So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  She looks nonplussed, to her credit, and the sweet smile is still on her face.

  "I didn't say it was her on the phone." She sends me an arched eyebrow, then continues, "He has been looking for you, Anna."

  I knew he would look, but I didn't know he would find me this fast.

  “He is my boss and he thinks I am a saboteur and that is why he is here looking for me. I don't want to go to jail for something I didn't do."

  Her head is already shaking before I am done talking.

  "Look, he explained it all to me already,” she tells me. “I know you wanted your privacy so I didn’t ask nosy questions but he told me the whole story so that I would get you to talk to him. He knows you had nothing to do with it. Some guy named Tim hacked your computer to get into it for his own benefit and also to make it look like you were selling company secrets. Liam just wants to talk to you."

  Did she just call him Liam like they are best friends from high school?

  Wait, Tim set me up?

  "Have you been talking to him?"

  The traitor has the nerve to smile.

  “I have. At first, I wanted to know what was going on, but when he explained that it was just a misunderstanding, we started getting along." When I keep looking at her like she has sprouted a second head she adds, "He is a nice guy and you are a snoop.”

  WHAT?!!!

  "Liam said I was a snoop?”

  "No, but you picked up his phone without his permission. How are you not a snoop?"

  The phone starts ringing again and we both stand there looking at it. Terry's eyes are asking me if I am going to pick the phone up, but I don't know if I can find the strength to talk to him now that I am not going to jail. I feel like an idiot. A relieved idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

  Voicemail picks it up almost immediately.

  "You feel hurt and I get that. But considering I fucked you on every surface in my house without any kind of protection, do you really think it is wise to just toss our relationship away as if it never existed?”

  Oh no.

  Terry is looking at me like I am a very interesting scientific experiment now and my brain is zeroing on the fact that he is right. We didn't have any talk about pills or diseases when we started sleeping together.

  It just kind of happened and now I might be pregnant by my boss. My cheeks flame red before Terry's laughter pierces the air.

  "Damn, Anna. You have been busy, haven't you?”

  Luckily, Terry and Robb have been trying to conceive so she lends me one of her kits so that I can check. Six o’clock finds me calling Liam on Skype and checking my emails on Terry's phone as I wait for him to answer.

  There are more than fifty emails from Liam alone, along with a few others from Ava and from my mother. He answers just as I am about to give up and my lady parts clench hard.

  It doesn't matter how pissed I am. Liam shirtless is always enough to make my thoughts scatter.

  As he sits down, though, I can't help noticing the changes in him. There are sleep circles around his eyes, making him look tired, and what appears to be the beginning of a beard on his jaw and chin.

  He had shaved diligently when I was at his house, but I guess not since then. His hair is missed up so badly that it is standing in all directions on his head.

  My heart clenches for him and I feel the venom in me drain away.

  "I am not pregnant."

  I hold up the pregnancy kit in a Ziplock bag to the screen to show him the single line. The smile he gives me is small though and it doesn't reach his eyes. He rubs the palm of his hand over his face, looking so impossibly tired.

  "I can see that, Anna."

  There is a stretch of silence before he talks again. His voice is flat and so unlike the Liam I am used to. This Liam looks unsure and lost and my heart is bleeding for him.

  "Why did you run?"

  Isn't it obvious?

  “I didn't want to go to jail."

  "Why didn't you come to me? You chose to run away from me instead."

  "Would you have believed me if I told you I hadn't done anything wrong?”

  There is no hesitation when he answers, "Yes. I would have believed you.”

  When I don't say anything to that, he goes on, "We were a team, Anna, and I thought we maybe had built a bit of trust between us. The shock was on me when you ran instead of trying to tell me what happened so that we could solve this.”

  Liam looks so hurt and heartbreakingly lost that I just want to hold him and take away his pain. In that moment, I realize he never hid things from me. All of the phone calls he took were in front of me, he never hid any documents, and he left me in the office alone sometimes with his computer turned on.

  He must just have never gotten around to mentioning the security breach. Or maybe he wasn’t allowed to due to agreements with the board of directors.

  How could I have been so stupid?

  A man like Liam doesn’t trust quickly because of how quickly it can be turned against him. But while he didn’t tell me about the investigation, he never once showed me mistrust, while I seem to have shown him all the mistrust in the world.

  “I am sorry, Liam,” I tell him, my head hanging low. “I got paranoid and thought you were investigating me without telling me. I know how stupid that is to have thought, now.”

  His head is shaking before I even finish.

  “It isn’t your apology I want right now, Anna. What I want is you here so that we can figure things out.”

  He comes closer to the screen and I can see clearly how torturous this is for him.

  “Please come home to me.”

  A tear I had no idea I was holding falls down my cheek.

  “I will be there tomorrow.”

  Before I can end the call and analyze what I am feeling, though, he mutters in a lonely voice, “I love you, Anna Mallon.”

  He loves me?

  He loves me.

  “I love you, too, Liam Thorne.”

  And I mean every word of it.

  I go to sleep feeling giddy inside and I dream of all the future possibilities with a brown eyed man I absolutely love.

  Chapter Ten – Liam

  She looks like a fucking angel as she drifts into the focus of the front door video camera. I press the button opening the front gates and rush to the front door to wait for her. When I do see her walking up the house, I release a breath I had no idea I was holding.

  Last night when we talked, I had every attention of slowly wooing her back with soft words and persuading language. However, I couldn’t stop the hurt from pouring out because how could I hold it in?

  She left me feeling like a fish out of water and I never want to feel that way again. Now that she is here, I have every intention of persuading her to stay.

  When she walks up to me, I offer to take her bag, trying to be a gentleman, but she doesn’t let me. Instead, she lets it drop to the ground, slides her fingers into my hair, and presses her lips to mine. I really want to be gentle with her when I break the kiss, but instead, she tells me words I never thought to hear from her.

  “Take me upstairs and make love to me.”

  I hold her to my chest, crashing my lips against hers hard enough to bruise. She moans into my mouth like it is the best feeling in the world. When I carry her upstairs, she entwines her arms around me and lets me.

  The way she fits me is like she is meant for me. She is my match wit to wit, personality to personality and appetite to appetite. We explore each other for what feels like hours, stripping each other as we go. We kiss each other in a frenzy of lips, tongues and teeth.

  I love it.

  When I finally sink into her, we both sigh with relief. When we start moving against each other, it is at a leisurely pace, as if we had agreed mutually to savour the moment. A moment that is as raw as it is magical. A moment that feels to me like coming home.

  She finally shudders and I feel her cum taking me with her as we both stumble off a very pleasurable
cliff.

  Afterwards, we talk about silly nothings for what feels like forever. I berate her for leaving, and she berates me for being good-looking enough to make her insecure. As if that makes any sense at all, considering that’s she absolutely gorgeous.

  When we finally find the strength, we soak in the large jacuzzi tub in my bathroom, taking every opportunity to touch each other. There are a lot of things I found redundant and unnecessary when I moved into my house and this tub was one of them. Sitting with her between my legs in the giant bathtub though, I could almost kiss the decorator for it now.

  Four o’clock finds us sitting in the dining room with a nice steak, mashed potatoes, and peas with lots of gravy on them, courtesy of the woman seated beside me. She expresses her concern about our new relationship and how we should go about it.

  “Perhaps we should keep things private. We don’t need anyone in the office getting the wrong idea,” she says.

  The very thought makes me angry.

  “We are not hiding the fact that we are in a relationship, Anna. Whoever finds out, let them!”

  She looks perplexed by that as she asks, “Won’t that reflect poorly on you and get your investors on your neck?”

  Aww, she is so cute.

  “First of all, I formed my company and got it to where it is. Nobody would be in a hurry to get rid of me. Secondly, my investors are mostly family, and third, I own fifty per cent of the company.” I sound arrogant, but what the hell? “And if someone bullies you for it, I am not above firing some people.”

  She is laughing up until the moment she realizes I am serious.

  I am not above playing dirty to protect her. That is why I mean every word of what I say to her. She is mine forever, and I’m going to tell the world.

  Epilogue – Anna

  I am nervous as I walk into our new favorite restaurant.

  How do I even start to break the news to him when it could make us or break us?

  The pregnancy test in a plastic bag inside my handbag feels like lead because of how nervous I am.

  Liam kisses my cheek when I get to the table, looking quite like the refined gentleman.

  Nearly a year has gone by since I walked into his house and it has been eleven months since our relationship has begun and I still can’t get over how good-looking Liam is. The quarantine ended and the virus slowed dramatically thanks to a new vaccine. Hence why we have been allowed to eat at restaurants.

  He pulls back the chair for me and rounds the table to take his own seat.

  As we order, our conversation veers into work as we discuss how the marketing strategy my team and I have come up with will be implemented. I lead the team now, and with Ava there to support me, we have a solid strategy in place.

  Talks like these usually excite me, especially since we never stick to one thing for long. This time though, I more nervous than I should be because of the news I need to break to Liam.

  I have gathered enough wits to tell him, when he beats me to it. Raising his hand, it’s as if suddenly the ambience of the room changes to dark and romantic.

  There is a change in music as soft tunes drift to me slowly. Liam rounds the table to take a knee right beside me, as he pulls my hands into his.

  Oh my. What is he up to now?

  “I have loved you for a year now, Anna, and with time I feel like I love you even more.”

  He is looking straight into my eyes with such intensity in his own.

  “I can’t spend the rest of my life with anyone that is not you, Anna.” He grips my hands tighter, transferring them to one hand and produces a black velvet small box from his jacket’s pocket, popping it open. “Will you marry me, Anna?”

  Will I marry him?

  Of course I will marry him.

  “Yes. I will. Also, I’m pregnant.”

  I find myself blurting this out and a dozen eyes look my way. I regret almost instantly saying that.

  Liam looks at me glancing around the restaurant, as if he’s amused with me.

  “I thought as much. Now, just to be sure, will you marry me?”

  I say yes again, and add “of course,” this time, and I really mean every word of it. I even mean every word of it when I tell him I love him. He gathers me in his arms, swinging me around and making me feel like the luckiest woman in the universe.

  Later, in his huge bed, he goes down on me, sucking on my clit and fingering my pussy hole until I cum. Then we change positions and I take his big cock in my mouth, remembering the first time I saw it on the screen.

  I was so innocent back then, and so shocked. Now, nothing we do to each other could surprise me, and that’s just the way I like it. I stroke his shaft while I suck on the head of his cock, coyly looking up at my fiancé.

  “Oh, my God, Anna, that feels so good,” he says. “But I need to fuck you. I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I tell him, obediently straddling him and settling down onto his dick.

  It feels so raw and good in my pussy that I never want to get off of it.

  He slaps my ass cheeks a bit and says, “That’s my good girl. That’s why I’m marrying you.”

  “Because of this?” I ask, writhing around on his cock.

  My pussy juices are dripping out all over him.

  “Exactly.”

  He thrusts in and out of me, holding tight to my ass with one hand while with the other he plays with my nipple.

  “Mmm, I love when you do that, Liam,” I tell him. “It feels so good.”

  “It sure does,” he agrees, as I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside my pussy.

  He’s cramming and stuffing me so full that I can’t hold back for one moment longer. I begin to moan and shout out his name as I cum.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Cum all over my cock. And I’m going to shoot my load into your soaking wet pussy.”

  “I love your big, hard cock,” I tell him, as I obediently cum all over it, slipping and sliding up and down it now.

  “And I love your tight little pussy I fucked for its very first time,” he says, as he holds on tight to my nipple as he cums in my pussy.

  We both climax together, panting and groaning, and then I lower myself onto his strong chest and washboard abs. I’m home with him, exactly where I belong.

  “I love you, my fiancé,” I whisper into his ear.

  “I love you, too, my always and forever wife.”

  When I had first heard that we needed to quarantine and work from home, I was resentful of the fact that video cameras existed and would be tracking my every move so that my job would know I was actually working. But now, for the first time in my life, I am grateful for their existence.

  They gave me the perfect man, after all.

  THE END

  Dating During Lockdown

  A Billionaire and Single Mom Quarantine Romance

  Love Under Lockdown, Book 10

  A series of standalone quarantine romance books.

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One - Brigid

  The sun has always made me happy. Even when I was a kid. I guess that’s because my name is Brigid which means “fire goddess.” I’ve always liked my name, even if it can be annoying to convince people that I hadn’t said ‘Bridget’ when introducing myself.

  "No," I would always have to explain, “Brigid, with a ‘d,’ not an ‘e’ and a ‘t’.”

  ‘That’s odd,” they would say, as though being odd were a bad thing.

  “It’s Irish,” I would point out, as though this explained everything.

  Of course I knew it was odd.

  How could I not, with the constant reminders?

  Throw in my last name - hilarious but very real - McHaggis. A gift from my Scots-Irish father. I was in for a right ribbing all through grade school. It only made me stro
nger, though.

  The sun felt good on my skin today, too, as usual.

  “Robin!” Polly exclaimed from her stroller, her chubby little finger pointing at a nearby bird.

  “Very good,” I praised her.

  She didn’t always get the names right, but my little one could identify twelve different types of local fauna and a good amount of the flora to boot. This education was a large part of the reason for our twice-daily walks.

  That, and getting my ass back in shape after having a kid. Pregnancy had done wonderful and lasting things for my chest, though.

  Not to mention that we were in the middle of a Coronavirus pandemic and the entire city was on lockdown. Walking around was my only way to get out of the house and my only form of entertainment.

  The darned and dastardly stone came out of nowhere. I was usually a lot more careful when it came to stroller handling. One small mistake would spell d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r.

  Once we hit the stone the wrong way, Polly seemed more stunned than hurt. The stroller went over onto its side, but its metal frame acted kind of like a roll cage in a race car, the grass on the side of the road also helping to break her fall. Thank mercy for green urban engineering!

  After a moment’s silence, she started to giggle hysterically, as if she was watching one of her baby song and dance shows. At least she was okay. And seemed like she'd love rollercoasters when she got tall enough to ride them.

  Getting the stroller righted was harder than it looked. For a frame of metal with some cloth stretched over it, the thing was bastard heavy, even with little Polly not adding all that much to the overall weight.

  “Need a hand?”

  I nearly fell over when I looked up at the stranger who had approached us. He was beautiful and built like a Viking, tall and muscled. His clothes trended toward punk: a leather jacket and dark jeans.

  His light blonde hair was longish, reaching the top of his collar, but also well tamed, falling in two equal waves that framed his thin, chiseled face. He was riding a fixed-gear bike, like the ones favored in Williamsburg, though he looked to be the farthest thing from a hipster, the tin-can headphones around his neck notwithstanding.