“Oh,” is all he can say. Liam loosens his hand on my arm and steps back. After a while, he sits heavily on the couch. “You don’t love me, huh,” he whispers. My heart drops as soon as I hear the defeat in his voice. I can’t help but feel a pang of regret as I look down at him. I take a deep breath to steady myself, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that are raging inside me. I am about to move to him when he says, “Based on our intimate moments together, the way you scream my name, the way you respond to my touches, and the way you cling onto me as if your very life depends on it... I really thought we had formed a bond.” He looks up at me again and asks, “But it’s not the same for you, huh?” Even if I am frustrated at him, the way his voice sounds breaks my heart as well. I want to say sorry, but what will it do? It won’t fix anything, right? Instead, I ask, “You say you love me, but why?” I kneel before him and lightly touch his face. “What do you mean?” he asks.
Liam, Lukas, and I had been in Paris for two days. We have already visited tourist spots, including the Louvre and the Eiffel tower. Lukas is staying in another room, citing the fact that he doesn’t want to step into our room with us in a passionate embrace. And so, to Liam’s delight, he rents a separate suite room for us in a luxurious hotel. It is a Palace Hotel nestled in the heart of the city–close to both Seine and the Tuileries Gardens. The entrance is a grand sweeping staircase with magnificent chandeliers and crystal columns, and the lobby is adorned with frescoes and polished marble floors. I asked him the price, but he didn’t tell me, so I checked the website. By then, I had already stopped computing how many years it would take me before I could pay for it. “You should prepare yourself for another round of heavy exercise,” Lukas teases, which never fails to make me red in the face. “I am too tired,” I retort, perfectly knowing what he means. Besides, it is another day of
After returning from Paris, Liam becomes busy again. However, tonight, he is home. The two of us are watching a movie, our legs entwined and our heads leaning against each other. Worse, his fingers are circling against my palm, creating undeniable electricity between us. “Ahm, Liam, are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I ask. “Hmmm, completely aware,” he says, his eyes still on the television screen. Annoyed, I try to pull away from his hold, but he tightens his grip on me. “How about trying some couch sex?” “We have tried that already!” “It won’t hurt to try again,” he says, grinning. Instead of answering, I get away from his hold. I take hold of my wineglass and sip from it. “Can’t we do it tomorrow instead? Let’s finish this movie in the meantime?” He takes hold of my waist and pulls me back into his embrace. “Here you are again… Saying that you don’t want it, but every time I touch you, you lose your mind.” “Hey!” I say, hitting his chest. “That’s so out of line now!
Liam and I walk arm in arm through the softly lit streets of the city. We are searching for that not-so-expensive restaurant with a balcony overlooking the city. “Oh, there it is!” I exclaim, grinning at Liam. It’s my treat today, and thankfully, he allows that. We walk into the restaurant and see that it’s already full. It’s a Saturday night, so I expected it. I glance at Liam. He is calmly looking over the place. “Good evening, ma’am, sir. Table for two?” the waiter asks. “Yes, please,” I answer. And so, the waiter ushers us into the corner–that exact same spot on the balcony that I saw on a blog last night. Moreover, he lights the candles and pours us a bottle of wine. I am so thrilled that I said multiple thanks to the waiter. When the waiter leaves, I glance at Liam to catch him grinning. “What?!” I ask. He reaches for my hand and remarks, “You seem happy.” I grin back. “I am.” Liam leans forward. He is about to kiss me when I sense another person. I pull back from him an
Liam looks up at me, his eyes full of tenderness. I can see the love, so I reach out to touch his face. This look, I don’t deserve it. I’ve done nothing to earn it. He holds me in his arms and starts kissing me softly. His lips are pressed to mine with a warmth that I can feel throughout my body. The kiss lingers, each second stretching out like an eternity as we explore one another. I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. He slid
After having my morning shower, I look at myself in the full-length mirror. Liam did not draw blood, but I was littered with bruises. I am exhausted, my muscles are aching, and I am too sore. I feel like I won’t be able to sit properly for a while. I head out of the bathroom to the kitchen counter, where Liam stands in his boxers, cooking us breakfast. “Gotta love the countertop, right?” he says with a sly smile. “At least we can eat while we’re standing up.” I roll my eyes at his blatant attempt at flirtation. “Not enough spanking, though,” I reply. “I can still sit properly.” “I haven’t seen you sit down all morning,” Liam points out, placing a plate with food and mug of coffee in front of me. “The house chef said that you like your coffee strong and creamy.” I take a sip. “He got it right.” Liam moves closer to me. “So, why did you want to be punished last night?” “Because I don’t deserve your generous gift,” I admit. “Nothing of the sort is written on our contract, so it...
I stand in front of my glass window, looking out at the city in a twilight. Tom requests to meet me tonight, at a hotel, and I know where our relationship will go if I meet him. I sigh. I feel the conflicting thoughts as if it is a physical weight on my shoulders. I have to make a choice: Meet Tom to take another step on our relationship. Or return to Liam. I press my palm against the glass. I am afraid and yet, I know what the right choice is. Even if it’s Tom that I want to be with, I can’t do it. Unfortunately, my emotions sometimes go wild and I’ve kissed him! I pace around the unit that Liam has given me. I’ve always wanted a comfortable, boring life. Not the life that Liam is offering, and definitely not the one where I don’t have a safety net in less than two years. I tap my feet against the carpeted floor, deciding what to tell Tom, and what to tell Liam and Lukas. Frustrated, I take my things and drive off back to our home, where Lukas and Liam are waiting for me. “Cassie
The cafe where Tom and I decide to meet has a warm, inviting scent of freshly brewed coffee. The aroma of breakfast sandwiches and pastries wafts through the cafe, along with hints of baked goods and spices in the air. Tom waves at me from his seat and calls, “Cassie!” I smile at him and walk towards him. “Hi, Tom,” I greet. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I sit in front of him and look into his eyes. His gaze quickly flits away as if ashamed. “I like you, Tom. I know you are aware of it already.” A blush creeps into his cheeks. “I like you too. Very much so.” He gulps before asking, “Which is why I’d like to ask why you didn’t meet me last night. I thought you changed your mind about us?” The smile fades from my face. “I couldn’t,” I answer. Tom reaches across the table and takes my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just don’t understand.” I sigh. “I still have a husband, even if we are not really in love with each other.” He looks down, his hold on