Emma’s POVAfter a while of eating, drinking, dancing, and talking, it was finally time to get off the yacht. We had just gotten back to the dock when Ryan announced the restaurant we were going to be eating at for dinner. Since Tony had his own car, I decided to head to the restaurant with him while Ryan and Sammy went together in Ryan’s car. The restaurant wasn’t far from where we were. It was about a fifteen-minute drive or so. At least that’s what I thought. To me, it felt like the car flew most of the way there because, not gonna lie, I was a tad bit more than tipsy. From the champagne I had used to kick off my drinking for the day which I had at the spa, to the countless number of glasses of wine I had on the yacht, I think it’s safe to say I’ve had a good day so far. Once we got to the restaurant, Ryan got us in based on the reservation he’d made and within a few minutes, we were sitting with our menus in hand. “This place is pretty,” I told Sammy, looking around and soaking
Emma’s POVThe comment Tony made about Liam while on our way back to the hotel made me feel quite awkward, so I didn’t have much to say to him again. When we got to my hotel, Tony apologized again for the comment he made, then kissed me goodnight and left. As I walked into the lobby, one of the staff at the front desk called my attention to collect my gift that Tony’s driver had helped drop off for me after we had been dropped off at the bar. I thanked the staff and took the gift bag from him, then went up to my room. To get to my room, I have to pass by Liam’s room, and the things Tony said about Liam got me clouding my mind with thoughts of him again. To be fair, I kind of had every right to think about him at that moment because the day was almost over, and he still hadn’t wished me a happy birthday or given me a gift. Nothing. As I walked toward my room, I found myself standing in front of Liam’s door. I looked down at my phone and saw that the time was 11:23 p.m., meaning that
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
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”. “
Emma’s POV“So, talk to me. What’s going on in that big head of yours?” I joked. “Rude,” he scoffed, feigning a hurt look. “Whatever,” I chuckled, unwrapping my hands from his waist. “This seems like serious talk, so let’s go over to the living room please”. “Alright,” he nodded, pushing himself off the counter that he was resting on and following behind me until we got to the living room and sat comfortably on the couch. “Now,” I moved a bit closer to him. “Talk to me”. “Okay,” he cleared his throat, evidently nervous. “I don’t know if you know… but tomorrow is our first anniversary,” he stated, then averted his gaze from me. “Is that it?” I chuckled. “What do you mean?” he asked with furrowed brows. “I mean, is that all that’s bothering you?”“Yes, it is. Now can you please stop laughing,” he grumbled. “Sorry,” I stifled a laugh. “Listen,” I grabbed hold of his hands. Can I be honest with you?”“Sure,” he nodded, fiddling with my hands. “I know”. “Seriously?” he looked of
Emma’s POVIt had been a long day at the office, but thankfully, it was finally over. As I packed up my sketches that I planned to work on over the weekend, my phone buzzed on the table, but I didn’t pick it up immediately because if it was something important, I’d have assumed the person would call me. After about ten minutes of putting my stuff together, I was done packing up for the day and finally picked up my phone to check the time. The time wasn’t what caught my eye though. It was my notification; specifically, the one that came ten minutes ago which I ignored. It was a notification from my Reminders app, reminding me of what tomorrow is – Liam and I’s first anniversary. Shit. How the hell could I have forgotten? And especially now that Liam and I are actually in true love with each other, and we’ve been so good with each other these past couple of weeks too, fuck!As I walked out of the office, I began brainstorming the excuse I was going to give Liam for forgetting about t
Liam’s POVWhen Ryan and I were done eating, we immediately began our journey back home. “So, have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”“About what?” I asked, optimistic that the meaning behind that question wasn’t the same as when he asked me this same question ten minutes ago. “About you and Emma, silly,” he scoffed, looking at me like I was dumb. “No, Ryan. I have not decided what to do, just like I hadn’t decided ten minutes ago when you asked me the same damn question,” I said, tightening my fingers on the steering wheel momentarily, before letting out a deep breath in annoyance and releasing my grip on the wheel. “My bad,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to be helpful,” he murmured. “Then be helpful by suggesting what I should do!” I raised my tone slightly and kissed my teeth. “You being helpful isn’t you asking me the same question repetitively at ten-minute intervals hoping that my response would be different? Helping would be you trying to help me brainstorm o
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