I could lose my heart tonight if you don’t turn and walk away ’Cause the way I feel I might lose control and let you stay ’Cause I could take you in my arms And never let go —I Could Fall In Love, Selena Dress shopping was awkward.
Kayleen looked uncomfortable the entire time and I was smiling effortlessly—even though I had strangled Kate about five times mentally. I seriously wondered how Kate and I had ever even been best friends. I mean, seriously, she was a b—h. She was snooty and snobby. She was the literal definition of the word ‘bitchy.’
We had finally found her perfect dress. Made of swirling white fabric and a beautiful lace bodice. It reminded me of my dress. The dress I had worn when my heart was shattered for the first time. We were now in Red Robin, Kayleen sitting beside me in a booth and Kate sitting across from us. After we ordered, Kate turned and looked at me.
“So, Vonnie, dating a successful billionaire. I gotta say, congratulations.” She smiled. “I mean who knew you could end up with Liam Hawke. And to be with him for over a year behind Simon’s back.” She cocked her head to the side. “There are sides to you I never even knew.” I looked at her.
As a woman, I knew when other women were being bitchy. I mean, women have b—h-radar. But Kate had a different style of bitchy. She’d cover up her bitchiness with sugar-coated sweetness, so that anyone around would think she was the sweetest girl on planet Earth. And the way she emphasized how shocked she was a black woman like me could snag a handsome, rich, successful white man like Liam was downright insulting. And once, that would’ve gotten to me. But not anymore.
After being hunted by a killer assassin, going into the forest with him and having Liam’s crazed assistant trailing my ass, Kate couldn’t even phase me. I smiled and said,
“Well, thank you, but I really don’t need your congratulations. Besides like I said before, Simon was busy with you. And I was depressed for a while until Liam came along.”
“That’s great, Vonnie,” she smiled innocently and I knew she was about to go in for the kill. “But how do you keep a Playboy like Liam interested in you? ” I knew I was probably gonna regret asking but I asked anyway.
“What do you mean Kate?”
“Well if I know you—and I do — I’m sure you’re too prude to let him have sex with you. I mean you and Simon dated for years and you didn’t have sex with him. Which is obviously why he got bored with you and came to me.” Before I could launch myself across the table and claw her eyes out, our waiter came and sat our food down in front of us. I took that time to calm down and calculate a cunning response. If I let her see she was getting to me, it would only please her. And I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me angry. After our waiter was gone, I looked at her and smiled blissfully. Kayleen shifted awkwardly in her seat.
“Actually, Kate, when I met Liam I immediately knew that he was going to be the one. And after a side by side comparison between him and Simon, Simon doesn’t even come close. And one night when Simon had to “work late” again for the third time that week, I went over to Liam’s and he made love to me.” I smiled blissfully, as if I were remembering that day. “And let me just say, I’m so glad I waited. I did not want Simon to have my virginity. But Liam…he knows exactly what I want.” I smiled right at her.She was angry. So angry her cheeks were flushed pink.
“Well good for you, then,” she snapped, frowning at her burger. I grinned. Everything was going along wonderfully.
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When I got back to the Hawke residence, Liam was waiting outside. He was wrapped up in his favorite black Versace coat and the matching black Versace scarf. It was strange how I knew these things were his favorite. It was almost like were really together. I shook that thought off as I walked toward him, smiling like my heart wasn’t bruising my chest with every labored beat.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest for warmth. I missed summer.
“Well, I have the rest of the day off. And I figured, what better to do with my day off than spend it with you.” He smiled angelically. I was shocked and I just gasped at him, surprised. He grinned, then he took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck. And suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore. He held out his arm and I took it. He led me to a white carriage, pulled by four white horses who stood proudly. A man wearing a top hat and a suit that reminded me of something from the 1840’s grinned at me warmly. I looked at Liam in shock.
“What is all this?” I asked him.
“Last night, before we went to sleep I asked you what was something you always wanted to do. And you said you always wanted a carriage ride. And so I got this for you.” I was shocked yet again. I remember telling him last night before I drifted off into sleep, but I didn’t think he would actually do something like this for me. It was sweet.
“I didn’t think you were actually paying attention.” I giggled.
“I pay attention to everything you say.” He said softly. I looked at him closely. He was swallowing hard and his cheeks were pink. Was Liam Hawke—the biggest ladies man on the planet— actually blushing? “Okay, let’s get you on the carriage, then,” Liam said quickly, looking awkward. The man dressed in the old clothing held out his hand and helped me up. I sat down and Liam followed. Very clumsily. He fell down in the seat beside me, then cursed silently. I giggled again. I’d never seen him this clumsy or this…human before. It was actually endearing. Liam sat close by me and spread a thick, warm blanket across our laps. The man looked at us and smiled.
“Cozy?” he asked. I nodded and smiled back. As we rode by all the mansions—some which were already decorated for Christmas — Liam’s hand found mine. His hand was big and warm and it sent butterflies swarming in my stomach. We were silent the entire ride. I enjoyed the scenery. After the ride, the guy turned around and smiled at us.
“Hope you lovebirds enjoyed the ride.” Liam nodded.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
After we were off the carriage and walking away I heard the man murmur,
“True love, it gets me every time.” It was dark as we walked to the front door. I pondered the man’s murmur. Did it really look like Liam and I were in love? Maybe Liam was too good an actor. I mean we were just pretending. Weren’t we? I mean, it’s true that my heart reacted wildly whenever he smiled or touched me, but what girl’s heart wouldn’t overreact?
Liam was all different kinds of handsome. If you looked up the definition of sexy, Liam’s picture would pop up. So just because my heart raced whenever he was near didn’t mean I wanted to be with him. Did it?
“Did you enjoy it?” Liam asked suddenly, looking at me.
“Huh?” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts.
“The carriage ride, did you enjoy it?” He chuckled.
“Oh, yeah.” I grinned at him. “It was very nice of you to do that for me. Thank you.” His cheeks turned pink again. He said nothing as he opened the door and we stepped inside. We began walking to the room we now shared before Liam stopped me by catching my wrist. I looked at him and saw he looked oddly nervous.
“Um…I wondered if we could stay in my room tonight.” His voice had a veiled shyness to it. I was shocked. From all the stories I’d heard about Liam, he never allowed the women he had flings with into his room. He would take them to another room in the house, but never his room. So for him to ask me to share his room with him…it was major.
I nodded and Liam looked relieved. He led me all the way past all the rooms and up three flights of stairs. We ended up at a room with big wooden double doors which was located in a different wing from all the other rooms. He pushed open the giant doors and revealed a room way larger than the one I was staying in. It was pretty much a house. I gaped at the room as Liam closed the door behind us.
“Your room is huge,” I gasped. Liam chuckled and I jumped a little in surprise. I hadn’t expected for him to be so close. I took off the scarf he had given me and handed it to him. Then I took off my jacket and slung it across the back of the comfy chair sitting in his room.
“I’m just gonna take a shower,” I said to him, inching out of the room. I walked to the room I stayed in before and grabbed a few necessities before I went to take my shower.
After my shower, I opened the door to Liam’s room and slipped inside. The room was dark except for the window which was open. The window stretched from one corner of the wall all the way to the other corner of the wall. The city lights were visible and just beyond that was a balcony. Climbing all those d–n stairs was worth this view. Liam was standing there, staring out the window.
Little droplets of water were falling from his blonde hair. He turned and smiled at me, running a hand through his wet hair. He looked at my legs—no he stared at them. I then realized how short my shorts were. But the way he was looking at me sent my pulse slamming against my chest and jackhammering against my neck. I swallowed, but played it cool, walking to stand beside him and looking out the window.
“You have the best view in town,” I said softly, gazing at the gorgeous scenery before me.
“Yeah, I do,” he responded, looking right at me. His gaze was so intense. I swallowed again, trying hard to ignore the warmth building in my stomach.
“You know, I’ve heard Liam Hawke doesn’t allow women into his room,” I began, changing the subject.
“No, I usually don’t,” he answered.
“So what made you decide to invite me in here?” He was quiet for a moment as he pondered my question.
“You’re not…like the other women,” he said slowly. “The other women I’ve been with I just used them. They held no true appeal to me. But you… ” He chuckled softly, shaking his head while my heart throbbed. “You’re so d–n feisty and aggravating. And you won’t let me have sex with you which obviously makes me want you more. I mean, I only kissed you once, but that one time was enough for me to know I wanted more.” I felt like my body was on fire and Liam Hawke was the cause of it. “You know I tried to deny it for a long time. But the simple fact is,”—he took in a big gust of air before letting it go slowly—“I like you, Yvonne. I like you a lot. And I don’t want what we have to be fake anymore. I want it to be real.” He came closer, resting his hand on my arm and using his thumb to trace patterns there. “I want,” he whispered as his lips got closer. “I want to be with you. Just tell me you want that too.”
Did I really want that? I mean was I ready to trust a man again? Could I? But instead of telling him that I whispered what I truly wanted.
“Yes, I want that, too” I whispered. His lips quickly crashed down on mine. They moved against mine urgently and I could tell he had wanted to do this for a long time. My heart was beating in a jagged rhythm and when I placed my hand on his chest, I felt that his heart was pounding just like mine. When his lips released mine, he placed his forehead against mine.
“Finally,” he whispered.