Bianca's POV"This is so good!" I said as I drank another spoonful of Liam's hangover soup. The broth was so fucking delicious, it was nice, warm and rehydrating. It was a little bit spicy, just the way I liked my meals. I took another spoon and moaned in delight. "Hmm, this is really nice.""Really? Well, I'm glad you like it," Liam replied with a proud smile.He was standing a few meters away from my bed where I sat, resting on the headboard. I could see how sincerely happy he was as I heartily drank the soup he had prepared for me. For me... Oh, I felt special just thinking about it. Liam had gone out of his way to make me soup to relieve me of my hangover.How did we go from bickering over his constant rejections to being like this? I didn't know what 'this' was actually but I liked it. No one had been this genuinely kind to me. This act was little but it warmed my heart immensely. Liam literally had nothing to gain by doing this. He didn't need to but still he did. To say I was h

Liam's POV"Whose panties are these, Liam?"Harriet had a black G-string hanging in between her index finger and her thumb.Fuck! That was Bianca's panty. Why the fuck was it still in my car? Oh boy, I was screwed. I screwed up big time. There was no convincing her that nothing was going on between Bianca and I now. The panty she saw underneath my car seat was all the proof she needed to validate her suspicions. I was done for.Harriet's face had gone sour in a matter of seconds. She scowled, her eyes now evidently filled with rage. Her lips were pursed in anger and she glowered at me in distaste."I asked you a question, Liam! Or have you suddenly gone deaf?"She spat, her voice in a high pitch. "Whose panties are these that I found in your car?"I'd been caught red-handed. There was a woman's panties in my car. It definitely wasn't hers, Harriet didn't wear G-strings. And I knew she had a clue of who owned it but still went on to ask me. Fuck, she knew damn well it was Bianca's. She p

"Your bodyguard is so fine, damn Bianca!" Mimi squealed as she stared at Liam dreamily who was standing a few metres away from where we sat.She had been gushing over him since we got here and couldn't keep her eyes off him. It was annoying. I wanted to give her a knock on the head so she would come to her senses. I knew Liam was hot and all but she was doing too much, way too much. At this point, she had forgotten the reason we were here.And of course, I hated it when I saw women gawking at him. It made my blood boil and made me want to smash a bottle on their heads. Each time they were all over him and wouldn't take their eyes off him, the only thing that felt appealing at that moment to me was to teach them to behave, in a way that they would never forget.I became very aware of this feeling since the night Liam had given me an oral in the backseat of his car. I was ridden with this jealousy, I couldn't stand the thought of him being with some other woman or stand women being all

Bianca's POV"Oh my God, Bianca! So it's true, you do have feelings for you bodyguard!" Mimi gasped dramatically and put a hand over her mouth. She turned to Janessa and turned back to me. She blinked at me several times and stared at me like I had grown a horn on my head or something.Mimi had always been the dramatic one. I wasn't surprised by her reaction, it was as expected. She always did too much and they said I was the dramatic queen. Yeah, right! They obviously never met Miranda.However, what I was surprised about was my very own reaction. I had gotten so irked and all riled up when Mimi had said she was interested in dating Liam. It felt like I had been splashed with a bucket of hot water. The anger or whatever it was I was feeling towards Mimi when she was busy gawking at my Liam completely multiplied as soon as the words spewed out of her mouth.Did I just say my Liam?I really had totally lost it. Why the hell did I say that? What on earth was wrong with me? What had come

Bianca's POV"We can change that, you and me." Liam's words faded into a resounding melody in my ears. The only thing in my brain now were echoes of the words.I gaped at him for what I presumed was about two or three minutes or maybe it was really just in my head. But I knew I stared at him for a pretty long time though. My eyes lingered on his beautiful face, they were pretty much glued to him at this moment.I kept thinking about what he said. Although, it appeared like nothing but just an ordinary statement, to me, it was a lot more than that by a wide margin. His words were soothing, assuring and they had an underlying meaning, at least that's how they came off to me.It was like him telling me that although I had shitty memories tied to karaokes, he was very willing and ever ready to ensure that whenever I thought of it henceforth, there would be only smiles and laughter. It was him assuring me that he was going to take away the sadness and fill me up with great, happy moments t