Caprice did not linger. She walked out the gate and called a cab to take her to Carter Tech City. She completely discarded what Heather told her to the back of her mind. She could hardly be bothered; all she cared about was seeing Liam as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Heather sat inside her car and spied on the taxi Caprice just hailed. She never planned to make the trip herself to confront Caprice. This was all Moses’ fault. The buffoon of a man who did not know what was good for him and refused to cooperate with her. Fortunately, it seemed like she successfully riled Caprice up. She seemed to be in a rush to get to Carter Tech City. Was she going to Liam to beg him to take her with him to this weekend’s party? Heather snorted scornfully. If Liam refused, they would probably get into a fight. On the other hand, if he did bring her along, it would certainly spice things up. She chuckled to herself, impressed by her deviousness. She was already in cahoots with man
Caprice gulped, then she shifted her hands to Liam's shirt and slowly parted them. Parting the fabric like a curtain, his chiseled chest and abs came into view, all eight blocks of firm muscles above the belt line. Caprice felt her cheeks glowing with heat, and even her eyes began to shine. She excitedly placed her hand on his stomach. Before she had time to savor the wonderful texture of his toned muscles, she felt her wrist seized by a hand. She nearly jumped. Immediately after that, Liam’s hand tugged hard at her. Thump! She landed directly on top of him. She looked up and met his dark, penetrating gaze. He looked at her with remarkable calmness. The deep, ominous pool of blackness in his eyes made Caprice shiver. It was terrifying to look into those eyes. "When did you wake up?” “What were you going to do to me if I didn’t wake up in time?” he asked with a grin. She blushed and avoided his gaze. She stammered as she spoke, "I...I wasn’t going to do any
What??? Had he been awake since the moment she came into the office? He was awake when she was feeling up his collarbone and his abs all along? Flabbergasted, her cheeks reddened in a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. She frowned disapprovingly and shrieked his full name, “Liam Carter!!” Liam squinted playfully. “Hm?” Caprice made a show of grunting and pouting, expressing her disapproval. She was still slightly irked. Liam ruffled her hair and asked with a faint smile, “Do you still want to touch me?” His shirt was still open, his body in full view. Caprice’s eyes blazed at the prospect, and her anger dissipated instantly. "Can I?” she asked uncertainly. Liam broke into a chuckle. “Sure.” She obliged and began to feel his toned muscles. … After the two messed around for a while longer, Caprice’s stomach began growling. She cringed and immediately put a hand to her stomach to silence the hunger. Liam grinned. "Hungry?" She muttered shyly
Liam ignored her. This made her more irritable. “It’s all you guys’ fault! If one of you or Flinty would take up the family business, Dad wouldn’t have thrown it on my lap!” Liam expressed without interest, “It’s not like you have anything going on anyway.” He said it without any inflection in his voice. Isabel exploded, “What do you mean I have nothing going on?! Do you have any idea how busy I am?! I have a lot of films to shoot!” She raised her voice by several pitches, and it sounded like she was going to throw herself on Liam. Caprice was alarmed and immediately threw the door open. She noticed Isabel who seemed like she was about to pounce on Liam's desk and cried out, "Isabel, don't be angry! Uncle Carter probably let you take over because he trusts that you can handle it.” Isabel flipped a look at her. The infuriated expression on her face immediately vanished it. What took its place was a gentle and doting smile. "Caprice?" she said with a spring in her
The interior of the car was rather spacious. Isabel’s driver was driving, and her assistant was in the car as well. Caprice squeezed into the rear and sat next to Isabel. Isabel did not have her hair tied up and draped it elegantly over her back instead. She wore a classy black high-waisted dress and adorned herself with two pieces of minimal but luxurious necklace that must have cost a fortune. Caprice recalled how she always saw Isabel dressed casually. It was very rare for her to be dressed so formally. She asked in an intrigued voice, “Are you going to attend some kind of formal event?” “Not just me. We are going to attend a special event tonight,” Isabel said curtly while eyeing Caprice up and down. Then, she turned to the driver. "Let's make a quick stop at my place.” “Alright,” the driver said and stepped on the gas pedal. "Isabel, why are we going to your place?” Caprice asked in a puzzled voice. Isabel gently pinched her cheeks. “We’re going to get you
Isabel simply could not take her eyes off Caprice. It came to a point where Caprice was beginning to feel embarrassed having been stared at for so long. Her face glowed red as she dodged away from Isabel’s pointed stare. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Haha! Alright.” Isabel chuckled and stifled the urge to keep staring. She suddenly gestured at the window. "Caprice, stand over there by the window. Let me take a picture of you." “Why do you want to take my picture?” "I don't have any pictures of you on my phone, so let me have a nice picture of you at least,” Isabel said without giving away her true intentions. Caprice did not look too much into it. She obliged and stood next to the window as she was told, posing as Isabel instructed. After a while, when Isabel was finally satisfied with the pictures, so she turned to Caprice again. “Why don’t you take a short break? I need to use the bathroom, and we will leave in about an hour.” “Alright.” Isabel went to the ba
They roared with laughter. It did not seem like they knew that Isabel was the only daughter of the Carters, much less Caprice’s identity. There was nothing but slight for Isabel in their voice, and that hostility spread toward Caprice who happened to be her partner. Caprice frowned. Upon hearing their unruly waves of laughter, Isabel halted and glared sharply at them. Even with the blinding lights shooting in every direction, there was a piercing shine in her eyes that was unflinching and hostile. It seemed like she was threatening to pounce on them if any one of them dared to even chuckle at all. The gossiping women were instantly silenced, not expecting such retaliation from Isabel. It was only after Isabel led Caprice into the venue that they came back to their senses. They got so infuriated that they began insulting Isabel again, aware that she could not hear them now. Meanwhile, Caprice and Isabel had stepped into the venue with their invitation cards. I
Isabel was relentless and continued pressing for more details. “You haven’t done anything with my brother other than kissing and this ab-touching?” Caprice suddenly recalled the previous date she went on with Liam in Carter Tech City. He had pried the collar of her shirt open, and the two of them had kissed for what seemed like forever, and at one point he… he… Her face turned red against her will. Isabel seemed to sense something, and her eyes glimmered with excitement. “Come on, Caprice, you can tell me.” It was not so much that Caprice was unwilling to share the details with her; it was just too hard for her to talk bout it! She just happened to feel the urge to use the washroom. She quickly shot up and announced, "I need to use the washroom.” Isabel made a face and rose with her. "I'll go with you." “It’s alright, I can go by myself," Caprice said as she walked towards the washroom. Isabel followed closely behind her. "That won't do. I promised my brother