All Chapters of A Loving Wife At Your Service : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I bit back a moan as I chewed slowly on my meal. I guessed right, the chicken cordon bleu tasted fringing great. Our orders arrived a few minutes earlier and it's been la la wonderland. And not to forget the excellent wine. Just staring at the bottle makes my stomach dance with joy. I reach the bottle but Liam beats me to it picking up the bottle. I look up at him with my brows arched in question. "You shouldn't drink much" he explains pouring the wine into my glass himself. I watch like a hawk as he fills my glass and a muscle jumps in my jaw when Liam stops with my glass half way filled. "What's this?" I snarl. He smirks, setting down the bottle gently. "Wine, what, is it wrong that I choose to do the serving?" I scrunch my nose narrowing my gaze at him. "Whatever" not like I can't reach for it next time. The next time never arrives as every time I reach for the bottle Liam would always beat me to it. It was like he predicted my move even before I made it. "Stop that" I

I jerk off the bed, blinking to focus. What in the world was that sound? I look beside me and find the space empty with no sign of Liam anywhere in the room. Instead I find something else though, something shocking. The room is in a complete mess, more like in complete havoc. Did I sleep through an earthquake? I glance at the digital wall clock hung up on the wall and see it is still very early. Early as in, twelve in the morning. Then that means the crashing sounds from earlier wasn't a dream? Pillows scattered everywhere. Broken glasses everywhere. The night table flanking the bed was in complete disorder. Even the pretty flower vases were smashed everywhere. Clothes scattered everywhere. And portraits smashed to the ground. It looks like a vicious tornado had ripped through the room and left all the possessions in a complete mess. And the possibility of a volcano is a zero and that leaves only one other possibility, Liam. “Liam” I called in panic, my eyes trained on the two oth

I moan shifting closer to him desperate to feel him again. He leans forward but pauses taunting me with his breath against my aching middle. I groan in frustration losing the patience I don't have. If I wasn't sitting down my legs would have collapsed from under me as I swoon in ecstasy. If he doesn't make a move now I'm going to scream and shove his face there myself, I think to myself staring down at Liam through a partly open eye. "So impatient" he whispers in a husk voice, his breath fanning me. I nod in agreement, "Is that necessarily a bad thing?" I say breathless. "I'm not complaining," he chuckles. I feel myself frowning as I snap at him, "Well then hurry up" He does just that. His fingers trailing up my thigh hitching the shirt up. My eyes drifted close awaiting the pleasure to come when all of the sudden an image of Liam with puffy eyes and the flash of pain his eyes held drifted into my head and chills broke down my spine. The image slams into me, making me flinc

"Yes that way" the photographer says with a satisfied grin, his eyes glittering with content. "Tilt your head back a bit…" he says hovering around me with his camera pointed directly at me, the flashes from the camera hurting my eyes. I do just what I'm told, pushing my head back revealing my neck. I try not to look at anyone as I do so, it will only make me feel more terrible. After overhearing the conversation at the dressing room my mood has been a drag ever since, I don't think I can fake anything. "Yes more. Give me more. You are a natural" he tells me. But I don't smile. I don't feel happy either. Was he paid to say this? Or is he saying all this to not get on my bad side? I eye the dark haired sturdy photographer and my jaw set. He must also think I'm not good enough. That the others are way better than me and being all lovey because he wouldn't want to upset his boss. "Focus beauty" the photographer scolds lightly, his eyes free from any judgment but it did nothing to m

I yawn loudly and finally after minutes of procrastination. I get out of bed first making my way to the bathroom with partly opened eyes. Geez I almost forgot the dinner with Evans. I grumble, dragging my feet sluggishly to the bathroom. All that I need to do is a quick brush up, dress up, get to dinner and come back to bed. I slapsh water on my face, jolting my brain out if its slumber. I stare at my reflection andi flinch in surprise. I shake my head, "Who would believe you are the face of inner you" I scrunch my face, taking in the view of my messy and my huge puff eyes. Did I cry in my sleep? My brows burrow into a frown but I shrug it off, "You look like a monster" I laugh at myself and choice of words but then I add, "A beautiful one though and you drive them all mad" I bat my lashes at my reflection then burst into another round of laughter. Yap I'm awake now. I begin to wash my face properly with the mild vanila scenting soap getting rid of the make up. This is what