Disclaimer: The event showed here is only for fictional purpose and has nothing to do with The Metropolitan Museum Of Art in reality. It's for entertainment purposes only.
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"You took my breathe away, Ms. Sayles," Liam whispered, pulling me closer for a swift kiss.
"You too," I smiled. "Bowtie suits you, Mr. McKinnon,"
"I can't wait to get rid of it," He winked, making me blush. "I can't believe you're going to live with me from now on,"
"Well, I am...so suck it up," I laughed. "So tell me, what can we expect from this event?"
"Lots of people from the art world for sure," He said. "Just the pl
Liam When you love someone you just know them. Like not just who they are as a person but everything...every minute details about them. How they smile, how they react to something...you just know them...no logic no reasons. I knew Sofia just the same. As I stood in the elevator with her, I knew she was definitely up to something. There was a weird aura of excitement and nervousness around her and I could feel it. "What are you up to?" I demanded, raising a brow. "Nothing," She replied. She was a terrible liar. "Okay," I said, not at all believing her. The elevator door opened at my penthouse and Sofia jumped out before me, looking as if she might burst with excitement.
Sunshine streamed into my room waking me up. Beside me, Sofia was curled up against my chest looking beautiful as usual. Her naked body was wrapped around mine and at the moment it felt like the most natural thing of my life. We fit in together perfectly. Turning, I perched up on my elbows and stared at her. Her lips were slightly swollen and that made me smile. Last night was... undescribable. Sofia was a sensual creature and the picture of her on top, her mouth slack and eyes closed as she took me in, made me uncomfortable at the moment. But I refused the urge to wake her up and just watched her sleep instead. This I can get used to. "Good morning, birthday boy," Sofia greeted, standing at the threshold of my study. "Morning beautiful," I smiled. "Up already?"
Sofia My mouth went dry as Liam sauntered towards me, his lips pressed in a hard line. He was pissed and I had a faint idea why. I was in trouble....no doubt about that! "Ladies, can I steal my girl for a moment?" He said, flashing his panty-dropping smile which was totally unnecessary in the present company. "She's all yours." Hannah giggled and I shot her a look. No, please... "Come on baby," He hissed sweetly, grabbing my arm. "WE need to talk!" He dragged me inside and straight upstairs, opening a door on the left side of the landing. Shoving me inside, he narrowed his eyes at me and I tried hard to rema
I stifled a yawn as I shuffled through the brochures that just came in freshly after printing for the exhibit next month. Last night, Liam told me he has never watchedPretty Womanand that I felt was outrageously insulting. So I got the DVD and made him watch it and just like everyone else it took no time for him to fall in love withVivienne Ward.Julia Roberts had her style. There was a different charm about movies made in the '90s and once you start watching there was no turning back. And we didn't. After Pretty Woman, Liam insisted on Notting hill but I wanted to watch The Crush. By the time it was three in the morning, we have watched both our choices along with My Best Friend's Weddin
Liam "Do me a favor," Sean grimaced as we walked out of our conference room. "Don't drag me into these ghastly boring board meetings, please. I beg you," "Sean, you're a shareholder. You need to attend these meetings. Don't you wanna know what's happening with your investment?" I muttered. "I know what's happening to my investment," He replied. "As long as they are with you, they are being used most profitably. I know that," "Don't trust anybody that much," I said with disdain and he shrugged. "You're not anybody. You're family," He replied, hassling me with his shoulder. "Jeez!" I rolled my eyes. "How's the new place coming out i
Sofia My eyes felt like someone has tied heavy stones to them as I struggled to open them. My head felt heavy and there was a funny smell lingering in my nostrils. I blinked twice... thrice in a vain attempt to push away the heaviness but it was just useless. I felt sleepy like I haven't slept in ages and automatically my eyes shut down again making everything go dark. It was too bright and warm... I felt droplets of sweat dripping down my back and my mouth felt slack. "Water," I
I was feeling pissed. It was late in the afternoon and after my failed attempt to make Neil realize he was better than the douchebag he pretends to be, he has stopped talking completely. It was hot and humid and I was sitting in the same position in the same place for God knows how long. I felt grimy, stiff, and angry. I glanced out of the little window and all I could see was trees. Huge trees for as long as I was allowed to see. Outside, I could hear laughing and cursing, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.And to think Neil is the son of Ryan Mckinnon...Ideally, I closed my eyes and began to picture Liam's face in my head. My family...what were they doing? Do they know? Sean...Hannah...Kris... what were they doing right now?"Sleeping already?" Neil's familiar voice distracted me.
"Sofia! Sofia, get up!" Neil's voice was urgent and I reluctantly opened my eyes. "What?" I muttered. "Theo is here to see you," He said in a hushed voice. "Now...please... please... please, don't say anything stupid, okay? Just do what he says? You understand?" "Right," I scoffed, sitting up properly. It was dark outside now and I presumed I had fallen asleep. Before Neil could say anything, footsteps approached and the door opened. "Please," Neil whispered and I scowled at him. "There...there," A voice said, it was calm. Almost peaceful...yet a chill ran down my spine. Neil moved and I was face to face with a guy not more than thirty years old. When I
Liam 3 years later... I stared at the woman in front of me as she stood there explaining some weird-looking painting to her precious visitors. Every time I looked at her, I was overwhelmed by my love for her. There was no way I could ever get enough. She was my life. She was my existence. She was my wife. My Sofia... She was glowing as she subconsciously turned to look at me, a big smile on her beautiful face. I don't think I have ever seen her this happy. Maybe, when I proposed to her? No maybe not even then... It was the happiness of her dreams coming true. This was what she always wanted. What drove her here in the first
Sofia I smiled at the woman who stared back at me from the other side of the large ornate mirror. She looked happy and beautiful. And her wide grin got wider as she was joined by the man of her dreams leaning casually by the door. "How do I look?" I asked, turning to face him. I gave him an elegant twirl in my breathtakingly beautiful dress and he smiled. "Like always," He replied. "I didn't search the entire New York to look like always," I scowled. Tonight was a big night. Tonight, Mckinnons was celebrating its 25th anniversary and it was going to be a big starry affair. And tonight, Neil was going to be announced as the managing director of Mckinnons after three month
Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game. And if it wasn't for the promise I made to her and if it wasn't her voice calling me again and again I would have definitely taken the easy road. At least once, I deserved to take it easy but I couldn't, I didn't because I don't have the right to put her in a lifetime of misery or my parents or my
"It's been six days!" I cried in disdain. "What is happening?" "Ms. Sayles," Dr. Burke warned. "Please calm down!" "Calm down?" I spat. "Not exactly my forte, doc," "Sofia," My mother placed a warning hand on my shoulder. "Let him do his job," I glared at my mother and then at the doctor and then sighed. "Fine," I muttered, stomping out of Liam's inpatient suite. "You need to calm down," Mom muttered. "Go home Sofia, have you even looked at yourself?" "I don't care," I grumbled. It's been six days since Liam was operated... twice. The idea that I almost lost him that night because of severe internal bleed
You know you irrevocably love someone when the thought of losing them makes you forget how to breathe. The fear that gripped me as I watched Liam collapse on the ground was something, I realized I will never forget in my life. Ever. It was going to haunt me for the rest of my life like a scar... reminding me of the momentary coma I just experienced. Move you, idiot! And I did, forcing myself to move forward, running full speed towards him before his head hit the ground and cause any more damage. Neil lurched forward as well... too shocked to show any other reaction. From the distance, we could hear the sirens of the police car approaching...but what if they were too late? "Hey!" I cried, stroking Liam's hair as he took deep labored breathes. B
Thump! Thump! Thump! We were running like mad people in the rain. Nobody said anything. We were just running. Neil was holding my hand so hard that it almost hurt but I couldn't dare leave it. If I get lost here I was screwed for good. So I let him half drag me through the woods. The rain made it impossible to focus as the green mixed with the brown, making it hard to distinguish between anything at all. My mind was crazy with exhilaration and I couldn't focus until my leg hit a huge rock and I stumbled to the ground, landing hard on my knees. "Ouch!" I cried out as pain shot through my body. "Fuck! " Neil cried, helping me up. "Are you alright?" "I am fine!" I panted. "Keep going!"
"Sofia! Sofia, get up!" Neil's voice was urgent and I reluctantly opened my eyes. "What?" I muttered. "Theo is here to see you," He said in a hushed voice. "Now...please... please... please, don't say anything stupid, okay? Just do what he says? You understand?" "Right," I scoffed, sitting up properly. It was dark outside now and I presumed I had fallen asleep. Before Neil could say anything, footsteps approached and the door opened. "Please," Neil whispered and I scowled at him. "There...there," A voice said, it was calm. Almost peaceful...yet a chill ran down my spine. Neil moved and I was face to face with a guy not more than thirty years old. When I
I was feeling pissed. It was late in the afternoon and after my failed attempt to make Neil realize he was better than the douchebag he pretends to be, he has stopped talking completely. It was hot and humid and I was sitting in the same position in the same place for God knows how long. I felt grimy, stiff, and angry. I glanced out of the little window and all I could see was trees. Huge trees for as long as I was allowed to see. Outside, I could hear laughing and cursing, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.And to think Neil is the son of Ryan Mckinnon...Ideally, I closed my eyes and began to picture Liam's face in my head. My family...what were they doing? Do they know? Sean...Hannah...Kris... what were they doing right now?"Sleeping already?" Neil's familiar voice distracted me.
Sofia My eyes felt like someone has tied heavy stones to them as I struggled to open them. My head felt heavy and there was a funny smell lingering in my nostrils. I blinked twice... thrice in a vain attempt to push away the heaviness but it was just useless. I felt sleepy like I haven't slept in ages and automatically my eyes shut down again making everything go dark. It was too bright and warm... I felt droplets of sweat dripping down my back and my mouth felt slack. "Water," I