"How did it go, sir?" Both James and Steven asked when he slid in the car. "You and the missus made up? Will she and the baby move in?"
"She played me!" Liam grunted as he loosened his tie and yanked it off his neck. "She fucking backed me into a corner, and one of those idiots in there thought I'd struck gold with a custody agreement I didn't even want. I wanted her to come home! I wanted her and our son home with me. What am I supposed to do now with Aiden on my own?"
"Ask the missus for forgiveness?" Steven offered his two cents, and James quickly shook his head to shut him up.
"Why must I always ask for forgiveness? Why should I beg for forgiveness when Eden lied to me and kept my child away from me? When do I get my apology?"
All thoughts of finding a way to move forward were momentarily forgotten as Liam fumed in his seat and racked his brain, trying to understand how their meeting had turned into such a circus.
"She's apologised, Sir,"
A half-hour trip to get to work ended up taking two hours because of a horrific car crash on the R51. By the time Eden made it to the office, she was hangry and royally pissed off from being caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic for so long. She'd barely sat down when Clara came to deliver some much needed good news. Liam had decided to take the day off. Eden smiled but didn't ask for details. Still fuming from his stunt with his attorneys, she didn't care and wasn't in the least curious as to why he'd suddenly decided he needed a break. But Clara was very curious, and she made it known as she traipsed up and down in front of her desk. "I wonder what's wrong with the Dragon? Aren't you worried?" No, she was not. So, she ignored her because she knew she's fishing and trying to sniff out the reason behind Liam's sudden absence from the office. Out of all the women on the 36th floor, Clara's gossip radar was the strongest, and right now, her suspici
Her friends were at her work in twenty minutes, and Eden had to go through the trouble of signing them in because they insisted on seeing her posh office. They all forgot their anger at Liam the moment they stepped inside. Lydia immediately ran for her fancy chair while Cassandra and Sienna gawked at the vase and the painting. "I thought you gave them back?" Sienna threw her an accusing look. Eden held up her hands and shrugged. "I did, but the stuff was here when I came in." She called Rise and ordered some chai lattes and croissants and asked one of the waitresses to bring them up, and within ten minutes, their morning snack was laid out on her desk, and they huddled around to stuff their faces. "Look at you, Ms Fancy Pants," Sienna drawled as she gave her a big back squeeze. "I'm so proud of you, Edie. You've done well for yourself." "Have I, though?" Eden asked as the three of them crammed themselves on her couch because Ly
Liam changed into casual clothes as soon as he got home and headed to the nursery where a crib, baby changing station and rocking chair sat in various states of completion. He picked up his tools and got down to work. But an hour in, he was still nowhere close to putting the first leg on the crib. No matter how many times he read the assembly instructions, he couldn't get the bolts and screws to fit. "Fucking hell!" He groaned as he kicked a spanner on the floor and sent it soaring in the air, wincing when a sharp pain shot through his big toe. Fixing cars was far easier than trying to build a nursery for his son. But it was a project he planned to see to completion. He tried Eden again, but like the previous five times, her phone rang for a long time before the voicemail lady picked up. Sighing in frustration, he called the nanny, and she confirmed Eden was not home. As far as she knew, she should be at work already. "How's Kool-Aid?"
"We came to keep you company. You're welcome!" Julian announced as he waved the two beer cases in front of him. A second later, Matthew sprung out of the shadows and held up a pizza box. "Surprise!" Liam was more annoyed than surprised. He didn't want company, but he ushered them inside anyway. "Please, make yourselves at home." It was their first visit since he bought the penthouse, so they insisted on a tour of the place, both whistling as they took in the state of the art open plan kitchen and dining area leading into the living room. Besides the guest rooms and bathrooms, there wasn't much else to see downstairs, so they drifted upstairs to check out the rest of the house. Before Liam could even stop him, Julian was already inside the nursery, a startled look in his eyes as he turned to him and asked. "What's going on? Is this why you skipped work? To build Aiden a nursery?" "Yeah," he nodded. "So, was Eden impressed? Was s
Eden was thoroughly engrossed in her marketing presentation when Matthew knocked on her door. Barely looking up from her screen, she beckoned him inside with a quick wave of her hand. "I wanted—" Her former boss began, but she held up a finger to stop him. "Give me a sec, Mr Anderson. I'm almost done." She smiled and pushed up her glasses. They were too loose on her face now, sliding down every so often, and it wasn't just because of Lucy's hot claps. She'd lost a considerable amount of weight recently and in all the wrong places. "Eden," Matthew snapped his fingers, demanding her attention. She blinked at him, her mouth curling into a slow smile. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to finish Lydia's media proposal." "That's not why I'm here." He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers together as he spoke. "There's a charity benefit tomorrow evening at the Convention Centre. I'd like you to come as my date?" "Me?"
There was an impressive flower arrangement of baby's breath and exactly eight peach roses on her desk waiting for Eden after her lunch break. She fumed as she read the note, 'One for every day you were not in my arms. Let's talk tonight after the Charity Benefit. L.A.' The nerve of him. Eden seethed as she tore up the note and threw it in the bin. She scooped up the bouquet and dumped it at reception on their floor. "You can't do that. Mr Anderson asked me to arrange delivery of those flowers," their receptionist said. "I'll get fired." "Not if you tell him I gave them to you." She smiled sweetly and returned to her office to grab her handbag, laptop and car keys. Traffic was still a breeze as she headed to Liam's penthouse, not surprising since it was just before 2:00 PM. It would only start getting crazy in a couple of hours because, for some reason, everyone decided to drive their cars to work on Fridays. Dave buzzed her in
Eden headed straight to Franco's for her hair appointment after she left the penthouse. For a very hefty price, the stylist trimmed her hair and retouched her ombre locks. He insisted on a side-swept look when she told him about her dress. "It will show off your beautiful neck and drop earrings," he said as he layered the cut in the now familiar soft medium curls. "I trust you," Eden said. She'd gotten raving reviews from women and mad compliments from the guys when she first switched up her look. Later, while her friends were crowded around her living room with Brenda and Aiden, Eden knew she hadn't made a mistake with the dress when she saw the stunned looks on their faces. "Mom!" Aiden clapped his hands, but Eden knew his excitement was really from seeing her than anything else; he was still too young to appreciate her dress and hair. Her friends and Brenda, though, approved of the look. They all gathered around her and gushed over
"Stop right there!" Liam barked at her, his footsteps rapidly treading behind her as Eden quickened her pace, trying to outrun him. She thanked her lucky stars when the elevator dinged open, and she squeezed inside and jabbed the button to close it quickly. But she wasn't fast enough. He shot his arm through the small gap just as the doors were about to slide in place. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled at him. "You could have gotten hurt." "Good, I'm glad to see you care!" He growled as he pushed her to the corner and kissed her fiercely, almost as if he was punishing her for everything she had put him through over the past few days. She tried to resist and push him away. But her heart screamed at her to not even dare. Mad as she was at him, it couldn't go one more day without him, and her body agreed as she pressed closer, begging for more of his wicked tongue. For a little while, they were spellbound, swept up in their pa