Liam’s POV“Liam,” she said my mama softly as she brushed her finger over the picture. “Here,” I took it out of the box and placed it in her hands. “I don’t even know what to say,” she said just above a whisper, her eyes still focused on the picture in the locket that was now in her hands. “It’s beautiful. It’s perfect”. She finally looked up at me and I saw a test roll down her cheek. She wiped it away, but another escaped right after. She wiped that one away as well, then handed the necklace back to me. I was confused for a second until she turned her back to me. She moved her hair out of the way then turned her neck to the side to talk to me. “Can you please help me put it on?” she asked. “Of course,” I answered, then placed the jewelry box down on the table that was by the door. “Could you lift your hair a little higher please?”She obliged and moved her hair higher, giving me a better sight of her neck. I put the necklace on her but stayed behind her for a few more seconds.
Liam’s POV“What?” I asked her, shocked. She stood up from the bed and wanted to walk toward the door when I jumped up and grabbed her hand. There was no way I was going to allow our talk tonight to end like this. She looked down at her arm that was in mine and looked up at me three consecutive times before finally saying something. “I want to assume the fact that you grabbing my arm was in fact a dream and not reality,” she said in a scarily calm tone. “Sorry,” I quickly let go of her arm. “I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just didn’t want you to end the conversation by kicking me out of your room like you always do”. “Excuse me?” she asked in a high-pitched voice. “That’s not how I meant it to come out. But if we’re being honest with ourselves, every time I say something you don’t like during a conversation, you usually put an end to the discussion by either storming out of the room or kicking me out of the room and I didn’t want that to happen right now. I want to talk
Emma’s POV“Here with you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes,” he replied, smirking a bit. “Please,” I scoffed. “What exactly does that mean?” “Nothing,” he shrugged his shoulders, trying to act innocent. “Mhm,” I replied, sarcastically. “I don’t even want to know,” I rolled my eyes. “My bad,” he said, raising his hands in defense. I shook my head but didn’t say anything, then I yawned. “You tired?” he asked, looking up at me. “Yeah, kind of”. “Alright, I had better take my leave then”. “I didn’t say you had to go right now though. I’m not trying to kick you out or anything,” I said. “Nah. Don’t worry. I didn’t even take it like that. I understand. Besides, it’s my fault for not spending the better half of the day with you. I came around too late so I’m not bothered by it,” he said, looking at me with a mix of sincerity and a tinge of sadness in his eyes. “Okay then,” I said slowly as I stood up from the bed. “I guess this is goodnight then”.“Yeah,” he said, standing up
Emma’s POV“You sure you’re all packed?” Sammy asked me as she helped me look around my room. “Yes,” I said. “Are you sure?” she questioned with a raised brow and a hand on her hip. “No,” I replied, averting my gaze from hers. “Mhm. That’s what I thought. Check the bathroom?” she asked as she made her way to the bathroom. “Pretty sure I did”. “Yeah. Pretty sure you didn’t,” she responded, walking out of the bathroom with one of my bra's. “Oh,” I said, then snatched it out of her hand. “Thanks,” I told her, stuffing the bra into my suitcase. “That’s definitely all,” I said as I looked back up at her. “Whatever you say. When you get home and realize something’s missing, too bad. It’ll be the property of Mykonos at that time,” she said nonchalantly. “Whatever,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Let’s go,” I ushered her out of the room. When we got into the elevator, I looked down at my phone and saw the time was a little past 9 a.m. “What time’s the flight again?” I asked, looking
Emma’s POV “Home sweet home,” I breathed out as I walked into the apartment while Liam held the door open for me. “Mhm. I enjoyed the vacation, but it feels good to be back”. “Sure does,” I agreed as I plopped down on the couch. “Uhm excuse me?” Liam asked, referring to my luggage that was blocking the way. “What?” I asked, looking innocent. “Don’t you think you should put these away first before you sit down? Knowing you, you’re not going to stand up from there anytime soon, so you might as well just get this done first”. “Let me get this right,” I said, sitting up. “You expect me,” I pointed at myself, “To take all these,” I motioned at my three boxes,” Upstairs? Seriously, Liam?” I asked, feigning a hurt and disappointed look. “Wow. Just wow,” I scoffed, and rested back on the couch. “Oh please,” he rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to be this dramatic, Emma. I’ll take them up for you. All you needed to do was just ask”. “Will you?” I asked, smiling. He rolled his
Liam’s POV‘We’re married but not together’. Emma’s words. Those words continued to echo in my head throughout my drive to Anna’s place. I just couldn’t seem to get it out of my mind. Yes, we’re married. Yes, we’re not together. I agree. The way she said it today though. Damn. She really meant it this time. The thing is, with the way Emma and I have operated since we started sleeping with each other, yes we definitely fought more, but at the end of every fight, she’d say that same line, but then we both knew that something would still happen between us again, which it did until recently. Now, though, there was a lot more truth to what she was saying, because she actually had someone to fall back on. Tony. I know it’s wrong of me to think in this way, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy when I knew that Emma would always come back to me. Until now, that is. Now, Tony is in the picture. Bastard. I may have never met him before, and he may have not done anything to me, but i
Liam’s POVIt was a bit past 4 a.m. on Monday and I had just woken up. I spent the weekend at Anna’s place but because I didn’t actually plan to, and I just said I would because I wanted Emma to feel bad, I didn’t actually pack any work clothes. I had to wake up early because I planned to go home, take a shower, and get dressed, then head to work from home, and I needed to do all of that before eight o’clock because I had a big meeting this morning. “Hey, baby,” Anna greeted me as she opened her eyes slowly.She picked up her phone from the nightstand by her side. I assumed to look at the time based on the next words that left her mouth. “Why’re you up so early?” she asked as she sat up. “Morning,” I greeted, clearing my throat. “I’ve got to get to work early, and I didn’t bring any work clothes, so I have to head home now”. “But why?” she whined. “Because I have a job?” I answered sarcastically. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, turning on the lamp on her nightstand to
Emma’s POV“Hey, girl,” my co-worker, Dina, greeted me with a hug as I walked into the office. “I’ve missed you”. “I missed you too, Dina,” I smiled as we let go of each other. “How have you been?” I asked, setting down my bags in my space. “Good, good. You? How was Greece?” she asked, wriggling her eyebrows. “It was fine,” I said, letting out a laugh. “I had a good time”. “That’s great. And how’s that husband of yours? I’m sure you both got down and busy over there” she said with a wink. “Dina,” I playfully smacked her arm. “You don’t have to be so loud about it,” I warned, with a hushed tone, as I looked around and noticed someone had turned their head toward us when she spoke. “Sorry, sorry,” she apologized, giggling. “My bad. But tell me you both didn’t have a good time together there”. “We did,” I lied. Dina obviously doesn’t know that my marriage is fake and even though I consider her one of my close friends in this office, I just can’t tell her. The fewer people that kn