Liam held the door for her, and she jumped in the backseat. He joined her a second later, and they pulled away from Anderson Logistics.
"Where are we going?" Eden asked as they left the skyscrapers behind and sped towards Glen Eagles.
"To see my parents since they couldn't make it for the board meeting," he replied, taking her hand in his and held it on his lap.
She relaxed in her seat and stared at their entwined hands, liking the calloused feel of his palm in her soft one.
Liam had good manly hands, thanks to the countless hours he'd spent in the past—back when he was still a motorsport driver—tearing apart his cars' engines and putting them back together again. Eden remembered watching one of his interviews once where he had given an in-depth guide to his car maintenance routine.
"Are you nervous about meeting them?" Liam whispered in her ear as he pulled her close to him. His low, gruff voice sent sparks of awareness twirling at her centre
Liam's been back from lunch with his parents for a while now, but no matter how hard he tried to settle down for the afternoon and trudge through the thousands of proposals screaming for his attention, he couldn't. He pushed away from his desk and stalked his way to Matthew's office. "King Liam, twice in one day! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this time?" Matthew mocked him when he walked in and crashed on the couch. "Eden's old office," Liam said. "Don't you think there's something wrong with it?" "You mean apart from its size?" "Look at all the other offices; they're all cluttered with shit from their homes, family photos, travel boards, birthday cards." "So?" Matthew pushed away from the desk. "Eden doesn't have any of that. When I fetched her this morning, all her stuff fit in a small box." "Maybe she doesn't like clutter." "I get that," Liam blew out a frustrated breath. "But what about her son
It was hard to be in Rock Castle in the last week of April and not be steeped in the fanfare and drama that came with Fashion Week. Even if Eden didn't have a ticket to her front-row seat, there was no way she would have missed out on any part of the weeklong festivities because Sienna had a backstage press pass to cover the daily shows. Lydia, too, had secretly recorded the entire opening event, giving her a sneak peek of what to expect when she attended her hump day evening show. By the time Wednesday rolled around, Eden was a bundle of nerves, unable to sit still or hold down anything she ate. It was her first Fashion Week and as close to a red carpet event she would ever attend, but she'd also chosen today to break the news to Liam about Aiden. It wasn't their impending talk, though, that had her stomach in knots; after all, she had the custody agreement to help smooth things over. Eden's biggest worry was finding the right outfit
"Eden!" Laura was a picture of joy and politeness as she dazzled her with her megawatt smile. Eden could see right through her fake friendliness, though. But she smiled back anyway as she tried to side-step her. Laura quickly blocked her path. "Can we talk?" Eden didn't think they had anything to talk about, considering they didn't know each other very well. Before she could refuse, though, Liam's ex took her hand and pushed her to a dimly lit corner a few meters from the restrooms. "What's this about?" Eden demanded as soon as they were out of earshot and prying eyes. "I get to ask the questions, and you just listen," the other woman snapped, her saccharine smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a frostiness that chilled Eden to the bone. "Now, how long are you planning to keep this up?" "What?" She asked, baffled by the question. "Your innocent act," Laura murmured. "We both know you are hardly the saint that
Liam was neck-deep in reports and proposals when Clara knocked and came in with a tray of refreshments and his head of security in tow. She set the afternoon snacks on his desk and excused herself, but not before reminding him he had a 3:00 PM meeting with Matthew and the marketing team. "Mr Anderson, the report you asked for on Ms McBride and her son," James said when they were alone and handed him a brown A4 envelope. "You took your time," Liam murmured as he reached for his espresso and motioned for him to take a seat on the couch. "Ms McBride keeps her son out of the spotlight, and she doesn't seem to have any other social media accounts other than her I*******m. We had to do a bit of surveillance work." The head of security explained why it took his team a little over a week to get him the report. "What did you find?" Liam asked. His fingers were already ripping through the envelope, though. And within seconds, he came face to fac
As soon as his head of security left, Liam gathered up the paternity test results, birth certificate and the report on Eden's dating history, stuffed them in the brown envelope with Aiden's photos and locked them away in his safe. He couldn't take any chances. The last thing he wanted was information about his son ending up in the wrong hands, or worse, getting leaked to the tabloids. He'd just thrown on his jacket and fixed his tie when Clara strolled in, a notebook in her hand and an anxious look in her eyes. She paused just inside the door and announced, "Sir, they are waiting for you. Ms Edwards and her team are already here." "I'm right behind you, Ms Winston." Liam nodded and followed her out of his office, his mind still racing at unprecedented speeds with endless questions. Twenty people were seated around the oval table when he walked into the boardroom on the 35th floor, but Liam only cared about one. He held Eden's gaze briefly before makin
"Fucking hell, Laura!" Liam barked at his ex and pushed her away from him. She stumbled and fell in a clumsy heap at his feet. "She lied to you, and you still want her—" She spluttered out her bewilderment, but his cold, piercing gaze was enough to shut her up real quick. He gulped down more of the bourbon, resenting her even more for complicating his already messy evening. Now he not only had one but two issues to work through with Eden. "When did you find out?" He demanded when her words sunk in at last. "That night at Crush when she fought with her boyfriend. I tried to warn you the last time I was here, but you were adamant he's someone else's kid." "You knew!" His voice was dangerously soft as he placed the now half-empty bottle on his desk. "You knew, and you said nothing!" "You hate kids, remember? In all the years we were together, you never wanted them. I figured there's no need to tell you since you were so co
Accepting Isaac's movie invitation was a mistake. Eden knew that as soon as they bought the tickets, and he splashed out on popcorn and drinks. It was supposed to be a casual night out on the town between two friends. But, Isaac had stars in his eyes, and she had a lot of hurt in her heart. This wouldn't end well for one of them, or both, the same way it didn't end well for her and Liam. What did you think was going to happen, Eden thought sadly as she tried to follow the intricate storyline of the Rom-Com playing out in front of her. It sounded very much like the badly-written plot to her own love life, and there were a lot of similarities between her and the protagonist. They were both attracted to emotionally unavailable men and ignored the dependable guys who wanted to give them the world. Isaac was safe and dependable. He was a decent guy, a good friend and a fantastic handyman. He'd helped her repaint the inside of her house, and
Isaac went out of his way to make sure she's happy and comfortable even though the ride to her place was relatively short. He put on some upbeat music and turned on the heater to warm her up. They drove in silence for a kilometre or two until Eden grew restless, and she found herself babbling away to distract herself. She was so afraid that her hurt and anger would take over once again if she stayed still too long. She'd cried enough for Liam for one night. So she faked a huge smile on her face as she asked Isaac random questions. He was happy to answer them all while he negotiated the car through the nearly empty streets. Eventually, the conversation moved on to their respective jobs, and Isaac updated her on his latest divorce case, a couple with mega millions on the line, but the only thing they wanted to wrangle over was their ten-year-old Sphynx cat. "I get it," Eden said. "I would have fought for Snow, too, if I knew there's a custody ba