I glared down at the invitation sitting in front of me on my bed. It was worn and wrinkled from the countless times over the past three weeks that I've let myself look at it.
James and Sarah. Sarah and James. I looked at the date of the wedding, just three days away, and groaned, running a hand over my face. I went into the kitchen where I had left the damn plane ticket and stared at the date of departure and the time. Tomorrow morning at five in the morning. I tossed the ticket back into the drawer and looked down at the closed drawer. The amount of times I've done this was almost as much as I've crumpled up the damn invitation. I grabbed a half-full water bottle from my counter and threw it across the kitchen and stomped down the damn hall back to my room. It's not healthy. None of my actions these past three weeks have been healthy. I've broken my no-crying rule countless times and taken myself into the dark corners ofAt the airport I got all checked in and got my bag checked, leaving out my makeup bag as a carry-on.When we board, I hadn't noticed that he booked me on first class, so that was a nice surprise and so I'm sitting on the plane and I'm feeling antsy as f*ck. Everything in me is telling me to not go, but I'm already on. I'm already here and so I just buckle up and close my eyes.I slept the entire way because I hadn't gotten sleep and when we landed, I was kind of in a crabby mood. I didn't get to get my makeup on and I feel like I'm unarmored. I get off the plane and my heart is beating a million miles a minute. The airport is bustling and I'm not completely sure if I should rent a car or what the f*ck I'm going to do. I should have gotten Liam's number.But my worry fades when I spot the douchy asshole that started this whole nightmare, leaning against a wall with a small smile when he spots me. He lifts a hand, as I get near
Standing in front of the mirror, I made sure I had my armor on for what was to come. Back in the bedroom, I could hear his phone tinkle and I held my breath and listened."Hey, yeah, I'm bringing my date for lunch so you can meet her."I stilled. I stared at my minimal makeup and nodded. All I put on was a coat of lipgloss and some mascara. Anything else felt like I was trying too hard. I redid my French braid and walked out of the bathroom.He smiled at me as I walked out and I gave him a tight smile back. My stomach was all twisted and I was getting nervous by the second."Ready?""As ready as I'm going to get.""Are you nervous?"I looked at him and he smirked. "Don't be. I've got you. If things start to get hairy, we'll leave.""Define hairy.""Awkward. Angry. Sad. Any negative type feelings."I sigh and nod. "Okay. Safe word?"He grinned then, showing off his p
"No," James said quietly. He was looking at the table but he shook his head. He looked up at Liam and shook his head again. "No. I don't know what games you're trying to play here, but that's not happening.""James." Sarah chided. "Why are you being rude?"I lifted my chin and continued to stare at him. I knew it would be a hard lunch, but hearing him deny me at his wedding kind of hurt. Like I was the one who was the bad guy here.""Sarah said I could bring anyone. I didn't think this would be a problem." Liam retorted, seeming relaxed. He laid his arm across the back of the booth and I felt the heat of it behind my neck. "It's not," Sarah said quickly, giving me a reassuring smile. "Really, you're welcome to come. Actually, it makes me so happy that you're supportive, just like Liam."I smiled at her then. Yeah. Supportive. I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate it, but if he doesn't want me to come, then
After lunch, he took me back to my hotel room so I could unwind and relax before I'd have to go back to his apartment. He left me for the afternoon, needing to run some errands.Which was more than fine for me. I was still reeling from seeing James and the looks on his face and the way he had said 'no' about me going to his wedding. And his eyes. And how I couldn't even look at him without my heart hurting. And Sarah. How average she looked, but sweet. But something about her just didn't feel right and maybe I was biased because she had taken him from under me, but I just didn't like her.I laid down in bed and I did sleep for a few hours, thankfully. When I woke up, I showered and put my hair up in a bun then put on a pair of shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. When Liam knocked on my hotel door at six thirty, I felt my nerves flare.My stomach kicked up butterflies at the prospect of actually talking everything out and I didn't know now how this e
My heart stopped and even Liam sat up and looked at both of them. Sarah's face turned pink and I felt those stupid tears burn in the corners of my eyes."Wait, back the f*ck up.." Liam was glaring at them and Sarah looked down at her hands. "You slept with him before we broke up?""It was the night of that Christmas party. You left in the middle of it without telling me anything and we were drunk and...It just happened.""Sex doesn't just happen, Sarah. Sticking your d*ck inside of someone doesn't just happen."Both James and Sarah's faces were pink and I clenched my fists. He cheated. "You left! You didn't even say a word! You were so busy that you just left!""So that gives you every right to go and f*ck someone else? I apologized for that! You made me feel like sh*t over it up until the day you broke up with me."Sarah began crying and I bit my lip to keep from laughing at how ridiculous all of this was. I was surpri
No one spoke after we finished eating. James and Sarah packed up and left and Liam and I were both too tired to talk it out, so he took me back to the hotel.The next morning I awoke to a light knock on my door. I opened the door to Liam carrying two coffees and a box of donuts.My hair was crazy and I was only in my nightgown. Today, Liam was wearing a set of glasses, a regular t-shirt with a band name on it, and khaki shorts. "Morning." He moved past me into my room and I shut the door and rubbed my eyes."Good morning," I grumbled back and moved back to my bed. I climbed back in and laid down. "Sit up. Coffee. I didn't know how you like it, so I have creamer and sugar in here too." I sat up like he asked and took my coffee from him. I wasn't a big fan of it, but I wouldn't tell him that. He was nice and brought it.I sugared mine up and tossed a sh*t ton of creamer in it and sipped on it and watched him."
When we're out shopping, he doesn't act irritated or bored. He smiles and talks and points out different dresses and shakes his head at a few choices I try on. I settle, in the end, for a black wrap dress that hits right above my knees and accentuates my chest. I pick out a pair of heels to go with it and when we're done, we go out to lunch.We sit in the same Italian restaurant as the day before, but this time by ourselves and he grins as he peruses the menu."You're happy.""Hell yeah, I am. You know how good the breadsticks are here?""No. I didn't get to eat before I got pissed yesterday."He nodded. "I remember. They're good. So are you satisfied with how yesterday went?""No. I...I felt like we couldn't talk because of Sarah being there. It kind of sounded like they talked over everything and it's kind of bullsh*t."He nodded. "I felt that too. Maybe not the part about her cheating, but everything else fe
After the aquarium, I went back to the hotel and stayed for the rest of the evening. Even when Liam laid on my bed and practically begged me to come, I refused. I had enough of James and Sarah until the wedding, so after he left, I changed into comfy clothes, ordered some food for dinner, and laid in bed and watched movies.I also cyberstalked Liam. I couldn't help myself. After that small kiss, I couldn't stop myself from doing that. Neither of us had commented on it after we gave each other our gifts and I had to admit, I was a bit bummed about it.I wanted to know what it meant to him. I mean, I know he did it for the pictures, but thinking about it now made my heart flutter and the butterflies in my stomach rustle.So I ate some pizza and scrolled through pictures of Liam on his social media pages.I didn't know what to make of him. He was sweet. And I honestly had not seen him even grab his phone for work at all since I'd been here. Just to a
I have found myself to be more relaxed than I have ever been before and it all has to do with Liam. I go to school and because my schedule for work is so different now, I actually have time to study. I have lunches with him almost every day and when I'm off and he comes home, I'm deliriously happy.It feels almost too good to be true, which is the scariest part. I feel like here lately I've been too happy and something sh*tty is about to come around the corner and bite me in the ass. And I wait for it. I may be comfortable, but it doesn't mean that I'm not waiting for my happiness to turn to ashes in my mouth.Until then, I'm enjoying just being with him. When his stuff arrives from Boston I unpack most of it while he's at work after school. I hang up his expensive looking suits and fill the bathroom vanity with all of his toiletries. I'm happy seeing my space being shared by someone I care about. I'm excited and also scared of the future that is coming o
LiamIt's done. Everything to do with my parents and my old life is finished. I'm home. It's exactly how it feels, laying next to a sleeping Kelly, watching her chest rise and fall underneath her sheets.I have an important interview in the morning, but I'm too wired to sleep. I had been at the airport when I had talked to Kelly before she went to work and although I was tired as hell, especially after ravaging my beautiful woman, I couldn't sleep.Seeing her walk into the club in the lacy lingerie had me wired. She was sexy as hell, I knew that, but seeing her in action at work, even before I paid for six dances, there was no denying that she was a goddess. I smile at the memory of her shoving my money back in my hand as soon as we get home. "I didn't dance for you, so you take it back." "I don't care, Kelly. Keep it. It's from your job.""Ew. No. It makes me feel icky if you pay for me to do stuff for you. I like giving it to
Leaving Liam this time was hard. We were so close now, closer than ever to not have to do this anymore. But I ugly cried in the SUV when it was time to say goodbye. I mean, snot and tears and everything. It was bad. And Liam, who was usually so put together and happy go lucky teared up as well."It's okay, Kel. I'll be there soon. I've got some loose ends to tie up, but don't worry. I'll be in Vegas before you know it. I promise."And so I got on my plane alone and went back home. I started getting ready for Liam's arrival as soon as I did. I would go to class and instead of hitting the gym, I started organizing my closet and taking clothes and shoes out to donate. I made drawer space and cleaned out my spare bedroom to give him a special surprise.I ordered some office furniture so that if he wanted to, he could work from home as soon as he found himself something here. Did I tell him about it?No. I was afraid that if I did, he would tell me I was doing too much but I was just excit
Liam and I sat on the floor of his apartment with our gifts in front of us. After our laughing fit in the car, we came inside and neither of us really knew what to say or do.I felt guilty as hell for everything that happened at his parents house. I felt selfish because I didn't want to let him go and I felt responsible for him losing his job and his family. I just...I didn't feel good at all. I mean, I loved that he defended me. It made me feel..I felt loved. I felt like someone really cared for me and it felt like for the first time ever that I was chosen first.But of course, I felt guilty for wanting to be first. I chose my mom over James. Even when she was a raging b*tch, I still chose her. I wanted to choose James, but I didn't. Liam chose me. He chose me. I had no idea why. I mean, yeah, we were together, but...he was losing a lot. He didn't even have a job. He didn't have his parents anymore and it was all my fault. I stared down at my g
We went last-minute Christmas shopping. Despite me being here, his parents still wanted me over for Christmas because Liam flat-out refused to join them if I couldn't go, which made me feel amazing. Not.So even though I bought Lillian a cashmere sweater, I still had to buy it for his dad even though Liam kept telling me I didn't have to. I didn't care if they got me anything or not. I half expected to get sh*t in a box, courtesy of his mother, but it was okay. I would accept it gracefully, just to piss her off.And it wasn't like I was aiming to piss them off. I just wasn't going to give in to their bullsh*t wishes.On Christmas Eve we had dinner with his friends and had a white elephant gift party which was pretty fun. I enjoyed my time there, even though Vivian was there. She avoided talking to either of us the whole time which suited me perfectly. I even drank a little because I was feeling the holiday spirit. I came home with a cute set of Tiffany earrings because these rich peop
When we step off of the elevator I feel almost a permanent blush up my neck and cheeks. I'm not sorry for what we did but Vivian saw and from past experiences, she wasn't very good at keeping her trap shut.I walk into the event center with my arm in Liam's and thank God no one is really paying attention to us. Some people glance at us, but it seems like the drinks have been flowing and people are talking loud and gesturing with their hands. So that's a good sign.I look around and see Vivian sitting at a table with a drink in her hand looking forlorn and I smirk to myself. Serves her right for coming and looking for us. Thoughts have been going on in my head, wondering what she was doing, looking and all I could come up with was that she didn't expect me to be with him.I felt like she thought that maybe she could corner him, thinking I was in the bathroom or some stupid sh*t after what his dad told me. I probably would have been if Liam hadn't noticed I was upset right away. But Lia
LiamI looked around to see if anyone was watching us and took Kelly's hand in mine. Whatever one of my parents told her had her looking like she was going to be sick and I was not going to let that happen. It took me entirely too long to get Kelly to agree to be mine and I wasn't going to lose her so quickly.I took Kelly out of the event center and to the bank of elevators in the main lobby. We hopped into the elevators and I wrapped my arms around her after I clicked on the fortieth floor, where my office was located."You want to tell me what my parents said to you?" I nuzzle her neck, my favorite place to be and she sighs and leans her body back against mine and gives me more of her neck."No. Nothing you didn't prepare me for. It just sucks.""Who was it?""Your dad.""What did he say?"She takes a deep breath and I watch her chest rise and fall. She looks absolutely stunning in her red dress. The mom
I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling nervous. I run a hand down my red, satin dress and smile. My hair is up in an intricate bun that took me an hour to do and I did my makeup as perfectly as I could get it without looking like I over did it. I have smoky eyes and red lips. My dress drops down into a deep v in between my breasts and it hangs down to mid calf with a high slit up to my hip. It's sexy and formal and I hope it says that I don't give a flying f*ck what anyone thinks about me.I put on my matching red stilettos and turn to my side and grin.I walk out into the living room where Liam is waiting for me and watch his eyes dance and darken as I step into the room. He swallows hard and pulls at his bow tie, then runs both hands down his chest. He looks hot as hell in a tuxedo and my mouth goes dry. "Do we have to go?" He asks as he steps closer to me. His cheeks are red and I smile at him. "Yes." I raise my eyebrows at him. "We have to go." He grabs my hips and brings me
The days are passing by slowly. It's almost painful, but there's absolutely nothing to be done. So I go to class, go to the gym, go to work and do it all over again. Liam, since I officially decided to be his girlfriend, has been checking in on me nonstop. It's a complete one eighty from how James would do when he was in school. It didn't matter if he was in a meeting or doing important business man sh*t, Liam would call or text me just because he missed me. We would even just be on the phone while he did paperwork in his office, not speaking, but just being on the line.And every day he would tell me about how many companies he has reached out to. He hadn't told his parents yet because he wanted to make sure he had a job first before he dropped the bomb on them.But he also hinted that his father was getting suspicious. I was on the line with him one day when his dad walked into his office. I knew it was his father because he greeted him as such. I muted