When it’s only me and Liam in the booth, I comment, “He’s a force of nature...” Liam rolls his eyes. “More like a force of chaos.” I can’t help but laugh at his response. “He seems like fun, though. It’s kind of refreshing to be around someone so carefree.” “Carefree might be fun for a night, but it’s not sustainable,” Liam counters, his tone serious. I tilt my head at him. “I hope you’re not jealous?” “It depends, you think of him as attractive?” “Of course. I think the majority of women will do.” “Is he someone you will fall in love with? If ever the two of us separate?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Of course not. He is your friend! And separate? Why would I separate from you? We are planning our second wedding, so separation is out of the question!” Sensing my rising annoyance, he reaches for my hand. “Cassie, I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you feel bad... And I am not being insecure or anything, it’s just...” “It’s just?” “Well, he’s the latest man my ex-wife cheated on me
The morning sun trickles into the spacious office, casting a warm glow over the mahogany bookshelves and plush leather chairs. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the faint aroma of old books. I stand beside Nico as Liam introduces us to the business managers. “Please welcome Nico and Cassie as they take care of the remodeling of our current business model,” Liam says with a smile. “They are ready to dive in and make some much-needed changes,” he adds while gesturing for everyone to take a seat. I share an excited glance with Liam before addressing the employees, “Nico and I have already drafted proposals on how to improve things and help the business thrive,” I say. “All we need is to polish it before the implementation, something that we will be working with you. Suggestions will be welcome,” Nico adds. “Excellent,” Liam comments, his gaze meeting mine. As we settle into our chairs, I can’t help but marvel at how far our relationship had come since
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I compile the documents. The office is silent, except for the soft tapping of keys and the occasional rustle of papers. “Done,” I breathe, hitting the send button. It’s another productive day. “I guess my dear wife is done,” he says, sitting on the couch and finishing up some of his work. “Let’s take our dinner?” I ask. “Let’s do that.” He kisses my cheeks and whispers, “So that later, you can allow me to devour you.” I hit his arms, and he laughs. “Liam!” I hiss. “You are annoyed and yet you are blushing.” I look around. Thankfully, the employees are busy. “Where’s Nico, anyway? Is he done with his meetings?” I ask, changing the topic. As if on a trigger, Nico strides in, his posture exuding confidence and charm. He also looks good, which is a good thing because he has become the face of the company. Most importantly, he has already started revitalizing the brand. “Hey guys, just wanted to check in before I head out to another meeting–las
The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the town. I stand with Liam on the balcony of our rented beach house, taking in the breathtaking view as I bask in the warmth of his embrace. “Have you thought about the name of our child?” he asks. “Not yet,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulders. With each passing day, our relationship is just getting stronger. It feels wonderful. I feel like I am at an all-time high in my life. And I wonder when this will all end. “Did I ever tell you about my father?” Liam asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. I shake my head, curious about where this sudden change in conversation is headed. “No, you haven’t. What was he like?” He squeezes my body and buries his face in my hair. Afterward, he whispers, “He was a hardworking man, dedicated to his family and the businesses. But he was also incredibly stubborn and resistant to change. Every time things go downhill, he refuses to adapt, insist
My gaze drifts over the delicately arranged furniture in the nursery, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the crib’s wooden frame. I inhale deeply, the soft scent of lavender and freshly laundered baby clothes filling my lungs. I look over at both Lukas and Alinn, a proud look on their faces. “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Alinn asks. “Our very best is not so bad, ain’t it?” Lukas adds. I smile, feeling warmth spreading over my body. “Rest assured, you two,” I start. “This surprise is very nice.” Hearing my approval, Liam gently places his hand on my shoulder, warm and steady. “Hmmm, everything’s coming together beautifully,” he remarks. “I also need to thank you for this,” I say, leaning into his touch. “This is the initial design,” Alinn says and reaches for my hand. “But if you want to change something else, feel free to tell us.” I squeeze her hand in response. I guess her friendship with Lukas is doing good for both of them. “I don’t think I still have something I want
The next day, my phone lit up with Asta’s name on the caller ID. I answer it in an instant. “It’s happening!” Her words tumble out of her mouth in a rush of excitement. “My manager approved my collaboration with Champion Music!” “Oh! That’s really amazing to hear, Asta.” “Can we meet with Director Liam the soonest? To discuss the contract details?” I nod along with her enthusiasm, even if she can’t see it. “Yes, that sounds really good. When can we set something up?” “As soon as possible!” she exclaims. I laugh, and she giggles in response. “You sound excited.” “I am!” “Let me just call my husband, prepare the contract and let’s see if we can send the initial contract to you by tomorrow. Will that be okay?” Asta’s reply is quick, “Yes, perfect. Thank you so much for your help. I’m really grateful.” After hanging up the phone, I can’t help but feel a flutter in my heart. Working with Asta will be a great first step. I can’t wait for this to be official. And so, smiling all thr
My fingers dance over the sleek surface of my phone. My focus is razor-sharp as I pour over profiles of potential new artists. I am in Liam’s office — the walls are covered with posters of Champion’s successful musicians. The door opens. Liam strolls in and walks directly towards me. He places a kiss on my cheeks and asks, “How’s everything? You okay? Not feeling overworked?” I smile at him, touching his cheeks gently. “I am very much okay, Liam,” I answer and place a quick kiss on his lips. He beams. “It’s getting late now and my meeting is done. Want to head home? Lukas might be waiting for us.” I grin. “Before that, I’d like to say that we signed another artist earlier,” I announce with delight. “Really?” he says, his face lighting up at the news. “Who is it?” “Jake.” “The balladeer?” he asks and when I nod, “Amazing work, Cassie! I don’t know what you do that persuades all these hidden gems to sign with us!” “I guess it’s the reputation of Champion Music.” “I don’t think t
I watch as the ten singers perform on stage. Their voices are a delight to hear. The audience is enthralled — their eyes glued to the performers. There is a kind of energy in the entire arena as each of the singers delivers a powerful performance. And it is a tangible sign of their success–our success. “That’s impactful, alright,” Liam whispers in my ear. He is sitting beside me on one of the VIP seats. “They are all amazing performers.” “They are,” I whisper back. “They all prepared really hard for this.” Liam reaches for my hand and squeezes them. “Seriously, my dear wife, why don’t you take at least some credit for this.” I grin at him. “The brilliant showcase is because of their hard work,” I insist. Yet, I can’t stop feeling proud and satisfied. “Besides, it feels incredible to work on this.” “Indeed,” he agrees. This time, he intertwines his fingers to mine, as if it’s natural, as if our hands belong to each other. “I can’t wait to see more of you.” “I told you—” “That it’
********* A FEW YEARS LATER *********** I run my hand over my bulging stomach, savoring the warmth of the afternoon sun as it filters through the living room window. I am close now. The doctor says that any day this week I will give birth to a boy. Nearby, Lukas and Alinn teach Andy how to play a new board game, while Liam hovers close by and places snacks and drinks on the table. “Are you okay? Anything you need?” Liam asks. I grin at him. “I need my husband to sit beside me and hold my hand.” Liam’s face softens, and he nods, quickly making his way over to the couch beside me. As he sits down, he takes my hand in his, his fingers lacing through mine. I lean into him, my head resting on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around me, holding me close and kissing my forehead. This time, I am not afraid. Because now, I feel safe and loved, surrounded by the people who mean the most to me. We will move forward, because we know now, that we are unstoppable together. ********* ANOTHER FEW
I chop vegetables for dinner as I note the instructions Lukas jotted down for our dinner. Liam enters the room, wraps his arms around my waist, and playfully nuzzles my neck. “Guess who?” he whispers, his breath tickling my skin. “Could it be... my handsome husband?” I tease. I turn in his embrace, meeting his lips with a sweet kiss before returning to my task. “Any updates on our lovebirds?” Liam asks, referring to Lukas and Alinn. “Actually, they went on a date yesterday evening,” I respond. “I think things are getting more serious between them.” “Good for them,” Liam says sincerely. He leans against the counter, watching me. “Remember how nervous we were when we first started dating?” “Of course,” I laugh. “We are so nervous that we shared a kiss during that same day and even made love when the evening came.” He laughs. “But look at us now. I want to ravish you every time I lay my eyes on you.” I caress his cheeks. “And we’ll do that once we are done with food and shower,” I
It’s already late in the afternoon when the four of us, Liam, Lukas, Andy and me, start the stroll through the bustling market in Morocco. All the vibrant colors, the tantalizing scents and cacophony of voices are overwhelming. Andy seems to enjoy everything, and she has become very curious. Once, she even asks what the two locals are doing. I explain to her that they are haggling over prices. And every time she sees some exotic wares, she will clap her hands in delight. Something that never fails to put a grin on Lukas’ face. “Mom! Stunning!” Andy exclaims as she points to a beautifully embroidered scarf. Liam chuckles. “It is. You can take what you like, Andy.” Andy squeals and pulls Lukas with her into the shop. On the other hand, Liam takes one scarf and drapes the fabric around my neck. He gazes at my face and whispers, “It really is stunning.” I blush, especially when last night was very hot—too passionate, in fact, that I wasn’t able to get up until it was close to lunch.
The lush garden surrounds an elegant white gazebo. There are cascading floral arrangements that are draped gracefully over the lattices. Not to mention the sweet scent in the warm air. And beneath the canopy of flowers, I stand with Liam. We are gazing into each other’s eyes as our family and friends gather around us. Everyone is dressed at their finest, chattering excitedly amongst themselves while sipping champagne and nibbling on mouth-watering hors d’oeuvres. My mother is wiping away a tear as she looks at us. My father is beaming proudly at her side. With all our relatives around us, this is a far cry from when we had our first wedding. “Ready?” Liam asks beside me, his voice full of tender reassurance. I nod, my eyes shining with happiness and love. “Friends and family,” the officiant begins. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the love and commitment of Liam and Cassie. Today, they choose to renew their vows, solidifying their bond and reaffirming their devotion to on
Suddenly, a waiter approaches us and clears his throat. Liam and I look at him. There is an awkward smile on his face. “Apologies for disturbing you, ma’am, sir, but your food is ready. Should I... ahm, send it here? Or should I pack it up or something?” he asks. Given the time to breathe, I reach for my wineglass and take a slow, deliberate sip. As the rich liquid warms my throat, I resolve to face my emotions head-on. “We are going to continue our date night here,” Liam answers while staring hard at me. The waiter gestures for the others to come closer. They set down plates and bowls in front of the table while Liam fixes himself and sits across me. When the waiters leave, Liam reaches for my hand again. “You see, Cassie. You might have forgotten, but this is the anniversary of when we met at that police station. The first time you kissed me.” “Oh.” “You also think that you were not pretty enough back then. That you are undeserving of love.” I purse my lips again. I glance at
I arrive at the elegant restaurant alone, my heart heavy with the weight of agreeing to Scarlet’s request. Even the soft glow of the candlelight that dances against the polished silverware and crystal glasses on the tables do not improve my mood. The atmosphere is intimate, and it could have been a perfect night with Liam. I take a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of seared scallops and garlic butter that fill the air. “Reservation for two under Mr. Chapman?” I ask the hostess who has come to assist me. “Of course,” the hostess replies, leading me to a secluded table by the window. “Your server will be with you shortly.” “Thank you,” I murmur, taking my seat while noting the crisp, white linen napkin and the glasses on the table. I glance around the room. Couples are sharing tender smiles and stealing kisses from each other. The sight only deepens the ache in my chest, reminding me of my earlier decision. “Good evening, ma’am,” a friendly server greets me as he approaches the
I stand in front of a full-length mirror, my reflection framed by the delicate curve of the gilded edges. I watch the way the smooth silk of my midnight blue dress clings to my body, accentuating my curves and cascading until my knees. Then I adjust the thin straps over my shoulders. The anticipation of my romantic date with Liam is making my heart race. There is a knock on the door and I say, “Come in,” my voice sounding happier. The soft click of heels makes my hand pause on the fabric of my dress. I turn my attention to the guest and see Scarlet looking me up and down. I purse my lips at her beauty. She is definitely a sight in yet another red dress–a contrast to her creamy skin. Scarlet’s eyes take in every inch of me, appraising me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Hmmm,” she mutters. “You are starting to look the part of being Liam Chapman’s wife.” “I am his wife,” I tell her. I am just not sure until when. “It’s a pity, really,” she says, her voice dripping with sacchar
Last night, I was dreaming about Lukas and Liam’s laughter again and I woke up with a mix of love and fear. I sigh. This is just fine. I know that my decision to distance myself is for the best. “Momma, Lukas?” Andy asks, still stuttering. “Tomorrow, dear, okay? Your brother will come here to play with you.” She nods and takes hold of a doll. Lukas has gone to the beach with Scarlet. As for Liam, he decided to finish his work in the office. “For today, it’s just you and me...” I whisper. “And probably, in the future too.” I settle in the chair and my gaze lingers on the family photos adorning the walls. Most of it are pictures of Lukas and Andy, but there is also Alinn, Liam, and me. I really do miss doing activities with them. When my eyes fill with tears, I blink them away. I chose this. I should not be sad about this. I have to be stronger than this. More unfeeling than this. I can walk away, just like how I escaped from all the men and drama around me before. They said it bef
“Are you okay, love?” Liam asks. He is on top of me, still panting from the pleasure we just shared. I smile at him, attempting to hide the turmoil raging within me–anxiety that I only feel every time we stop drowning in our pleasure. “I am fine,” I lie. Liam’s piercing eyes search mine, but instead of pressing further, he brushes a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “I am not such a skilled conversationalist, but please know that I will listen to you, any time you want to talk about something.” I beam at him and I hook my arms around his neck. “I always see you as a great communicator, though.” “Maybe I communicate my love for you in bed? Where you will feel it the most?” he asks, playful now. “I think we should wear our clothes and pause from communicating in bed. I need to check up on Andy.” He presses a kiss on my neck. “Lukas and the nanny are here. Stay a little more in my arms.” I giggle, but then I push him away from me. Sitting up and retrieving my clothes, my min