Emma’s POVIt’s the morning of the second day of our trip, meaning it’s the morning after Liam and I had sex. I had woken up earlier than I’d thought I would but to my surprise, Liam wasn’t on the bed beside me.“Liam?” I called out as I sat up on the bed. “Are you here?”No response.I looked over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and saw his laptop and iPad was there, but his phone wasn’t, so I assumed he had left to take a call outside the room or something.Since he wasn’t in the room, I decided to use that opportunity to hop in the shower and wash off the smell of sef from my body.Liam and I had sex. I couldn’t get that out of my mind. He had seen the whole me. There was nothing left to hide. Fuck.How the hell did I let this happen?I decided not to allow these thoughts to cloud my mind too much, so I just drew myself a bath and stayed in the tub for about twenty minutes. Throughout the time I was in the bath, Liam still hadn’t returned to the room. At some point, I was
Emma’s POVThe week went by fast, so before we knew it, the trip was over, and we had to return to our everyday lives once again.Liam and I still hadn’t properly addressed what happened in the hotel room the other night and honestly, it’s been eating me alive. Since that day, he’s been acting like what happened, didn’t, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.We had sex for crying out loud, and he’s been acting like it was nothing. After he spoke to me with that attitude the day after we slept together, I knew for sure that there was nothing sensible that was going to come out of the conversation if we eventually sat down to talk.I really don’t get how something like that can happen, and it can be ignored. I get that he may not want to face reality or whatever, since he’s with Anna and all, but if he doesn’t realize how unfair that is to me, then he really is stupid.“Good morning,” Liam greeted me as he walked down the stairs.I didn’t even realize he was home.“Morning,” I
Liam’s POV“It’s been six months since you and Emma got married, so I have decided that for you both to celebrate, you’re going host your first charity dinner,” my father said, finally looking up from his laptop and acknowledging my presence. I had been sitting across from him from his desk at his home office for over twenty minutes and these were the first words he spoke to me since I got there. “What? Why?” I asked, sitting up. “Because I said so,” he stated, his face devoid of any form of emotion. Because I said so. My God, he can be so childish sometimes. “Is there a problem?” he asked, closing his laptop and folding his arms on the desk. “If I’m correct, you come from a respected family in society. That aside, I recall you telling me that you had told Emma that part of the conditions of the marriage was that you both would be hosting parties and dinners and the like. So, I ask again. Is there a problem?”“No,” I grumbled. “Fix your attitude,” he warned. “Sorry,” I said, st
Liam’s POV“Hey, good morning,” I greeted Emma as I hurried down the stairs. “Morning,” she said back from the living room. She was all dressed up, so I assumed she was heading into the office today, but I had to ask to confirm. “You’re going to work today?” I asked as I passed by her and went toward the dining table. “Yeah. My break is over, sadly. If I’m being honest, I didn’t quite expect to be happy that it’s over. I guess I’ve just been cooped up in here for too long, so it feels good to know I have somewhere to go to every day again,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. I don’t blame her. With the way I’ve been acting, I’m sure she’s overjoyed that she doesn’t have to run into me as often anymore. “Okay, that’s good for you, I guess. Well, I’ve got to head out now,” I replied, grabbing an apple and walking toward the front door. “That’s right. The trial begins today,” she looked at me. “Yeah, and I can’t be late,” I told her as I opened the door. “Right. Of course. G
Liam’s POV“Hey,” I greeted Emma as she walked up to meet me at the door of the restaurant. Serendipitously, she and I arrived at the restaurant at practically the same time. She had come in when I had already handed my key to the valet and was about to walk through the doors into the restaurant. “Hi, Liam” she greeted me back. “Are those for me?” she asked with a look of confusion plastered on her face as she pointed at the bouquet of pink roses in my right hand. “Yes they are,” I smiled as I handed them to her. “Thank you,” she said, the look of confusion still plastered on her face, as she took them out of my hand. “They’re lovely,” she mentioned as she brought them up to her nose to smell. “You’re welcome. They’re your favorite, right?” I asked as I opened the door of the restaurant to let her walk in first. “Yes they are,” she looked up at me. “How’d you know?” “Don’t worry about that,” I said, grabbing her hand in mine as we both walked up to get cleared for our reservati
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
Liam’s POVIt had been a week since Emma had made her choice to be with me and for this last week, I’ve probably been the happiest man on this earth. Now, our first anniversary was in three days, and I had no idea what to do. Before we got married, I remember while I was having one of the pre-wedding discussions with my mother, she said she would love for Emma and me to throw a party or a ball or something in that regard to commemorate the milestone, while also making sure we appear as a happily married couple in the public light. However, with how things are going in the family right now, with my dad’s sickness and the rift between Emma and my parents, that party that my mother would have wanted us to have just doesn’t seem probable. And to be honest, I haven’t even had a talk with Emma about this anniversary of ours, so God knows if she actually remembers that it’s even coming up or not. “Liam! Where are you!?” Ryan yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts as he stepped into the apa
Emma’s POV“Hey,” I finally breathed out after minutes of us staring at each other while I stood out there in the doorway. “Hi,” he responded, then shook his head as if he had just been overcome with a sense of realization. “Come in,” he gestured for me to come into the house. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I had kept you standing there”. “It’s fine,” I dismissed it with a small smile. “I was lost in thought too, anyway”. “Right,” he replied, his lips drawn up into a tight smile. “Here,” he gestured to my bag that was still slung over my shoulder. “Let me get that for you”. “Oh. Thank you,” I said as I handed the bag to him. “No problem,” he replied, walking over to place the bag down on the couch while I took a seat on one of the stools surrounding the kitchen island. “So,” he started as he came back into the kitchen and took a seat on the opposite side of me. “How’d it go over there at Maywood?” he continued, his eyes focused on mine as he eagerly awaited what I had to s
Emma’s POVIt was now Sunday, so it was time for me to head back home. As I packed up the last of my toiletries, my mind wandered back to the events of the past few days. The emotional rollercoaster I'd been on since my trip to the cabin with Liam, followed by the heart-wrenching conversation with Tony, left me feeling both drained and oddly liberated.I zipped up my bag and took one last look around the hotel room that had been my sanctuary for the night. After leaving Tony's apartment yesterday evening, I couldn't bear the thought of going back to the home I shared with Liam. Although Liam and I were in a good place, it just felt unfair to me to immediately run back into his arms after what had just gone down with Tony. So, I needed time to process everything, and to gather my thoughts before facing him.As I wheeled my suitcase towards the door, my phone buzzed with a text from Sammy - ‘Hey, girl. What’s going on over there? Call me when you can’I smiled, grateful for her constant
Emma’s POVHis words hit me hard, even though I knew he was probably right. “Tony, I—”He held up a hand, cutting me off gently. “It's okay, Emma. I'm not angry with you. Hurt, yes, but not angry. You can't help how you feel”.I felt a fresh wave of tears spill over. “You're too good, Tony. You deserve someone who can love you wholly, without any doubt or confusion”. A sad smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe. But I fell for you, Emma. All of you, complications and all”. We sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words hanging between us. Finally, Tony spoke again. “So, what are you going to do about Liam? You want to be with him, right?”I hesitated for a moment, thinking about my answer, until I eventually nodded my head. “Yes I do,” I sighed. “You know, this is honestly the first time since that day that I’m actually saying it out loud that I want to be with Liam, and it’s so crazy because even after running to Sammy’s house the moment we got back home, I s
Emma’s POV“Oh,” he said, suddenly sounding dejected. “We need to talk,” he repeated after me. “That can never be a good thing,” he chuckled bitterly as he loosened his grip on my waist until he eventually let me go completely.“Can we sit?” I asked, still looking up at him.“Of course,” he smiled slightly. “After you,” he said, pointing to a couch behind us for us to sit on.“Thank you,” I said as I sat down, my eyes still trained on him, watching his every move.“Mhm,” he nodded as he walked over to the couch, sitting down on the spot not too far away from me.“So,” he clasped his hands together after heaving out a deep breath. “What's going on, Emma?”I was silent. Not because I didn’t know what I wanted to say, but I was trying to figure out the best way to say it such that I would seem like a person and not a completely horrible one.I sighed, letting out a deep breath as my shoulders fell further than they already had.“Okay,” Tony chuckled, bitterly too, if I might add. “What’s
Emma's POVSaturday had finally come, meaning that it was time for me to go to Maywood to see Tony. Luckily for me, Maywood from Los Angeles wasn’t far at all, so I didn’t have to leave home early or anything. As I packed my overnight bag, stuffing my charger into it, it dawned on me properly that I hadn’t actually been to Maywood to see Tony before. Since he and I started talking, the only times we’d seen each other here in L.A. was when he’d come over here for business. Obviously, it worked for us, and so we’d meet up, but that has happened just two or three times now. So, thinking about all of this, it was quite sad that the reason I was going to Maywood to see him now was to let him know of my situation with Liam. Stepping out of my room, I bumped into Liam who was on his way back into his room. “Oh. Hey. Good morning,” I greeted him, a bit startled by his presence. “Morning. How was your night?” he responded, sounding rather chipper. “It was good, thank you. And yours?” I ask
Emma's POV“Hey,” I greeted Liam as I walked into the apartment. “Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in,” he said, standing up from his spot on the couch, as he walked over to me. “Yeah, I’m not surprised. The volume of the TV is quite loud,” I chuckled softly. “Right. Sorry,” he snapped his fingers and rushed back to the living room to turn the TV off. “Alright,” he clasped his hands as he walked back over to me. “Hey,” he hugged me. “You good?” he asked as he released me from his embrace. “Yeah,” I nodded, then sighed. “Just tired”. “Sorry,” he said with a pitiful look on his face. “So, did you get to see what it was that caused the traffic?”“Yeah actually. It was an accident. Nothing too serious though. I mean, I wouldn’t actually know, but from what I saw, it didn’t seem like there were any casualties or anything”. “Okay. Well, that’s good,” he nodded. “Mhm,” I said, making my way into the living room, as I dropped my keys on the dining table. “What was it that you stopped
Emma’s POVFollowing my whole issue with Liam last night and our awkward encounter with each other at breakfast this morning, I think it was safe to say that I’ve been rather uncomfortable throughout my time at work so far today. With the way the air is between us right now, I just feel weird and uneasy. Sadly, this is how I feel anytime he and I have a disagreement or a fight or whatever. The man just has too much of a hold over me and it’s very annoying sometimes – like now. Trying to get work in this moment is mad difficult because I simply cannot get him off my mind. During my lunch break, I contemplated giving him a call so we could work things out, but I decided against doing that for two main reasons. The first and most important reason was that if I did that, even though he would deny it, I would most certainly come off as desperate and probably even clingy. The second reason was that, at the end of the day, he and I would still meet each other at home, and it would be far be
Emma’s POV“Well?” Liam chuckled as he looked at me expectantly. “Are you going to tell me what it is or what?” he asked. I let out a deep breath because I knew the next words that were going to come out of my mouth weren’t going to be pleasing for him to hear. “I’ll be going to Maywood this weekend,” I gulped. “Maywood?” he asked with furrowed brows. “What’s in Maywood?”“Tony,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “What? I didn’t get that?” he asked with a look of clear confusion on his face. I sighed. “Tony,” I said, my voice still low but audible enough for him to hear me this time. “Oh,” he responded, his jaw tightening. “And why exactly are you going over there?”Uhm, okay. I definitely did not expect that kind of attitude. “Uh first of all, could you please fix your attitude?” I asked. I mean, I didn’t expect him to be jolly when I mentioned this, but I didn’t exactly expect him to give me a dirty-ass attitude either. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Why are you going to se