hands off and storms out of the room slamming the door shut, leaving me in a conf
I lean back a little, watching him watch me. Spend time with me, as in, on a date? I bit back the smile beginning to form, maintaining a passive look.I Clear my throat. "Are you sure you do not have something urgent to attend to?" I push. He smiles slowly. "It's just you and me today, at all time" I know I should not let what Liam just said to me get to my head but that did not stop my inside from rejoicing and gushing internally. And yet the anxious knot twists my stomach then I take a deep breath.What do I call this? A dream come true? A moment of jealousy? Or another act for the public? Whatever it is, I will be outside breathing in the fresh air is what is important and I will be having fun. Liam slid a hand down my body but I caught it in time stopping it from reaching whatever destination planned. He gives me a searching look then asks, "So what do you say?" I shove his hand off rolling off the bed so there is enough space between us then j shrug and respond, "Whateve
Mitchell, Garrett Norman's supposedly special mistress, is dressed outrageously. Aside from the loud makeup which is not the only thing I notice as I move my eyes to the plunging neck of the other woman's body hug dress, her breasts were partially covered. An amazing feat of the dress I must say. I recall our encounter at the party when I almost got slapped with those sizable breasts and I scrunch my face at the unpleasant memory. "Hello Liam Knight. You look dashing" her voice drops as low as a throaty whisper. Her eyes were literally striping his cloths, eye fucking him. I puke in my mouth, taking my gaze back to the menu. I have no idea what Caesar salad is but it is the most recurring dish on the menu. But my attention zeros on the honey roast duck and chicken cordon bleu. Those certainly had to be good. "And won't you introduce me to your lovely company?" My gaze moves once again from the menu to Mitchell whose nose is twitched like a hound scenting a fox. Her curly brown h
I bit back a moan as I chewed slowly on my meal. I guessed right, the chicken cordon bleu tasted fringing great. Our orders arrived a few minutes earlier and it's been la la wonderland. And not to forget the excellent wine. Just staring at the bottle makes my stomach dance with joy. I reach the bottle but Liam beats me to it picking up the bottle. I look up at him with my brows arched in question. "You shouldn't drink much" he explains pouring the wine into my glass himself. I watch like a hawk as he fills my glass and a muscle jumps in my jaw when Liam stops with my glass half way filled. "What's this?" I snarl. He smirks, setting down the bottle gently. "Wine, what, is it wrong that I choose to do the serving?" I scrunch my nose narrowing my gaze at him. "Whatever" not like I can't reach for it next time. The next time never arrives as every time I reach for the bottle Liam would always beat me to it. It was like he predicted my move even before I made it. "Stop that" I