Emma’s POV“Good morning, Maria,” I greeted Liam’s mum as I hugged her. “Good morning, dear,” she greeted me back. “Come in, come in,” she ushered me into the house. “Thank you,” I said as we stepped into the foyer. “How are you?” she asked as she led me into the dining room. “It’s been a while since we last spoke”. “Yes, it has,” I breathed as we sat down at the dining table. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you?” I asked as u managed to muster up a small smile. “I’m great,” she answered, looking at me skeptically as though she couldn’t decide whether to believe my lie of being fine or not. To be fair, I’m far from fine, but I’ve been trying my best to hide it from everyone, including my own best friend. I just don’t want people always asking me how I am and having to lie to them, so I’d rather just put on the best possible fake ‘I’m fine’ face I can pull together, so people won’t ask me the question as much. Right now, my face was practically working overtime with Mari
Emma’s POV“Hey, before you go, I wanted to ask, would Anna be at the party on Saturday?” I asked Liam as he walked down the stairs.“First of all, good morning to you too,” he said, snarkily.“Good morning, Liam,” I rolled my eyes. “Is Anna going to be there or not? I’m not bothered, I just need to know because your mum and I are finalizing the guest list tonight”.“In that case, she’s not going to be there,” he replied.I know I told him I wasn’t bothered, but that was obviously a lie. I would’ve for sure been bothered if she was going to be there, but he didn’t need to know that. I didn’t realize my chest was heavy when I asked him that question because his telling me that she wasn’t going to be there made my chest come back down so quickly. The relief was crazy.“Alright,” I said, then typed something down on my laptop that was open on my lap.“Today’s Wednesday, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asked, looking confused, then his expression switched to one of worry. “Are you
Emma’s POV“Liam,” I called out his name as I knocked softly on his bedroom door. “Is everything alright?” U asked.No response.“Liam,” I called out again.Still no response.“Leave me alone, Emma,” he grumbles. “I want to be left alone”.I know I shouldn’t be bothered. I know I should have left him alone. I know he doesn’t deserve my worry or compassion, but shit, I just don’t know how not to be bothered by things like that. I don’t know how not to worry about people I care about until I know they’re alright, regardless of whether that person has treated me right or not.God, I hate this quality of myself so much sometimes.Ignoring his words, I slowly opened the door and slipped in quietly.“Hey,” I said, softly.He was sitting down on his bed. He had his elbows resting on his lap and his head buried in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh and sniffled, almost as though he were crying.“Liam, are you alright?” I asked, still standing by the door. “What happened?”After a few minutes
Emma’s POV“Oh, Liam,” I moaned into his mouth.What the hell are you doing, Emma? That’s the question I kept asking myself, but the problem was- I wasn’t pulling away from this kiss.“Fuck, Emma, you taste so good,” Liam moaned into my mouth.Our lips kept moving in sync for a few more minutes before his hands began roaming around my body. He started by sliding his left hand up my bare back and continued doing that for a few seconds, causing me to release more moans into his mouth. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the warmth of his hand on my back felt all the better.After caressing my back for a while, he moved his hand to my front side and stopped just below my left breast.“Is this fine?” he whispered in between kisses.“Yes,” I replied, softly.Immediately after I said that, he cupped my breast and started massaging it gently. There were moments he’d squeeze it then release it and play with my nipples. He continued doing this interchangeably on both breasts until he eventually took o
Emma’s POV“Oh, wow. Your dress is so gorgeous,” Sammy gushed as I walked out of my closet.“Thank you,” I blushed as I admired myself in the full-length mirror by the closet.“I love the detailing so much. Did you make it yourself?” she asked, feeling up the dress.“Yes I did,” I smiled. “As soon as Maria mentioned this dinner thing, I got straight to work,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I mean, I’ve got to stand out, right?”I was wearing a strapless gold dress with a long slit in the back. It was shaped in such a way that it had a corset in the front that was basically heart-shaped. The material of the dress was designed in such a way that it appeared plain and simple at first sight but shone quite bright when under the right lighting.“Right. Well, it looks really good. You did amazing as always”.“Thanks, girly”.“So are you excited about tonight?” she asked, walking up to stand next to me in front of the mirror.Now, we were both admiring our reflections and also looking at each oth
Emma’s POV“Don’t do that, Sammy,” I shook my head and wagged my finger in her face as I stood up from the bed. “Don’t look at me that way in such a condescending manner. I know I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen again, but I did. I recognize my fault and I don’t need you aggravating it by judging me like that. You made some questionable choices with men in your past and I never judged you for them, so I’d appreciate it if you would reciprocate the same energy,” I stated.“You’re right, you’re right,” she raised her hand in surrender. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please continue,” she urged, then fixed the look on her face.I rolled my eyes and continued speaking. “As I was saying, he had just come home from work that evening and he was angry. He came in late and was grumbling and walked straight up to his room. I was worried about him, so I followed him a few minutes later. He was being stubborn as always, but I was persistent until he eventually let me into the room. We tal
Liam’s POV“Hi, Maria,” Emma hugged my mother as we walked into the house, greeting her simultaneously. “I’m so sorry for not being here earlier. Don’t blame Liam. He’s been ready for hours now. It’s my fault,” she pleaded.“Mhm. Right. Well, the point is you’re here now and, luckily for me, you’re all dressed, so I can go get dressed now,” my mum replied.“Good evening, mama,” Ryan smiled and hugged her. “I’ve missed you,” he pecked her on the cheek.“Get away from me, Ryan. You claim to miss me but never come visit,” she said as she playfully swatted him away.“And I always apologize, don’t I?” he laughed.“Right,” she rolled her eyes in response and walked over to Sammy. “Samantha, darling, how on earth do you keep up with this boy?” she asked Samantha, sarcastically.“I make sure to scold him here and there,” Samantha giggled. “I guess it’s working,” Maria replied, shooting Ryan an annoyed glance, then continued talking to him while Samantha and Emma excused themselves from the ro
Liam’s POV“Good evening. Thank you for coming,” I smiled and greeted what must have been the one-hundredth guest of the night. The crazy thing was, I didn’t even know half of the people I had already greeted. “When do we get to stop this?” I bent down to Emma’s ear and whispered the question into her ear. “My legs are killing me. I need to sit down”. “Can you please stop whining?” she said, sharply, then greeted and fake smiled at the next guest that walked in next. “Shouldn’t you be used to these things by now? I’m the one who hasn’t hosted a single one of these in her life, yet I’m handling it better than you. Aside from that, I’m the one who’s been standing in heels for the last hour, so what exactly are you complaining about?”“Sorry,” I grumbled in response. “You know, for someone who hasn’t known my mother for a long time, you sure do act like her”. “Don’t test my patience, Liam,” she growled in response. I let out a little laugh but stopped when she gave me a look that ga