Both Will and Jason nod, and I follow Alyssa. She is walking as fast as she can with her heels, but I catch up to her and pull her arm as I turn her to my direction.
“Why are you here, and what do you want from me?” she hisses and pulls away from me.
“Alyssa, I am so sorry about your grandmother and…”
“I don’t need your pity.” She crosses her arms over her chest. As much as I am forcing myself to not think about how hot she looks even at her worst, makeup smudged all over her face, it makes me think of the times we had sex, and oh my…
Focus!
“I know I fucked up, okay?” I pause as our eyes get locked to each other. “I did shit I should have never done, I put my hands on you, I hurt you, and believe me, I didn’t mean to.”
My voice bring tears to her eyes once again, and I just hate this shit, I hate seeing her like this.
“You are mean to me. I hate you.” Her voice is shaky as she throws herself in my arms. Despite the amount of hatred she must have toward me, she just needs compassion, which I suck at, but as I hold her tight in my arms while tears continue to seep down her cheeks, I find myself needing her hugs just as much as she needed mine.
“I know, it’s okay, Alyssa, let it all out.” I brush my fingers down her soft hair.
She pulls herself away from my arms and starts wiping her tears away with her fingers. I reach to my handkerchief and hand it over to her. She takes it and forces a smile.
“I have twenty thousand dollars saved up, I was saving it for her surgery, you can have it, I will pay you back for the rest, I will work for free if you want.”
She gives me that look, the innocent one, the one that made me get hooked on her since the first moment that I saw her. And I find myself pulling her toward me with one arm, a fire inside me burns as I kiss her slowly and passionately. She doesn’t fight back, she kisses me like she needs it just as much as I do. I feel a warm glow everywhere in my body, and all the self-control I have been exerting ever since I laid my eyes on her is gone with the wind, just by a simple, passionate kiss. I flatten my hands against her back, and all I can think of is how much I wish for this kiss to be endless.
She pulls away from my arms, wide-eyed, and places her fingers on her fine lips.
“You just paid it all.” I hold my hand out. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Without saying a word, she places her small hand in mine and we walk back to the waiting area. She takes a seat next to Jason.
“So what surgery is she having, and what happened exactly?”
Jason lifts up his head.
“She was in the kitchen with one of her friends, Mrs. Charles, a good neighbor and an old friend, when she randomly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.”
Alyssa starts crying and holds her head in her hands. Jason starts patting her shoulder once again. Him touching her is making my blood boil a little but I try my best to ignore it.
“And how did you know about it?”
“Mrs. Charles called for the ambulance and also called Alyssa, who wasn’t answering, so she reached out to me and I decided to get a hold of Alyssa through calling the company.”
“Good job on that, what surgery is she having?”
“A coronary artery bypass surgery.” Alyssa lifts up her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Ms. Thomson?” a voice comes from behind me that catches all of our attentions. Alyssa gets up and brushes past me. I turn around, a woman in her mid-thirties with a warm smile on her face approaches us.
“Yes, doctor, it is me, how is she? Can I see her?” she asks in a high-pitched voice.
“She is alright, let’s say we saved her at the right moment. You are welcome to go in and see her when she wakes up.”
“When is that going to happen?”
“As soon as she wakes up from anesthesia, a nurse will let you know.” She smiles and walks away right after Alyssa thanks her for saving her grandmother’s life.
She turns to face me and throws herself once again into my arms.
“Thank you, Liam, for everything.” She pulls away and hugs Jason too.
“Alyssa, can I talk to you for a minute?” I say and motion for her to follow me. With her arms crossed over her chest, she follows me to an empty corner.
“Is everything okay, Liam.” Her voice is soft.
“Yes, everything’s okay.” I move my hand near her face and brush the stand of her hair back behind her ear.
“Would you do me a favor?”
“Of course, what is it?”
“Whenever you need to leave the hospital, come over and sleep at my place. They are probably going to keep your grandmother here for a while.”
Her eyes narrow.
“Why do I need to do that? Why can’t I just go to my own house?”
“Just trust me and do as I say, please.”
“Explain to me then,” she says with a gruff voice.
I sigh at her stubbornness. “I will but, not right now.”
She looks down at her shoes and then lifts her head up, glances at me through her eyelashes, light flickering in her eyes.
“I prefer to stay with Jason.” Her voice is low, almost a whisper.
Her words turn my stomach. My heart pounding at the thought of her being in another man’s house other than mine.
“How long have you known Jason for?” I raise a brow.
“For the longest time ever, why?”
“Does he have a girlfriend?” I ask firmly.
She narrows her eyes and she gives me a half-smile, a chuckle escapes her lips.
“What’s so funny?”
“Are you jealous, Mr. Adams?”
I clear my throat; a sudden laughter erupts from it. “Jealous? No, Ms. Thompson, I don’t know what jealousy is. I am just trying to get to know him, that’s all.” I look away, trying to hide the annoyance that shows itself on my face.
She grabs my chin and turns my face towards her. She tip-toes while leaning forward, our lips almost touching.
“Jason is gay, Mr. Adams.” She pauses. “Have a goodnight.” She kisses my cheek, making my flesh tingle and my heart light. Just before I allow my lips to take over hers, she walks away. Even though all I want to do is be inside her at the moment, I sigh in relief at Jason being a best friend only. A sly smile forms my lips as I tell myself that I’ve got nothing to worry about.
CHAPTER 12
Alyssa
The sound of the coffee machine awakens me. I blink through the strong sunlight coming out of the window and place my hand on my forehead as I sit up. The couch is definitely comfortable, but I miss my actual bed so much. I lift my phone off the coffee table and take a glance at the time. 10:30 a.m. I slept way too long.
“Morning, sunshine,” says Jason while walking toward me and handing me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, and good morning.” I take a sip off my cup.
“You were passed out at 9:00 p.m. yesterday, you were that tired, and your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, by the way.” He places his coffee mug on the coffee table and lifts the remote control off the table and starts browsing through the TV channels.
“Yeah, it’s Liam, five missed calls and four text messages,” I say while looking at my phone.
“Wow, Mr, Fancy Pants is missing you.”
I can’t deny that I missed him so much too, I have spent the last three days in the hospital with my grandmother, until she was the one who forced me to leave and go get some good sleep. And Liam has been so busy that he couldn’t come by and pay a visit, but he has been communicating with me through the phone and text messages and always making sure I was feeling okay.
“Are you guys like together or something?” Jason narrows his eyes.
“No, of course not.”
“You guys are still banging?”
“Well, we haven’t ever since this whole thing with my grandmother but yeah, we did it more than once, that’s for sure.” I wince inwardly.
“Well, you definitely looked like a couple when we were in the hospital.” He smirks. “And damn, Liam is hot stuff, girl.”
I smile while I replay what happened in the hospital in my head, the kiss, the hugs, everything was so perfect, I needed him the most when I figured out the news about my grandma. And after our horrific conversation in his house, I didn’t think I was ever going to see him again, yet he showed up, he came and stayed by my side.
“Alyssa, there is nothing called you and I.” His words come flooding back to my memory, and it makes my smile tighten.
“Anyway, I have to run to work. You have the keys so just make yourself at home.” He kisses my forehead and heads toward the door. I call after him.
“Jason.”
He turns to face me.
“You are my hero, thank you for everything.”
He smiles, leaves, and locks the door behind him.
I take a quick shower before heading out and getting in the car with Luke, who drives me to the hospital. He drops me off, and I decide to call Liam before I see my grandmother. He picks up on the first ring.
“Why aren’t you answering me?” he bites off.
“Well good morning to you too, Mr. Adams.”
“I sent you so many texts last night. I was worried.” His voice softens.
“I fell asleep earlier than usual because I was too tired.”
“What are your plans after you visit your grandmother?”
Of course, he knows I am in the hospital. In fact, I have been on his watch for the past couple of days and I have no idea why.
“I don’t know, no plans so far.”
“Come over and have dinner with me then, spend the day with me,” he instructs.
“Liam… We don’t have to do this.”
“As soon as you’re done, Luke will bring you straight to my house, I will be waiting.”
He hangs up the phone, completely ignoring my last sentence, that’s just who he is, it is all part of his sassy and cocky personality, which I happen to love.
I head upstairs and find Mrs. Charles chatting with my grandmother over some tea and biscuits. I spend two hours with them, gossiping about the whole neighborhood and discussing Grey’s Anatomy before I excuse myself and take the elevator downstairs.
I find Luke waiting for me, I get in the car, and we drive over to Liam’s while chatting about his wife and his kids.
I walk into the foyer and find Will waiting for me.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Thomson.” His voice is appealing, and I can tell that he is hiding a tremendous amount of seductive abs underneath that dress shirt he is wearing. This man is gorgeous, but nothing compares to Liam.
“Good afternoon, Will,” I say with a smile.
“Mr. Adams is busy at the moment, so I will lead you up to your room where you will find a series of clothes and shoes. He should be done in an hour or so, just make yourself comfortable.”
My room?
He leads me up the stairs where I enter a beautiful guest room. The walls are painted in light gray with a king bed taking half the space of the room. There was also a spacious bathroom inside it.
“If you need anything, dial four, and I will be here.” He points at the landline sitting on the bedside table.
I nod and lock the door as soon as he leaves. I throw myself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My eyes blink while I ask myself what the hell I’m doing in his home after he had told me that we are never going to happen. Which basically meant that I needed to take my stupid emotions somewhere and bury them alive. Men like Liam are cold-hearted bastards. Yes, he has been acting a little too sweet to me for the past couple of days and he was also kind enough to pay for my grandmother's surgery but it is all out of pity for choking me and demolishing my soul. It is time for me to face it, our relationship will never be anything more than sex, and even though I know that every time I fuck him a piece of my heart falls dead away at my feet, my body still aches for his touch and it refuses to break it all off.
I take a quick bath and wrap myself up in a towel while I head over to the dressing room. I go through the designer clothes that are hung and organized very well. Some dresses are the “fuck me” kind of dresses that a prostitute would wear while on the job, and others are for classy events. Did he buy all of this for me?
I open the first drawer of a pitch-black dresser sitting in the dressing room and find lots of slinky lingerie. I put on a burgundy set and throw on the silky robe that goes with it. I pick up the phone and dial four, but then I realize that the phone is not even working.
Crap!
I open the bedroom door and glance out, making sure nobody’s loitering in the hallway. I pad along the corridor, going from one room to another, examining the art and the beautiful decorations everywhere until I land in a room with an amazing view, a glass window filling it through which you can see the huge backyard and the beautiful sun that shines through it. There is a sofa, a TV, and a bookshelf in this room; a room for leisure or relaxation I would call it.
“Like the view?”
I jump and spin around to find Liam leaning against the door, dressed in a navy suit, hands in his pockets.
“You scared me.” I hold a hand to my chest.
“You should be scared.” He starts walking slowly toward me, eyeing me up and down. “Walking in a house full of men dressed like that.” He points a finger to my chest.
“I am sorry, I took a quick peek at the hallway and found no one. The phone in my room is not working, I was going to ask if I could have a sandwich or something, I don’t know if I am allowed to go to the kitchen.” His eyes don’t leave my body. “And yes I like the view in this room.”
“The only view I am mesmerized by at the moment is standing right in front of me.” I blush and look down. He lifts my chin up.
“You can do whatever you want while you’re here, Alyssa, except for roaming around in a robe. I wouldn’t want any of my men staring at you.” I nod and draw a genuine smile on my face. “You can dress like that in my bedroom, even though I’d much rather have you all naked.”
My cheeks turn pink, and he smirks, like he enjoyed watching me melt as desire percolated between us.
“Now let’s go get you some food.” He holds out a hand, and I slide my fingers in his palm. He leads me to my room first. We both get in and he seats himself on the bed.
“Change first,” he orders.
I enter the dressing room, and his eyes don’t leave me. I pick a random, brown dress, not slutty but definitely seductive. I turn to look at him, and all he does is nod his approval, which means I can wear this one. I hesitate while placing my hand on the robe. I glance at him.
Even though he has seen me naked so many times before, I am somehow very nervous to get naked and change in front of him.
“What’s up?”
“Do I change here, like in front of you?”
“And why not?” He smirks. “You keep looking at me like that, Alyssa, and you’ll find yourself naked on this bed with my dick inside of you.”
“Oh I was just...umm, okay.”
I let the robe slip off my shoulders. His eyes widen as my body is exposed to him. I put the dress on and struggle to zip it up by myself. I turn to face him and he motions me to come over to him.
He gets up as I turn my back to him and I sweep my hair to one side. He zips up my dress slowly as he leans down and blows kisses down my neck. He grabs my waist and pulls me toward him, heat pooling in me as his shaft stands as hard as a rock against my back.
“The things I would do to you right now, Ms. Thomson, will make you scream of pain. I suggest we leave this room as soon as possible,” he whispers in my ear and without looking back at him, I start walking as fast as I can and let myself out of the room.
We take the stairs down with his hand placed at the bottom of my back and head toward the kitchen.
As soon as we get to the kitchen, he leans against the wall and glances at me.
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nbsp; “Help yourself.” His tone is firm.
“Thank you,” I say before opening the fridge and getting orange juice out. His eyes are glued to me as he watches me step on my toes and struggle to get bread and jam off the top counter. I look around, trying to find a chair so I can climb up because being short sucks. I have always struggled with my height, and as a kid, I used to dream of being a tall girl and I remember crying to my grandmother so much about it.
He walks toward me and without saying anything, he picks up the stuff off the shelf and hands them over to me.
“Thank you.” I look at him through my lashes and then down to his cock, which to my surprise, is still as hard as a rock. I turn around quickly and start making strawberry jam toast.
“So all those clothes in the room are mine?” I ask without looking at him.
“Everything in this house is yours.” His voice is flat.
“Do you want me to make you some?” I ask, ignoring his previous comment because as far as I am concerned, our conversations only tend to become more and more sexual. I am convinced I need a change of panties already.
“Jam is not my thing, and I am not hungry.”
“Mr. Adams.” Will peeks his head through the door and I couldn’t be more grateful to him for breaking the tension that’s filling the air between Liam and me.
“Sorry to bother you, sir, but you need to come and see this.” His expression is frivolous.
Liam leans toward me and whispers, “This is why I didn’t want you roaming around in lingerie.”
“Coming.” He turns his attention to Will, who nods and disappears.
“I’ll be back, enjoy your toast,” he says before leaving the kitchen. I sigh in relief that I am finally alone without the endless tension that happens to take shape every time we are alone together.
I finish eating and head out of the kitchen. I walk past the living room, which again, brings back good and bad memories, the good memories are linked to the time he took my virginity away and the bad times are when he choked me while telling me that he and I are never going to be a thing. How can this man choke me, insult me, and yet I am here again, in his house, wearing the clothes he bought for me… I don’t understand myself anymore.
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