Emma’s POVI was honestly shocked by the statement. “Except you’re not single, and I just overstepped my boundaries,” he said, laughing in a way that indicated he was embarrassed. It actually took me a minute to understand why he even had to ask that in the first place, then I realized I had left my wedding ring back at my hotel room. I didn’t want to wear it near the water in the fear of losing it, so I took it off as I changed. I looked down at my empty ring finger for a few seconds, deciding whether I wanted to tell this fine man in front of me that I was actually married, even though the marriage wasn’t real. Of course, I couldn’t tell him that part and I didn’t want to chase him away either by being vague and simply saying, ‘I’m married,’ so I just decided against telling him in general. “I’m single,” I smiled. “And I’d love to go out to dinner with you tonight,” I added. “Amazing,” he grinned. “Where are you staying at? I’m over there,” he pointed to the hotel that was righ
Emma’s POV“Emma, open up,” Sammy called out from behind my room door. “Hold on,” I said as I slipped on my bra and then went over to open the door. “You’re getting ready already? So soon?” she asked as we walked into the room together.“It’s 7:04 p.m., Sammy,” I replied to her with a straight face. “What’s so early about that?” I asked. “Sorry, you’re right,” she said, raising her hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything”. I let out a deep sigh.“You didn’t offend me, Sammy. It’s that boyfriend of yours that’s getting on my nerves. I just don’t get why he has to act that way towards Tony. The poor guy didn’t deserve that. He did nothing wrong”. “You’re right. I get you and trust me; I already spoke to Ryan about his behavior, so be expecting an apology from him soon. However, looking at things from Ryan’s perspective,” she said, then paused.She paused because I shot her a look. “Relax. I’m not saying he was right, but there’s no denying the fact that he onl
Emma’s POV“Wow,” Tony breathed out. “Gorgeous,” he smiled. “Thank you,” I said, blushing. “You’re welcome. These are for you,” he said, then brought his hand out from behind him.He had a bouquet of pink roses in his hand and not a small bouquet, but a big one. Gosh. This man!“Oh my God. I don’t know what to say,” I said in astonishment as I walked closer to him and took the bouquet out of his hand. “They’re amazing”. I took them up to my nose and sniffed them. They smelt amazing. “My goodness. They smell even better than they look. How’s that even possible?”“The lady at the flower shop said they were scented. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I’m glad you like them,” he smiled. “You do like them, right?”“I love them. Trust me. Pink roses are my favorite flowers. How did you know to get these?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “When I got to the shop I was just inclined to get these, and I’m happy I did”. “Thank you so much. You’re a darling,” I s
Emma’s POV“You’re what?” Tony asked, nearly spitting his water back into his cup.“I’m married,” I repeated. His smile dropped. It was the first time since this evening, since we met on the beach, actually since I wasn’t seeing his pretty set of teeth. Damn. I’ve really messed up. “I don’t understand, though. You’re not even wearing a ring”. Well, that was expected. “Yeah I know,” I said, nervously. “So let me explain,” I continued, my voice trailing off. “I’m listening,” he replied, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest, revealing his bulging muscles through the semi-tight dress shirt he was wearing. I ripped my eyes away from the sight and took a deep breath while closing my eyes. I opened my eyes again and noticed Tony staring at me meticulously, trying to figure me out without me saying anything. Honestly, the way he stared at me made me feel quite uneasy, so I began shifting in my seat, and he clearly noticed because he mumbled a ‘sorry,’ befor
Emma’s POVI took a deep breath and then faced him.“Okay. Can you promise not to interrupt though? Not until I’m completely done talking and I ask you to speak. It’ll make things easier for me,” I said.“Fine,” he nodded. “No problem”.“Alright. So, here it goes. As you already observed, I may not be wearing my wedding ring right now,” I started and held my left hand to show my empty ring finger, then put it back down. “But that doesn’t dispute the fact that I’m married. His name’s Liam and he’s actually on this trip with Sammy, Ryan, and I”.“He’s here?!” Tony exclaimed.I sighed.“Please, Tony,” I pleaded.“Sorry,” he sighed. “Continue”.“Thanks. So as I was saying, yes, Liam is here on this trip with us. Remember I said this trip is basically only happening because of my birthday on Monday. Well, that’s exactly why Liam is here. I initially didn’t want him to come along, but Ryan convinced me to let him come. Now, the thing with Liam and I’s marriage is that it’s not the conventio
Liam’s POV“Hey, man,” I greeted Ryan as he let me into his room. “What’s up, dude?” he asked as he dabbed me up. “You’ve been in your room for the longest. I was beginning to think you had infused with the room or something”. I took a deep breath as I sat down on the couch next to his bed. “Today’s just been so hectic, man. Jumping from meeting to meeting on a fucking Saturday. As much as I love being a lawyer, some of my clients can be the biggest pricks. Like, how does it even make sense to draw up meetings on the damn weekend? They act like they own the world and if I don’t comply then I’ve got to face my father’s music,” I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “I’m just tired, man”. “I feel you. Sorry about that. Tomorrow’s Sunday though, so I suggest you just shut yourself off from the work world. Disconnect. If anyone calls, don’t pick it up and let them know the next day that you were having trouble connecting. Simple,” Ryan suggested. “Yeah, I get that. That’s definite
Liam’s POV“Emma, can I come in?” I asked her as I knocked on her bedroom door. “What do you want, Liam?” she asked through the door. “I’ve had a long day and I just want to go to bed. We can talk tomorrow,” she said. “Please, Emma,” I said, softly. “I want to get this off my chest now. Please,” I pleaded.She heard her let out a deep sigh followed by the sound of the door being unlocked. “What do you want, Liam? It’s past midnight. You realize that, right?” she said with an annoyed expression on her face. “I know, and I’m sorry, but I’ve got to say this tonight and I won’t take your time. Please”. “What is it?” she asked, leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest.“Can we go inside and talk?” I asked. “Is there a problem with out here? You did say you were not going to take my time”. “Please, Emma,” I said with a more frustrated tone. “Please”.“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Come in,” she said, then opened the door wider. “Thank you,” I sighed as I walked i
Emma’s POV“Good morning my lovely friends,” I greeted Sammy and Ryan as I sat down at the table with them. It was about 9 a.m., so we were at the hotel’s restaurant to get breakfast. “How’d you sleep?” I asked them. “Good,” Sammy answered, looking at me weirdly. “Yeah, I’m just going to ask what we’re both thinking. Why the hell are you so chipper this early in the morning?” Ryan asked as he took a sip of his water. “I don’t know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m just happy I guess”. “And why is that?” he asked with a brow raised.“Who knows,” I replied. “Mhm, right. As if we don’t know you’re all giddy because of that little boy toy of yours,” Ryan said. “Shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t call him that. Sammy,” I turned to Sammy and pointed at Ryan. “Warn your man”.“Please don’t drag me into you twos spat,” she said with her hands joined together. “I’m not interested in none of this today”. “Whatever,” I said, then clasped my hands together. “So, my birthday t
Emma’s POVTwo months had gone by since Liam’s dad died, and it was finally time for the funeral service to be held. Left to Maria, the service would’ve been held a month ago, but for some reason, Mr. Henderson specifically stated in his preliminary will that he wanted his funeral to be held two months after his passing. Liam believed he wanted the whole funeral to be big or something and ordered the two-month break to allow time for adequate preparations to be made. Weird, I know. Anyway, for the last two weeks, it’s been back-to-back planning over at the Henderson house. Maria had onboarded me on this because she liked my planning skills, so I took a break from work for three weeks, and I’ve been at the Henderson manor almost every day of that break. It’s been so crazy that I’ve even spent the last two nights sleeping here in Liam’s old room because the planning went late into the night and Maria insisted I sleep over. I didn’t have any more change of clothes at the manor, so I wa
Emma’s POVLiam had called me from the hospital where his dad had been rushed to, so as soon as I managed to get the address from him, I rushed down there with Sammy. I couldn’t bring myself to drive due to the shock of the news, so Sammy graciously agreed to take me. Luckily for me, Sammy’s place was closer to the hospital, so we were there in about fifteen minutes. “Liam!” I yelled as I rushed into the building. I almost didn’t even wait to let Sammy come to a halt with the car before I rushed out and into the hospital. That’s how anxious I felt about the whole situation. “Ma’am, please, no shouting. This is a hospital,” the nurse at the front desk said to me in a calm tone. “I’m looking for Liam Henderson,” I said, panting, as I rushed up to her desk. “Where is he please?” I asked desperately. “Oh, Mr. Henderson,” she cleared her throat in realization of the name I had just called. No surprise there because, after all, this was a hospital that Liam’s father had made generous
Emma’s POVSince Liam and I had that conversation about his dad yesterday, I wasn’t feeling at ease because he just felt, I don’t know, tight. I don’t know the exact word or words to use to describe exactly how he was last night, but let’s just say he was rigid. I know that to an extent he was happy to let some things off his chest, especially considering it had to do with his dad, but still, I’m guessing, since his dad is willing to just sit back and let nature take its course, he’s just been uncomfortable and angry, and I have had no idea how to help him. I mean, it was so bad that while we were trying to sleep, as I held him in my arms, I could literally feel the rigidity he exuded. I wanted to help him so badly, but I just didn’t know how, and it hurt my heart so bad to see him in this much pain. It was currently Saturday, meaning that I didn’t have to go into the office, but Liam did because work had just been a lot ever since he took over complete responsibility of the cases h
Liam’s POVIt had been a little over a month since the dinner at my parent’s place had taken place. Emma and I had taken our anniversary trip to Berlin after being indecisive about where to go for days. We were away for a week honestly, it was the best week I’d had in months. With work, my dad’s sickness and everything else that life has thrown at me over the past few weeks, this getaway we had was the exact thing I needed. My problem now was that we were home, and I was back to work, and it was all just a lot. With my dad being out due to his sickness, I’ve assumed the position in the office as not just the CEO but also the COO as well, meaning that I am basically splitting myself into multiple parts now just to ensure that everything runs smoothly at the firm. “Hey, babe,” Emma greeted me as she walked into my room with two glasses of what looked like apple juice in her hands. “Hey, baby,” I greeted her back, shaking my head off the thoughts I had in mind. Today was the first da
Emma's POVAbout ten minutes after Maria and I got into our feelings with each other, Liam and his father returned to the dining room. Mr. Henderson looked fresh again in his change of clothes, but Liam, on the other hand, looked tired and stressed out. Clearly, the entire situation that had just unfolded in front of him stressed him out, but he didn’t say anything about it for the entire time the lunch went on. From one o’clock or so, till five minutes past three o’clock, the four of us ate lunch and made small conversations about anything else but the elephant in the room. While I found it a bit weird that everyone chose not to say anything about what happened, I obviously couldn’t comment on anything because, at the end of the day, I don’t have much of a say in what’s going on. It’s not like Mr. Henderson is my husband, neither is he my father, so yeah, I couldn’t exactly say much. Once we were done eating and had spent the extra hour at their place for our food to digest, Liam a
Emma’s POVTo cut the whole story short, Liam spoke. A lot. He said far much more than I could even remember, and what’s crazy is he just said these things a few minutes ago. He took his father’s go-ahead for him to say what was on his mind quite literally, and when I say literally, I mean literally. Unexpected to all of us, Liam started addressing issues from far before I came into his life. Issues he’s had with his father, and his mother, from when he was a little boy, actually. There was also him talking about how he felt closer to his grandfather than anyone else before his passing and how his passing really affected him because he knew that he wasn’t ever going to feel that type of pure love again from a father figure, let alone his father. He talked about how he always felt unloved by his parents because, while his father drowned himself in work most of the time, his mother drowned herself in work and societal events and gatherings, so it felt like she was even more absent. The
Emma’s POV“Okay,” Liam spoke up. “We’re listening. Why’d you call us over here today?” he asked. “First of all,” Mrs. Henderson cleared her throat. “Your father and I want to wish you both a happy anniversary”. Oh, so she remembered. “You remembered?” I squeaked out. “Are you kidding me, dear?” she asked with a small smile on her lips. “How could I forget? I mean after all the planning that went into that wedding and how invested I was, not just in the wedding but in your hopeful love story. With all that in mind, there was absolutely no way I could forget the day you got married to Liam; fake wedding or not. I was personally very happy that day because I liked you, so nothing was going to make me forget it”. “Oh…” I was speechless. “Thank you, Maria”.At the mention of her name, her smile instantly grew. I knew she hated me calling her Mrs. Henderson and I hated calling her that just as much because I believed we had formed a bond that went beyond me calling her that. So, while
Emma’s POVAs we pulled into the driveway of the Henderson house, I could see Liam visibly tense up already. From the way his fingers tightened on the steering wheel, to the way his jaw began to clench, it was clear he wanted to be anywhere but here right now. “Are you good?” I asked him, placing my hand on his that was still gripping the steering wheel even after he had parked the car. At the feel of my hand on his, the hold he had on the steering wheel instantly loosened, and I could thankfully feel the tension ease from his body under my touch. “I’m better now,” he said, mustering up a weak smile, as he held my hand and brought it up to his lips to place a kiss on it. “Thank you”. “Hey,” I rubbed the back of his neck. “Everything’s going to be alright. Besides, I have a feeling that we’re here to receive some good news. Nothing that’s going to spoil either of our moods. Okay?”“Okay,” he nodded, then turned off the car. As he started to open his door, I held him back again for
Emma’s POV“Happy anniversary, baby,” Liam said, cheesing from ear to ear, as he walked into my room with a tray filled with waffles, bacon, eggs, an assortment of fruits, and two glasses of orange juice.“For me?” I smiled as I looked up from my phone. “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, placing the tray on the nightstand next to me. “Happy anniversary, my love,” he said again, as he bent down to hug me. “I love you,” he pecked my cheek. “Happy anniversary, Liam,” I cooed in response, hugging him tightly, making sure to sniff him in the process. “How early did you wake up for you to have taken a shower and made me breakfast?” I asked, genuinely wondering. “Early enough,” he shrugged his shoulders, hopping into the bed and squeezing closely next to me. “I see that,” I turned my head to face him. “Did you sleep in here with me though? Because I don’t even remember sleeping off. I had planned to come over to yours after taking a bath, but I guess I must have fallen asleep after doing that”. “