"How many times must I visit you Liam?" my mother asks, her legs crossed, hair slicked to the side, and her red bottoms visible.She means business."Till you're tired and give up," I say uninterested, hoping she'd leave."You fucked up your date with Odette, the diplomat is furious," she expresses."He can hop on a plane back to France then, I'm sure there are many monsieurs glad to take her hand," the only way to play against Mother is to beat her at her sass game.It's impossible, but I must try."LIAM MICHAEL CARUSO!" She thunders."I have real work to do, and you're interrupting me Ma," I tell her."I, your mother am not satisfied with the way you've been living lately.""And, what do you mean by that?" I ask, knowing the answer."Liam. Why can't you understand that I only want the best for you? You'll realize it when you start seeing the benefits. A good partner…wife, will open the right doors for you and give you more influence," she sighs."Emma is a good wife," I reply"Oh he
I've been nowhere but home and in the hospital for the past three days, and that doesn't stop these guards Liam stationed. I thought we were past this.I also have texts I haven't from Natasha, and a few missed calls too, she cares more than I expect her to, but now I'm confused.I retrieve my father's diary from my wardrobe, where I had stashed it earlier, maybe here are some things I might have missed out.I run my fingers over his signature on the front page, 'Damien Conte', what kind of man was he truly?He described my uncle, Matteo as a fun older brother, someone he respects and looks up to, someone he wants to make proud, most of the diary mentions Matteo, but the rest just describes some days, nothing special, and some entries talk about Mom, but I'm not sure I want to read those, I don't want a detailed expression of their…intimate life.And then, I saw my name, the only time my father ever wrote about me, he spoke of my hair.He said:"Her soft curls remind me of my mother,
I can't get up from my bed, my head spins, why?I have to leave soon, now in fact. My mouth tastes bitter and I fear a fever coming in, nothing I haven't endured before.But with every attempt I make to stand up, I fall back on my bed, my head is throbbing, and my eyes are watery.Fuck.I try to close my eyes, maybe I just need a little more sleep, but sleep fails me.I pop a few of my pills in my mouth, gulping it down with some water, it helps me sleep a bit.I feel my eyes getting heavy, and soon, it gets dark, I know I'm about to welcome the same nightmare.But this time, she's here…"Emma?" I call.Her hair is down in cascading waves, they shape her face, and her dark brown eyes look down at me worriedly. But, why am I on the floor? Why is the sun…? The sun…I try to block it with my hands, the light is blinding."Liam!" she comes over to me, blocking the light source, I smile with relief."Emma, what am I…? What's going on?" I ask, trying to reach her face.No matter how far I s
He's so stubborn, I hate him.Yes, I said it. I thought I was past this hate stage, but it's back, ten times worse.I hate how he makes me worry about him, how he tells me not to worry about him, how he confuses me, how he touched me, how his voice is enough to…Emma! Focus.He hasn't been home in two days, he ignored the doctor's and my instructions to rest and take some days off work.He just left early and hasn't been back since then, now he's taking trips without informing anyone?I bite my thumb anxiously, well if it isn't Liam reviving my old nervous coping habit.I haven't called him, I've been taking his advice seriously, and I'm not about to break my streak.He hasn't traveled for this long since…Capetown, and, that was because of me. Is he still on the continent?Wait, why am I assuming he's traveled? I'm not his real wife anyway, I'm not entitled to his updates, or information about his whereabouts either.He's probably getting his dick wet, there's no way he'd be celibate
This deja vu scene is the last thing I need now.But Mother can't harm Emma here, especially in front of Adelina."I won't have you disrespect my wife," this is intolerable, truly."Welcome son," she greets, ignoring what I just said. "Your cook has mediocre skills."I clench my fist and release it to calm myself. I just had a very long flight, an impromptu one.I just came from a ten-hour-long flight, I've barely slept in the last 48 hours, and now this? I'm showing no ounce of patience.Why did I hire those stupid guards? They can't even do their job properly? So what if she's my mother? I make a mental note to fire them later and blacklist the security company and make sure no one ever hires their incompetent asses again.This is my house, I have a thousand reasons to be furious."Then go eat at your house, stop bothering us," that was the nicest response I could find.Both Emma and Adelina look at me wide-eyed, I ignore their reaction. I look away from Emma, mostly because I can f
I touched myself that night. I couldn't get his touch out of my head, off my skin, the way he knew where to touch, how to make me hump.How he just went from yelling in each other's faces to…our faces in each other.But Adelina saw us, she looked surprised, she's mature enough but she probably didn't expect that from us. Yes, dear, people can hate each other's guts so much, yet desire each other so.Or, that's the case for me I presume.Now I'm seated on the sand, drawing letters and characters on the sand with a stick, and yet, our heated night is the only thing running through my mind.Liam is home today, taking his rest seriously I guess, not that I care, or should care. I pretended not to notice him walking towards me and shut my eyes, inhaling the evening breeze.It's been almost a week since that night and we're back to the way we were before, not talking much to each other like he wasn't about to rail me some nights back.He's so good at pretending, and now, I'm learning from h
I don't know what made Emma change her mind. She decided to come with me, I gave her my card for some last-minute shopping.And now, we're on our way to Bora Bora, and I like how she's starting to look excited. She peeks over the airplane window in excitement, marveling at the sight.Soon, we land and she doesn't look tired at all."You should get your rest, we'll meet again for dinner by seven," I say to her."Yes, great idea. In our 'separate' rooms I presume?" She hints, referring to our last encounter when we last traveled."Yeah, of course." I made sure I settled that properly this time.She nods, "Great! Just show me to my room first."I nod and do that, she doesn't wait for me to say goodbye before shutting the door in my face.Of course, I couldn't sleep, but I had to show up for dinner. Not only did I promise Emma, that some familiar faces would be here, so, if I'm around, the least I should do is show up for tonight's dinner.After taking a shower, some painkillers for my he
I'm glad Liam took me out of there, even though I tried my best not to show my discomfort.I heard what Serena said, every single word, she wasn't loud, but loud enough for me to hear. No matter how much I pretended I wasn't affected, my hands still shook, and my breath hitched, I wished Liam was the one seated by my side and not Marco, he looked uninterested in what was happening to me.On a normal day, I would've put Serena in her place, but today, I feel weak, and inferior, surrounding by these upper-class people, unable to breathe, wondering how expensive even their perfume is, how it felt like everyone was staring, wondering: 'Who is she?'.Liam has been quite attentive tonight, even when he draped his jacket over me once he noticed I got a chill.I must be quite affected because it's not even the slightest bit cold. Tonight, it's 27 degrees Celsius, the coldest it could get here, and I'm having a chill."Sorry about that," Liam mutters.I freeze. I wasn't expecting that, but I'l