My heart races as I glare at Scarlet. She is as angry as I am. My breath comes in short gasps, and on the contrary, Scarlet is looking as lovely as ever. Her flushed cheeks only accentuate her looks, and it didn’t help one bit with all the emotions brewing inside me. “Do you really think I am out of place on their lives?” I ask, my voice barely audible as I keep my tone in check. “Yes, you are. You need to think about what kind of partner you are to Liam and what kind of mother you are to both Lukas and Cassandra.” I narrow my eyes at her. She has no right to say that! “I—“ The door creaks open and Lukas comes in. I tense and shift my attention to him. “Mom? Cassie?” “Why are you here early, Lukas?” I ask. “It’s still Friday morning.” “Some emergency from our professor,” he answers, his eyes on me and I can see it filled with concern. “I came early for Andy. Are you okay?” he asks. I will be, I’d like to say but only said. “Yes, I am fine. Your mother and I just had an argumen
The following morning, I wake up with the smell of food in the room. I open my eyes to see that Liam is placing breakfast close to our bed. As if sensing my eyes on him, he turns towards me. He pins me on the bed and places a kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, my lovely wife,” he greets, leaning against me and brushing strands of my hair from my face. “Got you really exhausted last night, huh?” I grin at him and reach up to his neck, running my hands across his hair. “It’s a great night,” I say. He kisses my neck, and I giggle. “Let’s do it again tonight,” he whispers. “Okay, if you want a follow-up after Andy.” “That would be great news,” he responds, rubbing his nose against me. “But first, come here and have some breakfast.” He pulls away and sits on the side of the bed. “Come now, Cassie. Otherwise, I will ravish you instead.” I laugh and sit up. Instead of having breakfast, I hug him from behind. I can feel him shiver, especially when I press my chest against his back. “
As the pleasure subsides, Liam speaks. “So what do you think, Mrs. Greedy?” I chuckle and kiss him. “I think I am more than satisfied,” I reply. “And you, Mr. Greedy?” “I want this every day, every hour—” I kiss him, cutting him off. “Let’s stop there, because that’s becoming scary.” He laughs and pulls me up. “Now, seriously, let’s take a bath,” he says, taking a soap and starting to lather it into my body. I did the same for him. We laugh at each other, and steal a couple of kisses, until finally, Liam wraps me in a towel. I exit the bathroom and he follows right after. “What do you think, Liam?” I ask, lifting a negligee from my dresser. “Can we stay all day in the room? I already called the nanny and besides, Lukas is here to take care of Andy.” “What is this, my dear wife? Not getting enough of your handsome husband?” he asks, pinning me against the cabinet. I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. “I told you. I will never get enough of you.” “Then, if you want more...”
“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
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
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
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
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