Mr. Billionaire

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chapter one I'm a hopeless romantic. I always have been. I've forever dreamed of the day when I would meet that special someone and ride blissfully into happily ever after. But I had come to realize the world didn't share my idealism. Not everyone was looking for everlasting love. I knew that there were many people who were only interested in a booty call and were more than happy to leave it at that. But I had finally found love. I was high and comfortable with him at the same time. His name was Simon. We had known each other forever, since we were babies. Our mothers had always wanted us to be together. But it was always a touchy subject for my father. Because I was black and Simon was half Chinese and half white, my dad always subtly frowned upon the idea of us having a relationship. But today was my wedding and I was marrying Simon, the man of my dreams. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror. The long white dress with the lace bodice and the lace sleeves to match. The veil tumbled gracefully past my shoulders. I smiled and the girl in the mirror grinned back. She was glowing. Her brown skin popped against the white of the gown. I was finally beautiful. I was finally happy. Suddenly, the doors were flung open. I yelped and whirled away from the mirror, shocked. Simon stood before me, dressed in only jeans and a T-shirt. "Simon," I shrieked, mouth agape. "Why aren't you dressed. The wedding starts in an hour. And you're not even supposed to see me before the ceremony." I moved quickly, desperately looking for a place to hide. "No, Yvonne, there's no need for that," he said, stopping me in my tracks. "What do you mean?" I looked at him in confusion. "We need to talk." My heart sank with those four words. I knew what he was going to say. The cold, distant look in his eyes, the determined set of his mouth. No, Simon. Please, no. Somehow I gathered the strength to speak. "About what?" He looked at me, then looked at the ground, then back at me. "I don't think we should get married." It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I couldn't get enough air. Tears blurred my eyes, but I pushed them back as I looked at him. The feeling of betrayal stirring deep within my gut. "Why?" I whispered, my voice sounded foreign to me. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Because, Yvonne, we've just grown apart. You're...I mean...I don't think you're the one for me. And I'm not...the one for you either." I knew what he was really saying. "Who is she?" I asked him. Simon looked at me in surprise. "What?" he asked. "The girl you're in love with now," I whispered, feeling drained. "Who is she?" He looked at me for a few seconds that seemed like hours and finally said, "Kate." My jaw dropped and suddenly my knees could no longer hold me up. I fell to my knees in agony.

Kate. My best friend Kate. The girl who was had been my best friend since the first grade. My bride's maid. My sister from another mister. The girl who never judged me. The girl I could tell anything to. "You...and Kate?" I gasped. Simon looked at me, his eyes pitying. "It just happened, Yvonne," Simon said to me, frowning. "I love her." Those words did it. They made me feel so small and useless. "Get out," I said, my voice quiet with rage. "What?" he looked at me, his eyes widened with surprise. "GET OUT!" I shouted, throwing my bouquet at him with all the force I had in my body. He dodged it and sprinted toward the door without a backward glance. As soon as he was gone and the door closed behind him, my body slumped forward and my face and body hit the ground. "Yvonne, Yvonne sweetie," I heard a voice call out. I couldn't bring myself to move. I was shocked. I had been stood up a mere hour before my wedding. I closed my eyes and finally realized I was crying. No, not crying, sobbing. A pair of big brown eyes shifted into my sight. I recognized my older brother Lucas. His eyes held silent fury as he looked at me. "We heard," was all he said. I wanted to respond so badly, but the sobs wouldn't stop. I felt a warm, feminine hand on my back and my friend Kayleen spoke. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," she said, sounding on the verge of tears herself. "We'll get you out of here, okay? We've already told the guests. They're leaving." I looked toward the window and realized it was getting dark. How long had I been there crying before Lucas and Kayleen had shown up? I've obviously been on the floor for hours crying over that asshole, I thought to myself as Lucas lifted me into his arms and carried me out. I concentrated on the swaying motion Lucas made as he walked and the soft clacking of Kayleen's high heel shoes. I did my best to focus on anything but the burning hole Simon had left in my heart. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ ~5 WEEKS LATER ~ Life is meaningless. It had been five whole weeks and I still had yet to find a way to fill the gaping, burning, bleeding hole in my heart. I had thrown out all of Simon's things and kicked him out of my apartment, but somehow I still didn't feel better. It's so funny how fast you can be broken. When Simon and I were together, then the world was right. I was strong and nothing could tear me down. I trusted him. I gave him all of me. And now here we were. The harsh reality was the simple fact that the love of my life had been fooling around with my best friend for a year. I wondered how they could do what they did and still look me in the eye. He even fell in love with her. He fell in love with my best friend. I put my head in my hands and tears spilled from my eyes. "Yvonne," Kayleen called out in a sing song voice. I slowly raised my head to look at her. At her side stood my two other friends, Martia and Levi. They all shuffled into the room. "Awwwww, sweetie, I heard about what happened and I rushed from England as soon as Kayleen told me." Levi looked at me pityingly as he spoke. "She's such a whore. She knew how much Simon meant to you. I don't know why she would do that. And don't get me started on Simon. I'm totally gonna kick his ass when I see him."

"Ditto," Martia said, looking pissed. "You take Simon and leave Kate to me. That bitch is mine." "Whoa, down girl," Kayleen exclaimed, resting her hand on Martia's shoulder. "Now while nothing would please me more than watching you beat the snot out of Kate, I'd much rather not see my mom cry when she sees my sister bleeding and in pain." Yes, you heard right. Kayleen is my ex-best friend's sister. Martia grumbled and although I couldn't understand exactly what she was saying, I'm pretty sure I caught a few obscenities. "Listen‚ Yvonne, we're all here because- other than work- you haven't left this crap shack in four weeks," Levi vented shaking his head. "Girl put on something sexy, do your hair and makeup and let's go. Damn. I'm fresh out of Europe. I want some crazy American fun, bitch! You owe me this." He was right. I did owe him. I owed Levi a lot. Besides Kate, Levi was my oldest friend. We met in second grade and we immediately clicked. And years after that in ninth grade he told me he was gay and I supported him, willing to pummel anyone who had anything to say about him. When Simon and I got together and people would complain how it wasn't right for races to mix, Levi would jump up and tell them to shove it. He always stood by me, my protector, my friend, my brother. I should show him a good time. He came all the way from Europe to cheer me up. Besides, I was long overdue for fun. "Okay, you're right." Everyone looked at me with their mouths wide open, clearly, they were expecting a different response. I looked at Levi who was grinning madly. "So where are we going?" I asked him. He looked at Martia who grinned evilly and he said, "Just go get sexy and don't fuckin' worry about it." ★★★★★★★★★★★★ We ended outside of a club. Not just any club, but a famous underground club in our town. Only celebrities and the filthy rich could afford to get in. The words Scarlet Kiss shone in bright red letters. The parking lot was filled with expensive sports cars and Range Rovers. "Are you serious?" I shrieked, taking in the long line and the expensively dressed people waiting in it. "Dead serious," Levi said, his grin wicked. "Okay, this is completely ridiculous," Kayleen breathed, looking on the verge of passing out. "We couldn't even afford for one of our shoes to spend five minutes in that club." She shook her head, looking at Levi like he had lost his marbles. "We don't have to pay," Martia interjected. "The guy I've been seeing is a bouncer here. We'll be getting in for free." With that Martia marched up to the front of the line with Levi, Kayleen and I at her heels. She was confident as she wrapped her arms around a tall, handsome piece of milk chocolate. The handsome man looked at us and smiled. "You're friends of Martia's?" We nodded and Levi looked like he was gonna pass out from how hot this guy was. "Come on in." He moved aside to let us in. After Martia said her goodbyes to the handsome man she called Damien, we all headed inside. The song thrumming through the club was some insanely hypnotic remix of Beyoncé and Jay Z's Drunk in Love remix with Kanye West. I bobbed my head to Yeezy's verse. "'You will never need another lover Cause you're a MILF and I'm a mother fucker Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'

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I'm pa rum pa rum pumin' all on your stomach (yeah) tonight I see some super freaky hoes That could go from being strippers to a super CEO I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else But far as hailin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help Let me remind ya You got a, you got a great future behind ya You gotta tell me what we tryna do Ain't no pastor, don't do missionary I know good(OH!) when I see it I'm a visionary I know them haters talking always had us very weary (Yup!) On the 35th of Nevuary (Yup!) You love the way I'm turnt After all the money you earned Still show daddy what you learned That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl You reverse, you reverse And I pregnated your mouth girl (oooo) That's when I knew you could be my spouse girl We fuckin' all over the house girl We just messed up a brand new couch girl If you ain't on site, you on Skype I put you on that bike, you bound girl We too wild, won't turn down We drunk in love, fuck them'" We jammed to Kanye's insane lyrics, bobbing our heads and swaying our bodies. And when Beyoncé came in and bought it home, we sang along. For those few moments as I danced with my friends, I forgot all about Simon. We drank lots of alcohol as we partied, dancing with the rich and elite. Everything I had been worried about was gone. Suddenly Martia stopped dancing and her eyes narrowed in anger as they took in something behind me. I turned around, despite the fact that Kayleen was trying to shield me from the horrid sight with her tiny body. I saw them immediately. They were expressing way too much PDA as they grinded on the dance floor. "Fucking disgusting," Levi mumbled in disgust. "How'd they even get in?" Martia griped, looking murderous as she took off her earrings. Her face said she was about to whoop some ass, but I couldn't concentrate on that. I could only see them. The hole in my heart, the one I thought was gone, came back in full force. Their appearance ruined my entire night , I thought as I pushed through the large throng of dancing bodies angrily. I heard Kayleen calling after me. And I could hear both Martia and Levi's anger. Levi was shouting, "I'm going to jail tonight," while Martia yelled, "I knew I should've brought my pocketknife. But my fist will have to do for now!" I finally stumbled outside. I was drunk, angry and sad. A lethal combination. I hadn't gotten very far as I pondered how Simon and late could even afford to get into Scarlet Kiss when suddenly I stumbled and fell. A strong pair of arms caught me. When I looked up I met a pair of deep, piercing crystalline blue eyes. His wavy blonde hair flopped softly in eyes which sparkled mischievously as he stared at me. And his lips-so soft and sensuous-were tipped up on one side in a crooked grin. And his physique had me trembling. "What are you doing here by yourself in the middle of the night?" he asked in a deep husky voice, raising his eyebrows. "Why do you care?" I snapped, pulling out of his arms. The image of my ex-best friend and my almost husband grinding flashed through my mind. "Because beautiful women shouldn't walk by themselves this late at night." I looked at him, secretly surprised and pleased by what he said. However, I covered up that surprise with attitude. "Well...for your information, Prince Charming, my friends are in the club." I jerked my chin in the direction of the club. "Why aren't you with them?" He looked at me, his gaze unwavering. My hands balled into fists and my teeth gnashed together. I could still see Simon and Kate, grinding and kissing. "What is this twenty fucking questions?" I growled. He tilted his head to the side, looking vaguely amused. "Is that,"-he gestured toward my balled up fists-"supposed to scare me?" "I don't give a damn if it scares you or not." I was officially on drunk bitch mode. Despite my bitchiness, he was calm and cool and very amused. He laughed. "Ugh." I pushed past him angrily. "Wait." He grabbed my hand before I could leave him. "I'm sorry for laughing at you." His grin said he was in fact no t sorry. "But something must really be bothering you for you to go all ballistic on a stranger." Kate and Simon flashed through my head as I closed my eyes. He was right. It wasn't him I was mad at. I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue ones. "I'm sorry," I finally said, letting out a sigh. "I'm just a little drunk and tired and pissed." I sighed a second time. He looked straight at me, his eyes holding mine. His blonde hair gently picking up the breeze. I'd be lying if I didn't say he was beautiful. I then realized he was still holding my hand. His hand looked pale against my deep brown skin. I pulled away, my face hot. He was too damn gorgeous for his own good. "I guess I didn't introduce myself," he said, smirking as if he heard my thoughts. "I'm Liam. Liam Hawke." The name rung a bell, but I was too drunk to think at the moment so I just smiled and said, "I'm Yvonne Michaels." "Well, it's nice to meet you, Yvonne." He smiled. "If I were you I'd head home now, beautiful. Men are already prowling around." He looked behind me where rowdy men laughing could be heard. I was distracted though. This was the second time he called me beautiful. I shivered as a cold breeze whipped by and he pulled off his expensive looking coat and rested it on my shoulders. "Let me drive you home," he offered. I was so tired that I just nodded. He walked me to a sleek black Lamborghini and held the door open for me. As soon as I was in his car and my head was against the expensive leather seats, I began to drift. "Where do I go?" he asked me, looking at me from the driver's seat. "2300 Dawson Street," I told him before I finally drifted to sleep.

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2 I woke up on my couch, snuggled in a black coat that smelled amazing. I vaguely remembered strong arms carrying me inside. I remembered seeing his silhouette leave and I remembered thinking how much of a gentleman he was for not taking advantage of a drunk girl. I sat up slowly, my head pounding. Despite the sharp pains however I could see a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair in my mind. Sensual lips, perfect physique. I looked at his coat, which had kept me warm all night and smiled. The tag on the inside of the coat read ‘Armani’ so I guess it was safe to assume this coat wa s very expensive. I wanted to return his coat and thank him for driving me home, but I didn't know where he was. I sighed and checked my phone. The battery was almost dead and I had 20 missed calls and 10 new text messages. I frowned, I didn't know I worried them that much. OMG, Yvonne, where r u? Levi and Martia just got into a fistfight with Kate and Simon and got us kicked out of the club! And Kate was wearing an effing engagement ring! Like wtf? U need to call me pronto!! I sighed–of course they were fuckin engaged. For some reason, though, it didn't really hurt like thought it would. I hooked my phone on the charger and headed to the kitchen. I popped an aspirin and brushed my teeth, took my shower and changed my clothes. By the time I came back, my phone was only on 30%. I decided to just call Kayleen before she freaked out more than she probably already was. She answered on the first ring. “Yvonne, Yvonne, where did you go last night? Are you okay? Where you now?” “Kayleen, I'm fine,” I laughed. “After I stormed out of the club, I met a guy and he drove me home. That's where I am now.” “A guy?!?” she shrieked. “Was he hot? Oh my gawd! How hot was he? Spill, spill, spill!” I chuckled. “It wasn't really anything. He just drove me home and that's it.” Kayleen grumbled in disappointment, but I cut her off. “So, Simon and Kate are engaged.” There was a long pause and finally Kayleen said, “Yeah. She announced it to mom this morning. And, Yvonne, she wants you to come.” I paused. She wanted me to go? To attend her wedding with the groom who was supposed to be my groom. “Kayleen, I gotta go. I haven't eaten breakfast yet.” “Yeah, sure,” she said, softly. “I’ll talk to you later, Yvonne.” When we hung up, I surprisingly didn't cry, instead I thought of the handsome man I'd met yesterday. I thought of his name again. Liam Hawke. Liam Hawke. Liam Hawke. Liam Hawke. That name was so familiar. I grabbed my laptop and Google searched Liam Hawke. His picture came up and I recognized the drop dead gorgeous guy I had met last night. Turned out he owned over 130 Scarlet Kiss nightclubs all over America. His fortune was over 7.5 billion dollars. He was apparently an infamous Playboy who had a new girlfriend every week.

So, I guess it meant nothing to him when he called me beautiful last night. I laughed. I laughed at myself because I had been so foolish. So stupid. But no matter how hard i laughed there was a tiny pang in my chest. Rejected twice in a matter of 5 weeks. How sad, my subconscious whispered. I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts, and wrote down the address to his office. I would return his jacket to him, thank him and that would be all. Return the damn jacket, thank him and leave. That’ll be the end of it. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I pulled up to the large building and stared at it for a moment. I mentally steeled myself for being face to face with Liam. I breathed out slowly and grabbed his jacket. As soon as I was inside, I walked straight up to the secretary. She directed me to the top floor and I went. I stepped out of the elevator and Liam's secretary looked up at me. She was a young woman with long brunette hair and appeared to be in her mid-twenties. “May I help you?” she asked. “Umm...I'm here to see Liam Hawke,” I said nervously. “Do you have an appointment?” “Well, no, but I'm a friend of his.” “Is that so?” she smirked like she thought I was a complete idiot. “Well, I'm afraid you'll have to make an appointment to see Mr. Hawke.” I didn't like her smirk and I opened my mouth to let her have it. “That’s not necessary, Gretchen,” said a familiar husky voice that sent warmth down my spine. Gretchen was blushing. I turned and came face to face with Liam. He grinned at me. “Miss. Michaels is a good friend of mine. So from now on if she wants to see me, let her on through.” “Yes, sir,” she said flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes. He had screwed her. I could feel it. And for some reason that pissed me off. I shoved his jacket into his chest. He looked surprised as he caught it. “You left this at my house last night,” I hissed, watching a look of rage flash across Gretchen’s face. Like I had suspected, he had been boning her. I stormed past Liam, not sure why I was so upset. What did it matter if he was sexing up his assistant? I gave him the damn coat and now I could leave. I was almost to the elevator when a strong hand caught my arm. Liam pulled me past Gretchen who was glaring hatefully at me. I had an urge to punch the bitch. But I knew if I did she'd end up in the hospital and would try to sue me. Instead I focused on trying to swivel out of Liam's strong grip. “Let go of me, dammit! Let go!” I was so mad I could spit. I was so jealous, I should be green. Liam sighed and shook his head, still managing to look extremely attractive as he did so. He pulled me into his office and closed the door.

“You are so damn pushy,” I grumbled, glaring at him. “Yeah well you're so rude for someone so beautiful.” He looked me over in approval and smiled softly. “You look amazing today.” My heart pounded at his words, but I shook it off. I can't start crushing on him. He's a Playboy. Girls are just objects to him. “Yeah, I'm sure you say that to every woman you meet. Especially Gertrude. Gretchen. Whatever her name is,” I said hatefully. He didn't deny any of this, he merely smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Jealous, are we?” He smirked. “Fuck you.” I glared. “You want to do that here in my office,” he chuckled. “I don't know, we might get pretty loud.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You wish.” “Yes, I do.” He grinned widely. I shook my head at him. “Look I only came to return your coat and say thank you for taking me home last night. You have your coat, thanks for taking me home, now bye.” I turned. “You can't go just yet,” he called after me. I whirled around to look at him, only to find his perched on the edge of the desk, looking completely at ease. “And why the hell not?” I asked, looking at him like he had grown a third eye and a webbed foot. “Because you owe me for my kindness. Please have a seat.” He gestured to the seat in front of him. I sighed in exasperation and slowly made my way over to the chair, eyeing him suspiciously the entire time. When I finally plopped down he grinned and said, “I think you owe me an explanation, Yvonne.” “An explanation about what?” I snapped angrily. “You were pissed last night, why?” Last night really came back to me. Kate and Simon. The anger and sadness. And then apparently Levi and Martia had kicked both of their asses after I'd left. I had forgotten to ask Kayleen about that... I finally sighed and said to him, “It’s a long story.” “I’ve got time.” He grinned. “Start from the beginning.” I began to tell my story, forgetting where I was and who I was with. I'm not sure why I did it, but some part of me felt like I could trust Liam, even if I barely knew him. “When I was little I had two best friends, Kate and Simon. All three of our mothers were friends and Simon's mom and my mom would always say they wanted us together. We all grew up together, being the best of friends. But soon Simon and I lost touch after high school. But one day we met again and things took off from there. When he proposed to me, it just felt right.” I sighed deeply, my heart sinking as I got to the bad part. “Then finally it was our wedding day. I had noticed how weird Simon and Kate were acting, but I just ignored it. Simon stormed into the room an hour before the wedding and said we couldn't get married because he’d been with her—Kate— for a year behind my back and they had fallen in love.” I met Liam's eyes and saw sympathy, I quickly looked down, hiding the tears in my eyes. “And you know what's really fucked up?” I asked, my voice shook. “When I called my friend this morning she said they were engaged. She said they both wanted me to come and support them.” I shook my head and stared at my hands which were clenched into fists and shaking violently. I heard Liam sigh and say, “So you want to get even?” My head snapped up and our eyes met. He had a strange expression on his handsome face. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a sort of wistfulness that seemed to say he was once in my shoes or someone he cared for had once been heartbroken like me. “Get even?” I repeated, tasting the words on my tongue. He sighed again. “Yes, get even. Make him feel what you felt. Make the girl–I think you said her name was Kate–wallow in regret and jealousy and want for what you have.” I thought about his words. Making them angry and jealous, making them feel what I felt... But how could I–? “You’ll need the perfect man,” he began, looking at me. “Rich, handsome, charming. And you'll need to flaunt him around your ex- fiancé and your ex- best friend.” I blinked at him and tilted my head to one side. “And where do I find a guy like that?” Liam smirked. “You’re looking at him, angel.” “You?!” I shrieked, mouth falling open in shock. “What? You don't want me?” he laughed cockily. He seemed to know full well that I did. “So you'd be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend.” I eyed him. “For what price?” Liam eyed me slowly from head to toe and back again. My face got hot and my body grew warm as he chuckled. His smile was dangerously sexy as he said, “Oh trust me, it won't be free.” I was about to throw a witty retort at him when Gretchen walked into the room. She took in the scene and tossed a glare at me. “Mr. Hawke, you have a meeting in ten minutes,” she said, her face hard. “Thank you, Gertrude.” She looked like she wanted to correct him for saying her name wrong, but instead she nodded, not leaving. She stood there, staring back and forth between Liam and I. Finally, Liam threw her a look that said ‘get lost’ and she hurriedly backed out of the room. She stared at me with hate the entire time. Bitch, I thought to myself as I glared back. “Well as you've heard, I have a meeting in a few minutes. I won't be long, only an hour at the most. After that hour is done meet me and we'll finish our discussion.” He wrote something on a piece of paper. I nodded and shoved the strip of paper into my pants pocket. I headed to the door and before I could open it, his hand shot out to hold the door open for me. I turned around to thank him and found his face very close to mine. My breath caught. “I look forward to working with you, Yvonne.”

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3 When I arrived home my friends were waiting for me. They stood with their arms crossed and serious looks on their faces. They looked so ridiculous, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. “Don’t you dare give us attitude, young lady!” Levi growled, sounding like an overbearing parent. “What are you doing in my apartment again? ” I asked them, placing my hands on my hips. “Oh hell nah,” Martia said, tossing her long weave over her shoulder. Her ghetto was about to come out. “ We ask the questions and you answer, okay?” I looked over at Kayleen for help, but she looked just as pissed off as Martia and Levi. What the hell happened? Was someone spreading some kind of rumor and said that I dissed them in some kind of way? “Okay...what happened?” I looked at all of them. Martia and Levi stayed quiet, silently glaring at me, but Kayleen exploded. “When the hell were you gonna tell us you went home with Liam fuckin Hawke. You said you met a guy but you failed to tell me he was a sexy ass billionaire! ” I blinked. In the years I'd known Kayleen I had never once heard her cuss. But something they had said had me on edge. “I didn't go home with him.” I frowned at the thought of going home with him. Why was my body so excited at the thought of that? “Well this picture says otherwise,” Martia said, holding out an issue of Us Weekly . The front page picture was Liam holding the door open for me as I climbed into his Lamborghini. ‘ Liam Hawke’s New Love? ’ the cover read. I looked back up to see the cross expression on their faces. “Okay...I can explain.” “You’d better,” Martia grumbled. I rolled my eyes. I explained how I stumbled into his arms and how he offered to drive me home. No need to mention how I found him insanely attractive. I explained how he bought me back here and left, leaving out he left his jacket and how I had gone to his office and was going to meet him again. “I just recently realized he was the Liam Hawke,” I concluded. “Wow Liam fuckin Hawke,” Martia breathed, shaking her head. “He is one fine ass piece of white chocolate.” She fanned herself. “Damn right,” Levi agreed, looking at me in envy. “Fuck, I wish I could've been you last night. Let me tell you bitches, I would've done some things to him.” Kayleen laughed. “Ewww, Levi!” she jeered, swatting him on the arm. “Bitch shut the fuck up,” he said, grinning. “You know you want to jump the bones off that hot ass billionaire if you could.” Kayleen just shook her head at him, looking thoroughly embarrassed. “So I heard you and Martia got into an altercation at the club yesterday.” I looked at the two of them. “Yassss, girl, we kicked some skinny ass!” Martia cheered, grinning madly. “They got exactly what they deserved,” Levi said, looking dangerous. “I fucked Simon up.” He grinned from ear to ear. Things fell back into playful conversation. We were joking and acting silly when I suddenly remembered... “Dammit!” I jumped up.

All three of my friends looked at me like I was crazy. “Yvonne, are you okay?” Kayleen spoke up. “Yeah, I just really gotta go,” I said, dashing to the door before they could stop me. “See you guys later.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “You’re late,” Liam said as I sat down across from him at an outdoor café sometime later. I rolled my eyes. “I apologize, Your Highness. I was with my friends and I lost track of time.” He sighed at my sass and looked at me with those deep blue eyes. My breath caught automatically, he was just so beautiful. He smirked as if he heard it. “I am quite attractive, aren't I, Yvonne?” He just had to talk, didn't he? “You’re too cocky. I'm not interested in cocky guys,” I said to him, looking straight at him and thinking of how much of an asshole he was. “I’ll bet I could change your mind,” he said with an arrogant grin. I shook my head in disbelief and decided to change the subject. “Why did you ask me here?” “Oh, right, well–” “Hello,” a soft voice interrupted him. We looked up and saw a bleach blonde waitress with fake boobs. She was smiling at Liam flirtatiously. “How may I help you today?” “Ah, well Yvonne, why don't you go first?” He looked at me. The waitress unwillingly turned to me, her smile looked a lot less friendly now. It actually looked like she was baring her teeth at me. “I’ll take the pumpkin spice laté,” I said, grimacing as she hurriedly wrote it down and turned to Liam, her face flushed. “And you?” “I’ll have a coffee,” he said to her, grinning. Of course he would like the attention of this bleach blonde tramp with the fake boobs. “How would you like it?” she asked. “Well, I like my coffee like I like my women.” His grin was flirtatious. The waitress caught on and she flushed harder. “And how's that?” She batted her eyelashes. Home girl desperately needed to hit that corner lash with some adhesive. “Black,” he said unexpectedly, reaching for my hand. I gaped at him, taken aback. The waitress looked at our hands and gritted her teeth, storming off. She was clearly pissed. “She’s definitely gonna spit in our coffee.” I shook my head. “No, she won't. My friend Lucas will prepare our coffee and bring it to us. No one's gonna spit in it.” He squeezed my hand. Warmth and electricity was spreading from our interlaced fingers, through my arm and up to my shoulders. I looked at him and saw his grin grow gentle, his eyes twinkled in the sunlight. His golden hair was shining. I quickly pulled my hand away. He's a playboy. He plays girls. He doesn't really want you, I repeated over and over.

“So, what did you want? You want to discuss the plan right.” “Yes, I do,” he leaned back in his chair. A group of girls walked by, peaking at his golden glory and giggling. I almost popped my eye out of its socket as I struggled not to roll my eyes. “So how do you want to do this?” I asked him. “First, you need to regain the friendship of Sasha and Kale,” he said, closing his eyes. “Their names are Kate and Simon.” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever,” he sighed, opening his eyes only to shift them skywards. “You regain their friendship, tell them you want to meet up. That's when I come in. Just introduce me and the rest should fall into place.” I nodded. “So, we'll only be doing this once, right?” He laughed. “Oh, no, beautiful, more than once. You see, you need to really make them believe that you and you I are together. So of course we'll need to be around them a lot more than once.” Before I could reply a man came to stand before our table. He was wearing a uniform so I assumed her worked here. My theory was obviously correct because he sat our coffee down in front of us. He had oil black hair and intoxicating dark eyes. He was appealing...in a dark way... “Lucas,” Liam greeted him. “Thank you.” Lucas nodded and left, not looking back. “He’s...odd,” I breathed, looking at Liam. Liam nodded. “Lucas is a bit antisocial. He always feels uncomfortable around new people. Especially beautiful women.” He looked right at me. My face grew hot under his intense gaze. I looked away and sipped my laté. It was so delicious. Liam took his coffee and stood. “Come with me,” he said. “Where?” I asked suspiciously. “I want to show you something.” He led the way to a sleek black stretch limo. We got inside and suddenly we were off. Liam sipped his coffee and I sipped my laté. We rode in silence until the car finally came to a stop. I sat my coffee down in one of the cup holders and Liam did the same. “We’re here, Mr. Hawke,” the chauffeur informed us. “Thank you, Paul.” Liam opened his door and i mimicked his action, pushing my door open as well. We were standing outside off a mansion. The Rolls Royce of mansions. It could hardly be classified as a mansion. It was more of a castle. It stretched to the sky and was far and wide. My jaw dropped. “Welcome to my home,” he whispered in my ear. I jumped and yelped, whirling around. He was very close to me, his jewel like eyes twinkling in mischief. “Stop standing so close.” I backed away from him. “Why? Does it make you nervous?” He grinned and moved closer. “Will you just stop?” I yelled, backing up further only to trip on my own two feet like an idiot girl in a horror film. Before I could fall backwards, his hand reached out and caught mine. He took advantage of the situation and pulled my body closer to his. “Now, weren't you glad I was close?” he whispered in my ear. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. I leaned my head back to look at him. I just now realized how tall he was. The last time I had been this close to him, I was heavily intoxicated. All the other times I was too busy ogling his very handsome face. He had to be at least 6'2. Which was huge compared to me. I was only 5'1. “You have to stop,” I whispered, my body felt warm and I was trembling. He was still stroking my arm. The truth was it felt...right when he touched me. He laughed and let me go, only to put his arm around my waist as we walked to his house. “Get used to it, sweetness,” he said laughingly. “There’s gonna be a lot more of this.” He held me closer. I felt like I was on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. Guys as handsome as Liam never came onto me. Normally I didn’t let this kind of thing get to me. What the hell was wrong with me? I had been with Simon for almost three years and he had never made me feel this way. Liam kissed my cheek and said, “This is gonna be fun, baby.” I wiped my cheek, much to his amusement and said, “I am not your baby.” “So feisty.” He winked at me. We eventually made it inside his house and I looked around in awe. It was huge. “My God,” I gasped, looking around. “This place is beautiful.” “Thank you,” he said, smirking at my reaction. “So why did you bring me here?” I asked, finally taking my eyes off the beautiful scenery and looking at him. “Because this can be your new home.” I looked at him like he had grown an ass on his face. “ What? ” I shrieked. “Yvonne, I believe the best way for this plan to work is if we pretend we've gotten serious and we live together. And then gradually we talk of marriage.” I blinked at him. The shit had just hit the fan.

Operation getting back at old buddies

Can't wait for it cox it gonna be fun

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this is interesting

Working with u, that's gonna be hot u no

Diz gonna b hot bt dnt fall rili in love wit him o while u guyz r pretendin

dat a first step to climb

Things gonna change pretty soon

Who knows, The fairy tale could end up well

i for once dont like the idea

You are just getting started

I like Liam's character, bold and straight foward.

4 “Wait, what? ” Levi, Martia and Kayleen chorused. I had finally arrived home to deliver some shocking news to my friends. They all wore matching looks of shock and envy. “You’re moving in with Liam Hawke?” Martia yelled, looking like she was gonna pass out. “You little bitch,” Levi said, taking a little pillow from my couch and throwing it at me, grinning like a maniac. “You’ve been jumping the bones off that guy, haven't you?” I opened my mouth to protest when I heard a low chuckle behind me. All four of us snapped around to see Liam leaning against my door frame. He was looking especially gorgeous today. Martia took a seat, squeezing her thighs together. Kayleen's eyes grew wide and her cheeks turned pink. Levi was looking like he wanted to do the nastiest things to Liam. Sexy or not, I did not approve of him storming into my apartment and lounging around like he owned the place. “How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I snapped at him, walking over to him. He didn't answer, he just watched in amusement as I walked closer until I stood right in front of him. “Well?” I pressed. “What are you–” I shrieked. Liam's strong hand had pulled me forward. I felt a soft, warm pressure on my forehead. His lips. I heard gasps behind me and knew my friends were still watching. I didn't care though, I looked up at him in shock. He smirked at me and I backed away. My forehead still burning from where his lips had made contact with my skin. “Girl, are you gonna introduce us or nah?” Levi asked, staring between Liam and I. “Yeah, of course. Liam, these are my friends Martia, Kayleen and Levi. Guys, this is Liam Hawke...my...boyfriend.” “Ooooo, girl, I knew it!” Levi squealed like a schoolgirl, dancing around. I shook my head in embarrassment, peeking at Liam who was looking at me. “You lied!” Martia gasped, turning my attention away from his eyes. “You said you two weren't screwing.” “We're not screwing,” I yelped, my face warm. Jeez, this was embarrassing. “She’s right,” Liam spoke up, standing beside me and taking my hand. “We don't screw. We make love...and other times we fuck. ” He rose our intertwined hands up and he kissed my hand, looking right at me as he did. “He is so fuckin sexy, ” Levi breathed to Martia and Kayleen who were both watching Liam and I like we were a movie. “I assume you've packed your things and are ready to leave.” He looked at me for confirmation. “Ummm...” I looked at my giant suitcase. It wasn't like I would be staying with Liam permanently, only a few weeks. This should be enough for the time being. “Yeah, I'm ready,” I said, grabbing for my suitcase, but Liam snatched it up before I could. I smiled at him in thanks and said, “Take care of this place for me guys.” They nodded and the four of us shared a group hug. “I’ll invite you over soon,” I said to them as we pulled away. We waved goodbye one more time and I left with Liam. He was carrying the suitcase down the long corridor like it weighed nothing. I stared at him. His face, his hair, his lips, those eyes. So beautiful and blue and...staring right at me. I blushed and looked down. Then I thought of his lips on my forehead and my hand... I peeked at him again, unable to help myself. He was already looking at me with a cocky grin. “See something you like?” He was grinning from ear to ear. “No, I'm hoping you don't drop my suitcase,” I fibbed, looking away. He would be so perfect if it weren't for that cocky attitude. He laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.” “I’m not lying.” We had finally stepped outside and the limo was waiting at the curb. Paul looked up at us and smiled. “I don't find you very attractive at all,” I finished, looking straight. Liam's warmth was suddenly gone and I stopped. I looked behind me and saw he was a few paces behind me. I looked at him in surprise, his expression was unfathomable. “What?” I asked him, thinking maybe he'd pissed on himself or something. “You don't find me attractive?” he rose one eyebrow, looking like he didn't believe me. “Hmmm...how interesting. You looked pretty damn convincing at your apartment.” “It’s called acting.” I rolled my eyes at him. He walked slowly to me until my back was pressed up against the limo. He turned and handed Paul, his chauffeur, my suitcase. Paul went to put my suitcase in the trunk, leaving me. Liam leaned toward me. My heartbeat picked up as I leaned away. I heard a soft click and I realized he had opened the door of the limo. “After you,” he said, smirking like he could hear my heart pounding. I hurriedly climbed inside. When he scooted in I slid all the way to the window, sitting as far away as possible. “To my house, Paul,” he said to his chauffeur. “Yes, sir,” Paul said. As the car drove smoothly, Liam turned to look at me, one brow raised. “Why are you sitting so far away?” he asked. “Because there's no reason for us to be close,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. Liam chuckled and scooted closer until his thigh was touching mine. The heat from his thigh burned onto mine, setting my body aflame. And sadly for me, there was nowhere to go. I was contemplating jumping from the window to save myself from this, when suddenly his hand caught my chin and he pulled my face up to look at him. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to break away. His grip was gentle yet firm. “I think we should practice,” he whispered, his breath caressed my skin. I shivered. “We have to make our kissing look as natural as possible.” “No, I don't want to kiss you.” I was lying. My entire body was thrilled at the idea of kissing him. “You said you weren't attracted to me, right?” he smirked. “If you're not attracted to me this shouldn't be a big deal.” My breathing was erratic as his face came closer. His eyes, so vivid and clear burned into mine. My heart was doing this crazy gymnastics routine as his lips brushed across mine. My eyes closed automatically. Please, Liam. Please, just kiss me. But instead of my lips, I felt his lips softly brush against the corner of my mouth. I opened my eyes to see his amused smirk. “I knew you were attracted to me,” he said, pulling me into a hug. My heart was still pounding and my lips were still aching.

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5 I woke up the next morning in a king sized bed. The chandelier hung gracefully overhead. I rolled over to get more sleep and came face to face with a sleeping Liam. I yelped and scooted away. Liam opened one eye, looked at me and sighed closing it back. “I’m not inside you, so I don't understanding why you're screaming at 7:00 in the morning.” He grinned a little. “Why are we in the same bed?” I panicked. “Did we–?” He opened his eyes, looking right at me. “Did we what?” His eyes were shining in amusement. “You know, do the nasty?” My face was hot with embarrassment, I desperately tried to remember. He laughed. His laugh bounced off the walls and his cheeks flushed from how hard he was laughing. He looked so beautiful when he laughed like that. “No, love, we didn't have sex.” He was grinning like a maniac. “But we can fix that if you want.” His grin changed into something softer, his eyes sparkled and landed on my lips, he softly bit his own lip. His expression said it all, he wanted to take me right now. My heart fluttered. “No thanks,” I said quickly, rushing out of bed and practically running to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on my back the entire time and it made me feel like I was walking weird. I closed the bathroom door and locked it, because honestly I didn't want him ‘accidentally’ walking in on me and seeing me naked. How mortifying would that be? I brushed my teeth and when I was done I turned on the shower. When the water was warm I stripped myself and hopped into the shower. As I showered, I began to remember yesterday. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ After the limo ride where Liam had desperately made me want him to kiss me, we had arrived at his house. As soon as we were inside I looked around in amazement. I still couldn't get over how beautiful this place was. A tall, well built man came and took my suitcase from Liam's hands, murmuring, “Welcome home, Liam.” The man looked at me with a hard stare. I refused to shrink back under his gaze, I gave him a hard stare right back. The man suddenly grinned and said, “Liam, are you gonna introduce me to this beautiful young lady?” He had a slight English accent. “Yvonne, this is my personal butler, Chauncey. Chauncey, this is my girlfriend, Yvonne.” The man grinned widely, a dramatic change considering how he had just been glaring at me moments before. Was he bipolar? “Nice to meet you, Yvonne,” he said, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you too, Chauncey. ” I smiled. “I’ll just put your suitcase away for you.” He smiled at us one last time and walked off. “He seems nice,” I said to Liam. Liam nodded, a sad far away look in his eyes. “Chauncey has served my family for almost thirty years. I've known him since I was just a baby.” I was surprised. Almost thirty years? But Chauncey didn't look a day over thirty himself. “How old is he?” I wondered aloud. “Fifty-seven.” Liam smirked when my jaw dropped in shock. “He’s still in good health though.” “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Liam then showed me around the house. Ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a huge living room, an enormous kitchen, a dining room that went on for days, a home theatre and a huge patio that overlooked his gigantic swimming pool. I was breathless as I tried to grasp the fact I would be staying somewhere so beautiful. “And this is your room,” Liam said, pushing open the door. The room was huge. It was twice the size of my apartment. I looked around in amazement as Liam said, “And if you need anything feel free to come to me.” I turned around and saw that he was grinning, holding his arms open like he expected me to run into them. When I didn't he pouted. “You’re no fun, babe.” I shrugged and said, “I’m not your babe.” He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. “Yes, you are,” he whispered in my ear. “You just don't see it yet.” I escaped his arms and stood far away from him. “I’m not gonna be anyone's babe ever again,” I said quietly. “I know how men are now.” Liam seemed to have heard me. His liquid blue eyes stared into me as he said, “Not all of us are the same.” “Oh, please, Liam.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re an infamous Playboy. You've had sex with your secretary and who knows how many other women you've been with.” I shook my head. Liam sighed. “I’ve had sex with a few women, I admit, but I don't have sex with just anyone. And besides, who's to say I can't change if I met the right woman.” He looked right at me. I realized how dark it was getting and I shook my head, shaking off his intense gaze. “I’m gonna take my shower and go to bed,” I said to him. “I’m tired.” As I pushed past him, he stopped me and said, “Don’t forget to call Kale and invite him and Sasha over. We still have a plan to take care of.” “Their names are Kate and Simon,” I corrected him. He rolled his eyes. “Who cares? Just call them.” “I will.” I walked away. His expression as I walked away looked conflicted. Like there was something more he wanted to say. I could feel his piercing gaze on my skin even after I was gone. ~AN HOUR LATER ~ Hearing Kate's voice had affected me in a big way. It just depressed the hell out of me. I was so angry and sad but somehow I played it off and was able to pretend I was fine. I had just drank a bottle of vodka and I was feeling a little tipsy. I was lying down in bed, desperately trying to sleep, but I couldn't. This bed was huge. I wasn't used to sleeping in a bed so large. I sighed and turned. Then I groaned and turned the other way. Sigh, turn. Groan, turn. This happened for a while until Liam swung the door open, shining light into the room. I shrieked in shock and then blushed as I really looked at him. He was shirtless, his arms were toned and his pecs were like heaven. My eyes trailed down his yummy six-pack and to the V that led to his– Look away, Yvonne. Look away! And I did. I looked away, blushing furiously. “What are you doing, bursting into my room like that?” I hissed, still not looking at him. “You were groaning and sighing and the bed kept creaking when you moved. I thought there was guy in here. I was prepared to kick his ass.”

I looked at him. My mind was a little fuddled, but I talked past the mush in my brain. “Even if there were a guy in here, you don't have the right to kick his ass. We're not together.” He looked at me, not saying anything. Finally he smirked. “You’re half drunk and you can't sleep,” he stated, walking into the room. “How did you know?” I was surprised how clearly he could see through me. “Because, you're even grumpier than usual.” He smirked and closed the door. The room was in sudden darkness. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I felt the bed dip and suddenly arms were around my waist. My eyes widened and Liam pulled my back close to him. I could feel the toned hardness of his body. All of his body. “Liam,” I shrieked, sounding whiny, but I didn't care. This was just so embarrassing. “Yvonne, shut up and go to sleep,” he said quietly. And somehow, despite how awkward I felt, I was comfortable in his strong arms. Safe. And I drifted off before I even realized it. ★★★★★★★★★★★ I was jolted back to reality by a hectic pounding on the door. “Yvonne,” I heard Liam call through the door. “Are you okay in there?” I rolled my eyes, but didn't answer. “You’d better not be rolling your eyes at me,” he growled. “Yvonne, if you don't answer me, I'm forcing my way in.” My eyes widened at the thought of that. I was paralyzed with embarrassment at the thought of him bursting in here while I was showering. “I’m fine, Liam,” I called over the water. “Good.” I could hear a smile in his voice. “Hurry up and get ready. They'll be here soon.” “Kay,” I said meekly. I turned off the water and stepped out. I put on a plush robe and headed back to my bedroom. The bed had already been made and there was a black box lying on it. There was a single card sitting atop it, the card read: “Just put it on, –Liam.” I blinked at the card and looked at the big box. I opened it and inside was a thigh length deep red dress. The tag read ‘Gucci.’ When I pulled the dress out I realized there were shoes underneath it. Taking a closer look, I saw they were the classic red and black Louboutins. My mouth dropped. This outfit had to have costed thousands of dollars. I did my makeup. It was perfection. Not too much, not too little. I slipped on the dress. It clung to me in all the right places. When I slipped on the Loubs my legs seemed to instantly become longer. I let my hair down and brushed it. A knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I called. Liam walked in, smiling. I watched him in the full length mirror as his smile suddenly fell. He just stared at me, his eyes moved up and down my body like I was a masterpiece. I was caught in his gaze like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a lion. He walked forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back against him. “He’s stupid,” Liam whispered in my ear. “To leave you, ”–he shook his head–“he had to have been out of his fuckin mind.” My body heated up. “Miss. Yvonne, Mr. Liam.” We turned and saw a coffee skinned woman standing before us. She had a duster in her hand, so I assumed she worked for Liam. “Yes, Karmine?” Liam asked. “You have two visitors. Kate and Simon.” I sucked in a deep breath, my heart was jackhammering in my chest. Liam nodded. “Let them in. Thank you, Karmine.” She nodded once and left. Liam looked at me and held my hand in his large, warm one. “Yvonne, it's gonna be okay,” he said soothingly. “I’m here.” And then he looked right at me with those intense blue eyes. I fully realized how handsome he was looking right now. His blonde hair was sexily disheveled and haloed around his face. He wore a blue shirt that matched the color of his eyes and jeans. This may have seemed like a normal outfit, but the way Liam wore it... he had my heart pounding. He squeezed my hand. “Yvonne, we don't have to do this if you've changed your mind, love.” I thought of how they had been sleeping together for a year behind my back. I thought of how they had humiliated me, had made a fool of me. I wanted this. I wanted revenge. I took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. “Lead the way.” He smiled, his signature look of mischief shining in his eyes. “That’s my girl. ” “How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not your anything,” I snapped in exasperation. “For this next hour or so we're together, babe.” He grinned and reached behind me, squeezing my butt. “So get used to it, gorgeous.” I swatted at him, but he dodged it and reached for my hand, laughing. “Let’s go, love.” I nodded. I could slap the hell out of Liam later, but for now I had to prepare myself to come face to face with my ex best friend and my ex fiancé.

Next

RIDE ON..

nice it getting shape

6 This was singlehandedly the most awkward situation in the world , I thought as I smiled woodenly at the couple in front of me. Kate and Simon–my ex-best friend and my ex- fiancé – stood before me, holding hands and looking like the picture perfect couple. Liam tightened his hand on mine, seemingly sensing my discomfort. “Simon, Kate, I'm so glad to see you,” I lied, my heart felt like it was breaking all over again. I suddenly wasn't so sure about this plan anymore. “I’m glad you forgave us.” Kate smiled. “I mean, holding a grudge would've not been classy.” Yeah, but fuckin my fiancé was SO classy, I thought sarcastically, refraining from rolling my eyes. I had known Kate for years and I could see what she was trying to do. If it was a war she wanted, then it was a war she'd get. Simon looked at my hand in Liam’s and then he looked at Liam. He sized him up for a moment, then said, “So, you're the famous Liam Hawke, huh?” Liam flashed his pearly white teeth and Kate looked like she was ready to drop her panties. “The one and only,” Liam replied. “Huh.” Simon looked at me like I had betrayed him. Who the hell gave him the right to look at me like I betrayed him? I was actually starting to enjoy myself. I laced my fingers through Liam's and smiled innocently at Simon and Kate. “Why don't we have breakfast?” “Good idea,” Liam said, grinning at me. “The cooks have worked very hard to prepare a delicious breakfast for us.” I took great pleasure in the surprise and envy on their faces when Liam said ‘the cooks.’ Liam and I led the way to the dining room. Once we were there I heard Kate gasp and heard Simon grumble, “It’s not that great,” angrily. The dining room table was filled with food. Pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon, eggs, fruits, syrup and two pitchers. One was filled with lemonade, the other was filled with orange juice. My mouth was watering and my stomach was growling as Liam walked me to my seat. He pulled my chair out for me and after I was settled, he took a seat beside me. Kate was glaring at Simon and tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for him to pull her chair out for her like Liam had done for me. After Simon finally pulled her chair out for her, we all dug in. After breakfast we all sat down in the enormous living room. Liam and I sat on the love seat and Kate and Simon sat across from us. “Breakfast was amazing,” Kate said, smiling at us–her eyes were more drawn to Liam though. “Thanks for inviting us, Vonna.” I flinched internally at the childhood nickname and smiled stiffly at her. “Yeah, of course.” The hate for the pain they had caused me was burning deep in my core. But it made me stronger. “You know, when Kayleen told me you were getting married, I was a little shocked. But after a talk with Liam, I realized that Simon and I had done the same thing. He was unfaithful, my heart belonged to someone else. I realized I shouldn't be upset, I should be happy for you.” Simon looked at me in shock and asked, “What do you mean we did the same thing?” I looked up at Liam and he smirked, looked at Simon and said, “Yvonne and I have been seeing each other for a year and a half.”

Kate and Simon whipped their heads around to look at me. Simon looked pissed. I only smiled widely. “Honestly, Simon, you were obviously too caught up with Kate to pay attention to me, so I found Liam. Now I'm glad things didn't work out between us. I'm glad we can just be friends.” I laughed, taking Liam's hand. Liam looked down at me in amusement. Simon's hand was clenched into a fist and Kate had jealousy written all over her face as she looked between Liam and I. I looked up at the clock and jumped up. “I’m afraid we'll have to say our goodbyes now. I have to go to work.” “I’ll have Paul take you,” Liam said, looking at Chauncey who nodded and left. “Who’s Paul?” Kate asked from behind me. “Our chauffeur,” Liam answered her, walking me to the front door with Simon and Kate behind us. Chauncey handed me my bag at the front door and said, “Have a g’day, Yvonne.” I smiled at him and we all walked out. We stood in the driveway, Paul was holding the car door open for me. “Thanks for coming,” I said, smiling. “Maybe we can meet up again?” Kate smiled, Simon just looked at me. His ego was obviously bruised over thinking Liam and I had been together for a year behind his back. Well he could join the club. “We’d love to,” Kate responded. I nodded and started to walk to the car, but Liam pulled me back and right there in front of Simon, Kate, Paul and a grinning Chauncey, he pressed his lips to mine. My heart was in my throat as I realized he was kissing me...and I was kissing him back. Had seconds gone by? Minutes? My head was spinning. I finally managed to pull away. He was breathing hard, his blue eyes shining into mine with some kind of light I'd never seen in his eyes before. I glanced over at Kate and Simon who were watching us. Simon was glaring hatefully at us, looking like he wanted to punch something. I looked back at Liam. He smirked at my expression and said quietly, “Don’t have too much fun without me.” ★★★★★★★★★★★ My job was something I absolutely loved. I was a fashion expert. I found the best style trends and reported them to my boss, Daniel Grover. He would take those trends and sell them to the highest bidder. Needless to say I was well paid. When I walked into my boss—Daniel's— office, he looked up at me warily, expecting to see a zombie. The zombie I had been ever since Simon called off the wedding. He looked at me and suddenly smiled. “Vonnie!” he cried, getting up from his desk and walking over to me. “You look fantastic, mama.” “Thank you, Danny, baby.” I smirked. He matched my smirk and shook his head. “I’m glad to have my Vonnie-bear back.” He rolled his eyes. “This place wasn't the same without your expertise. ” I smiled at him. “Well, let's see if I'm still an expert.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★ It was getting dark as Danny and I left the building. We had sent our newest finds to Donatella Versace. She had paid us $40,000 for our finds. Danny and I would split the check. $20,000 for him and $20,000 for me. “What’s going on over there?” Danny asked, jerking his chin into the direction of a large crowd of women. They were all giggling and shrieking. One woman cried out, “Ohmy gawd, he's perfect!” The crowd parted and Liam came walking toward me. He glanced at Danny beside me, his expression was strangely angry. “Yvonne, there you are.” He was now standing right in front of me. His scent was intoxicating. “Liam? What are you doing here?” I shrieked. “I’m here to pick you up, obviously.” He rolled his eyes, stared hard at Danny, then took my arm. He guided me through the throng of glaring women who looked like they wanted to kill me. “I could've gotten Danny to drive me home,” I grumbled once we were inside the car. “You mean Daniel Grover, the guy who has sex with every woman who shows even the slightest bit of kindness to him. Hell no. You're not going anywhere with him.” Liam shook his head. “Okay, first off, you are not my father so don't even try to tell me what to do. And secondly how do you know Danny?” The car was driving smoothly down the highway as we talked. He sighed. “I make it my business to know everyone who might be of some importance to Hawke Corp.” I nodded. It was hard to believe this sexy man beside me was a businessman. I sank back in my seat. “You–of all people–have no room to talk about Danny. How many women have you screwed this week? Twenty, forty? Liam rolled his eyes. We seemed to roll our eyes a lot when we were around each other. “Yvonne, you really have to learn when to stop talking.” He glared at me. “You don't wanna tell me?” I glared back at him. “So you wanna know about my sex life?” His expression softened as he grinned arrogantly at me. “Why talk about it when you can experience the pleasures of being in my bed firsthand.” He looked me up and down, his gaze doing what his hands wanted to do. I laughed. The sound was shrill and nervous and I hoped he couldn't hear it. “No thank you. I do not want to have sex with you.” He shook his head. “Like I've said before you're an awful liar. When I kissed you today I could taste it. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” He scooted closer. “Stop denying me. All this sexual frustration is gonna kill me, Yvonne.” The car came to a stop and I bolted. If I stayed in the car with Liam for another second I would give into him. I had never ran so fast in my life. I ran past a surprised looking Chauncey and suddenly came to a stop. “Yvonne, Yvonne! Dammit!” I heard Liam cursing and calling but my eyes were glued to the two people in front of me. A man and a woman stood side by side. Both tall and statuesque. They both appeared to be at least in their forties, but they looked so beautiful. The man’s hair was salt and pepper, while the woman had long blonde locks. The woman's eyes were hazel. The man's eyes were a deep blue and they sparkled like jewels. They reminded me of... Liam came bursting through the door. “William,” the woman rejoiced, hugging him. Liam looked at me over the top of her head, looking very uncomfortable. “Yvonne, meet my parents.”

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7 Meeting Liam's parents was the perfect definition of ‘awkward.’ However his father eventually took a great liking to me. His mother on the other hand seemed to hate me. We were sitting around in the spacious living room. To my horror, Liam had introduced me as his girlfriend. “Liam, whatever happened to Gretchen?” his mother asked. I internally rolled my eyes and basically just pretended she hadn't said anything. If she thought bringing up Gretchen was gonna piss me off, she had another thing coming. She wasn't in the loop and didn't know that me and her dear baby boy weren't really together. “You know I didn't really date Gretchen, mom.” Liam looked extremely annoyed. “Well, I always thought you should.” His mother shot a look at me and forced a smile. “So, Yvonne, darling, where did you say you worked again?” “I work at Grover Inc. I'm a fashion expert.” “Really? So you must work for Daniel Grover then, right.” “Yes, I do.” It took every ounce of strength in my body to refrain from rolling my eyes. “Well, I've heard that Daniel has affairs with his female employees. It makes me wonder how you got your job.” “Mom!” Liam yelled, his face was livid as he stared at his mother. “Carole, that's enough,” Liam's father–who preferred to be called William –intervened. He frowned as well, matching Liam's frown. I stood up and looked at her. “I got my job because I'm talented. I'm one of the best employees in my company. I don't need to sleep with anyone to get anything. That includes your son. So if you think Liam and I have been humping like rabbits, you're wrong. I don't want anything from you, from Daniel, from your son or anyone else.” I walked away. I didn't make it very far before a gentle hand stopped me. The hand was too small to be Liam's. I turned and I came face to face with Carole. “Congratulations!” she cried, hugging me. I blinked. I looked at Liam and William, they looked just as surprised as I felt. “What?” I asked as she let me go. “You passed my test.” She grinned like a madman. I stared at her with my mouth agape, clearly I hadn't heard her correctly. Her grin grew wider and I now understood where Liam got his smile from. “The girls Liam brings home are normally so vast and empty in here.” She tapped her forehead. “I always test them, the same way I tested you. But usually they're spineless and they actually let me intimidate them.” She laughed. “But not you. You stood up for yourself. And that's the kind of woman I want my little Liam to be with. Someone strong and independent, someone who can challenge him. You'll make him happy,” she said quieter so only I could hear. “Just take care of him.” She smiled softly. Before I could respond, she turned and left. She went to her husband and whispered something in his ear. He grinned at her and looked at us. “Liam, why don't you go take care of Yvonne? I'm gonna have a talk with your mother.” As they walked away, I saw William grab Carole’s butt. Liam shielded his eyes, looking like he wanted to throw up. I laughed. He looked at me and grinned. “Sorry about my mom,” he apologized, shaking his head and looking very embarrassed. “I didn't know she was gonna–”

“No, it's okay,” I interrupted him. “She was looking out for her kid. Can't really be mad at her for that.” Liam smiled and suddenly his expression changed. Uh oh, I knew that look. He walked closer to me slowly. I tried to back up, but my back just hit the wall. He placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned forward. “Tell me something, Yvonne.” My heart was going crazy in my chest, flipping and dancing and jumping wildly. And where his breath caressed my skin, I burned. “What?” I was pleased my voice didn't tremble. He cocked his head and asked, “How do you feel about me?” How unexpected. I scanned my mind, searching for the answer. “I feel grateful to you for being part in this plan to avenge my broken heart.” I chuckled nervously. He shook his head. “I didn't ask if you were grateful to me. I asked you how you felt about me.” I looked at him for a moment until finally I had my answer. “I think you're a flirt. I also think you want to have sex with me.” I frowned. “True and true.” Liam smiled. “I suppose I do flirt a lot. But I have to make sure women are comfortable in my presence. And, yes, I guess it's very obvious I want to have sex with you.” He smirked. “That’s no secret.” “Well, I'm not one of your bimbos, Liam. I'm only here to finish the plan.” He looked straight at me. I felt like I was melting under his intense gaze. I couldn't understand how eyes that were closer to ice than fire could leave my skin burning. I could understand why so many girls were so willing to jump into bed with Liam. Liam was literally sexiness personified. He was every girls' fantasy. Everything you wanted to show off to everyone. But still, I couldn't let myself fall for that. I wouldn't let myself be another notch under his belt. “I’m gonna go now,” I whispered, slipping by him. I fled as quickly as possible. Liam Hawke was gonna be the death of me. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ ~NEXT MORNING~ I had just taken my shower and I was now wearing sweatpants and a crop top. I was just lying down on the edge of my bed, reading, when a soft knock sounded on my door. I got up and went to open it and met Carole. She grinned at me and squeezed her way inside. She looked at what I was wearing and shook her head. “No, no, no. That simply won't do.” “What?” I looked down at my outfit and back at her. “Liam and William are meeting with some important investors for Hawke Corp. And you and I are going with them.” “What? Why?” I shrieked. She smiled. “Oh, darling, I can tell my little Liam is in love with you. And perhaps one day, you will become Mrs. Liam Hawke.” Her face slowly turned serious as she spoke. “You have to learn how to conduct yourself at one of these events now, so that when my son does marry you you'll be prepared for this.” It was actually pretty funny how she thought Liam was in love with me. I'm pretty sure Liam was incapable of feeling anything other than lust. Guys like him just wanted to stick it anywhere and everywhere. Carole was shoving a bag I hadn't noticed she was carrying into my hands. “Here, put this on.” I stripped down and put on the clothes Carole had selected. It was a thigh length business style black dress. But it wasn't boring, this dress was a knockout. The way it clung to me was loose enough to show I was a lady, but tight enough to show my womanly curves. The neckline was neither too low or too high. The heels I wore weren't skyscraping heels, but they were more businesslike.

I coughed and Carole turned away from the book she was reading. She looked at me in approval. “Mmm hmm.” She nodded to herself. “Perfect. You look great.” She grinned. She dragged me out of the room before I could even go to the vanity to put on my makeup. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam kept sneaking glances at me as the limo drove steadily down the road. His mother sat beside me, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Liam sat beside his father who was engrossed in the newspaper article he was reading. He would occasionally catch his wife's eye and wink at her which caused her to giggle like a schoolgirl. When the car stopped and we got out, Liam rushed to my side. He held his arm out for me and I took it. As we walked inside the fancy restaurant, I began to feel nervous. I was out of my element. Decked out in Chanel and Versace with a Valentino coat slung over my shoulders. Liam looked at me and smiled. “You look beautiful,” he said to me. “Don’t be nervous.” I nodded. Liam always seemed to know when I was uncomfortable. It was like he could see right into my soul sometimes. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. The hostess led us to a table full of businessmen who were talking comfortably amongst themselves. I noticed Liam's friend, Lucas, sitting with them. He wasn’t talking though, he just sat there looking bored. “Well, look who it is,” a short, fat man with a slight French accent greeted us. “William, Carole, Liam and...” he trailed off, looking at me. “This is my girlfriend. The beautiful Yvonne,” Liam introduced me. I gave a little wave at them. They all chuckled. “Enchanté, Yvonne, my name is Jacques.” Jacques shook my hand, smiling warmly. Liam pulled out my chair. I was seated next to Lucas. I found it weird how Lucas had the same name as my brother, who I hadn't seen since my falling out with Simon. He also–strangely enough–acted like my brother: silent and brooding. After we ordered and our food was in front of us, the businessmen jumped straight into conversation. Surprisingly, Liam had all the best ideas. All the men– who were obviously way older than him– seemed to respect him and trust his judgement. Midway during our lunch, I felt a tap on my hand. I turned and met Lucas's eyes. He jerked his chin in the direction of the bathrooms. He got up swiftly and left. He wanted me to follow him? “I’ll be back,” I whispered to Liam. He nodded and turned back to the conversation about investments. I went in the direction of the bathroom and looked around. Did he go to the men’s bathroom or the women’s? I crinkled my nose. I really hoped he didn't go into the men's— My thought was cut off when the door to the side of the building opened and a gust of wind nearly knocked me down. A hand shot out and caught my wrist, pulling me outside. I couldn't gasp or scream. I could only think the worst. What if Lucas was some creepy pervert who had pulled me out here so he could have his way with me? I was suddenly standing before Lucas who just looked at me. It was only 11 something and the early morning breeze was sweet and calm. So maybe I had exaggerated the gust of wind just a little. But in my defense I thought I was gonna get raped. Lucas had a cigarette burning between his lips. I wrinkled my nose and backed away. His mouth curled up in what– I think– was supposed to be a smile. “Why did you want to see me?” I asked him, shifting nervously. Something about him was intimidating. He wasn't warm and friendly like Liam. Lucas was quiet for a moment, just staring at me. “I wanted to warn you,” he finally murmured. “Warn me?” My mind automatically shifted to Liam screwing someone. I really hoped he didn't think I cared. “Yeah, about Gretchen.” Gretchen? Liam's secretary? “What about her?” Lucas blew out a puff of smoke and threw his cancer stick to the ground, stepping on it. “Yesterday Gretchen stopped by the café to pick up her usual like she always does. She always asks for me to be her waiter because she thinks the rest of my father's staff is incompetent. So I went to take her order like always. She asked me if Liam was free or not and I told her he was with you. I honestly didn't expect for her to get so pissed. She stood up and left. She didn’t even order.” I blinked at him. “And? So what she got pissy and left? What's so scary about that?” He looked down at his shoes, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed to be fighting himself. He finally looked back up at me. “Look, I know you and Liam aren't really together. I've been his best friend since we were kids, he tells me everything. Including his sexual rendezvous with Gretchen.” He shook his head. “I warned him about her, but he didn't listen. And now Gretchen thinks you two are really together. Gretchen has a history of rubbing off people she thinks stand between her and what she wants.” Rub off? Did he mean Gretchen had people killed? “I’ve known Gretchen for a long time. Way longer than I've even known Liam. And I know if she thinks a woman is trying to take the man she wants, it doesn't end well,” Lucas said slowly. “If I were you, I'd stop with this plan. Gretchen's dangerous. I'd hate to see something terrible happen to you.” Then he opened the side door and left. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “So you want me to kill her?” the man asked, looking at the picture in his hand. The woman nodded vehemently, her brunette curls bouncing. “May I ask the reason?” the man half smirked. “She took what was mine,” she hissed, her pretty face contorted in rage. He nodded, he'd heard that one before. “You have the money?” The woman handed him the envelope. He opened it and counted the money inside. He nodded in satisfaction and placed the envelope in his coat pocket. “I’ll take care of your little problem.” He looked at her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Oh, yes, kill the bitch.” The woman's lips pulled up in a cruel grin. “And make sure you tell her who sent you.”

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8 I coughed and Carole turned away from the book she was reading. She looked at me in approval. “Mmm hmm.” She nodded to herself. “Perfect. You look great.” She grinned. She dragged me out of the room before I could even go to the vanity to put on my makeup. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam kept sneaking glances at me as the limo drove steadily down the road. His mother sat beside me, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Liam sat beside his father who was engrossed in the newspaper article he was reading. He would occasionally catch his wife's eye and wink at her which caused her to giggle like a schoolgirl. When the car stopped and we got out, Liam rushed to my side. He held his arm out for me and I took it. As we walked inside the fancy restaurant, I began to feel nervous. I was out of my element. Decked out in Chanel and Versace with a Valentino coat slung over my shoulders. Liam looked at me and smiled. “You look beautiful,” he said to me. “Don’t be nervous.” I nodded. Liam always seemed to know when I was uncomfortable. It was like he could see right into my soul sometimes. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. The hostess led us to a table full of businessmen who were talking comfortably amongst themselves. I noticed Liam's friend, Lucas, sitting with them. He wasn’t talking though, he just sat there looking bored. “Well, look who it is,” a short, fat man with a slight French accent greeted us. “William, Carole, Liam and...” he trailed off, looking at me. “This is my girlfriend. The beautiful Yvonne,” Liam introduced me. I gave a little wave at them. They all chuckled. “Enchanté, Yvonne, my name is Jacques.” Jacques shook my hand, smiling warmly. Liam pulled out my chair. I was seated next to Lucas. I found it weird how Lucas had the same name as my brother, who I hadn't seen since my falling out with Simon. He also–strangely enough–acted like my brother: silent and brooding. After we ordered and our food was in front of us, the businessmen jumped straight into conversation. Surprisingly, Liam had all the best ideas. All the men– who were obviously way older than him– seemed to respect him and trust his judgement. Midway during our lunch, I felt a tap on my hand. I turned and met Lucas's eyes. He jerked his chin in the direction of the bathrooms. He got up swiftly and left. He wanted me to follow him? “I’ll be back,” I whispered to Liam. He nodded and turned back to the conversation about investments. I went in the direction of the bathroom and looked around. Did he go to the men’s bathroom or the women’s? I crinkled my nose. I really hoped he didn't go into the men's— My thought was cut off when the door to the side of the building opened and a gust of wind nearly knocked me down. A hand shot out and caught my wrist, pulling me outside. I couldn't gasp or scream. I could only think the worst. What if Lucas was some creepy pervert who had pulled me out here so he could have his way with me? I was suddenly standing before Lucas who just looked at me. It was only 11 something and the early morning breeze was sweet and calm. So maybe I had exaggerated the gust of wind just a little. But in my defense I thought I was gonna get raped. Lucas had a cigarette burning between his lips. I wrinkled my nose and backed away. His mouth curled up in what– I think– was supposed to be a smile. “Why did you want to see me?” I asked him, shifting nervously. Something about him was intimidating. He wasn't warm and friendly like Liam. Lucas was quiet for a moment, just staring at me. “I wanted to warn you,” he finally murmured. “Warn me?” My mind automatically shifted to Liam screwing someone. I really hoped he didn't think I cared. “Yeah, about Gretchen.” Gretchen? Liam's secretary? “What about her?” Lucas blew out a puff of smoke and threw his cancer stick to the ground, stepping on it. “Yesterday Gretchen stopped by the café to pick up her usual like she always does. She always asks for me to be her waiter because she thinks the rest of my father's staff is incompetent. So I went to take her order like always. She asked me if Liam was free or not and I told her he was with you. I honestly didn't expect for her to get so pissed. She stood up and left. She didn’t even order.” I blinked at him. “And? So what she got pissy and left? What's so scary about that?” He looked down at his shoes, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed to be fighting himself. He finally looked back up at me. “Look, I know you and Liam aren't really together. I've been his best friend since we were kids, he tells me everything. Including his sexual rendezvous with Gretchen.” He shook his head. “I warned him about her, but he didn't listen. And now Gretchen thinks you two are really together. Gretchen has a history of rubbing off people she thinks stand between her and what she wants.” Rub off? Did he mean Gretchen had people killed? “I’ve known Gretchen for a long time. Way longer than I've even known Liam. And I know if she thinks a woman is trying to take the man she wants, it doesn't end well,” Lucas said slowly. “If I were you, I'd stop with this plan. Gretchen's dangerous. I'd hate to see something terrible happen to you.” Then he opened the side door and left. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “So you want me to kill her?” the man asked, looking at the picture in his hand. The woman nodded vehemently, her brunette curls bouncing. “May I ask the reason?” the man half smirked. “She took what was mine,” she hissed, her pretty face contorted in rage. He nodded, he'd heard that one before. “You have the money?” The woman handed him the envelope. He opened it and counted the money inside. He nodded in satisfaction and placed the envelope in his coat pocket. “I’ll take care of your little problem.” He looked at her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Oh, yes, kill the bitch.” The woman's lips pulled up in a cruel grin. “And make sure you tell her who sent you.”

Blue jeans White shirt Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn -Blue Jeans, Lana Del Rey Sometime later I ended up back in the room I was staying in at Liam's house—after a shopping spree with Liam's mother. I was wearing Versace jeans and a Chanel sweatshirt with the symbol of the crossed C's on my chest. Kayleen was sitting on the bed, her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide. "She's gonna kill you?!" she screamed. "Shh," I shushed her. I walked to the door and peeked out. No one was snooping around. I closed the door and whirled around to glare at her. "Dammit, Kayleen. You gotta be quiet." "Why?" she hissed quietly. "Shouldn't we tell Liam?" I shook my head before she'd even finished speaking. "No. Not yet. We're not sure if she's really trying to kill me yet." I paused. "If things start getting really bad, I'll tell him." Kayleen didn't seem to agree, but she still nodded. "How are you gonna keep yourself safe until then?" she asked, worried. I grinned and flashed a can at her. "Pepper spray," I said simply. A knock sounded on the door and then it opened, revealing Liam who was dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. Again, he made an outfit so simple look like the sexiest thing on the planet. He looked at Kayleen's guilty expression and then he looked at my innocent expression with mistrustful eyes. "Liam," I said, flinching at how high my voice was. I've always been a terrible at covering for myself. I couldn't lie. And sometimes that was a terrible problem. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the office today." "I did." He looked over my shoulder and smiled at Kayleen. "You're Yvonne's friend. Kayleen, right?" I heard her squeak and I knew her face must've been more red than Santa's suit. "Well, your sister and her fiancé are here," Liam told her, his lips were pressed in a thin line. I tilted my head to the side in surprise. Simon and Kate were here? Now? Why had they decided to come now? I was already looking left and right to make sure I didn't get murdered, and now they were here? I let out a sigh. "Well let's go say hi." We all shuffled downstairs. Liam took my hand and squeezed as we walked down the spacious corridor leading to the living room. "Are you okay?" he whispered. I looked over at him in surprise. "Yeah, why?" "You look..." he struggled to find the right word. "...distressed," he finally said. Wow. He was a lot smarter than his pretty boy looks ever let on. I hated to lie. Like I said I was terrible at it. But at this moment, I had to. I forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. That dinner with all your colleagues just took a lot out of me, that's all." He looked like he didn't believe me, but he said nothing. Simon and Kate were sitting together when Kayleen, Liam and I walked in. Kate jumped up and hugged her sister and then grinned at me. "Hey, Vonna." She looked at Liam flirtatiously. "Hi, Liam."

He nodded once, looking bored. Kate looked crestfallen and I knew why. She was used to guys fawning all over her. So, for Liam to treat her like she didn't even exist had to drive her crazy. This pissed me off. She already took my fiancé from me, was she really trying to take Liam too. He wasn't really mine, but fuck, she didn't know that. "So what brings you two here?" I asked after we'd taken our seat. Kayleen—bless her soul—looked incredibly uncomfortable. She looked from me to Liam to Kate to Simon and back again. "Well, I hope it's not too soon, but I wanted to ask you to be my bridesmaid." She smiled nervously. Everyone looked at me. Liam, Simon, Kate, Kayleen —the whole fuckin room turned and stared at me. "Yeah, of course." I smiled a real smile as I thought. This would be the perfect opportunity to rub Liam in both of their faces. "This is so great!" she shrieked, reaching over and hugging me. I stiffly patted her on the back. When she let me go, I saw Liam raise an eyebrow from the corner of my eye. Kayleen looked shocked, but pleased at the same time. My problems with Simon and Kate seemed a lot smaller now considering Gretchen may or may not be trying to kill me. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ After Simon, Kate and Kayleen finally left—which was around nine o'clock— I slumped on the couch, physically and mentally exhausted. Liam sat beside me, just looking at me. After a while of this, I finally broke. "What?" I snapped in annoyance. "There's something you're not telling me, Yvonne," he finally murmured. "There's a lot of things I'm not telling you." I covered my nervousness with attitude. "We only met four days ago." It was surreal to believe it had only been four days since Liam and I had met and now here I was. Living in a castle-like mansion, wearing expensive designer clothes and talking to one of the most gorgeous men on the planet. Although my job paid me more than enough, I wasn't into designer clothes. I preferred things more simple. Liam's lips pulled down at the corners. It was amazing how he could still manage to look amazing while scowling. "Don't play dumb, Yvonne. We both know you're not stupid. What aren't you telling me?" I laughed—the sound was a little breathy and nervous. "Honestly, Liam, I don't know what you're talking about." Liam just stared at me. I remember how he kept telling me what a bad liar I was. How he could see right through me. And I knew for sure that he could see right through my façade. I had to get out. Now! I jumped up to leave, but Liam seemed to have guessed my plan. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down. I struggled against his strong yet gentle hands to no avail. He was just too strong. I pouted and he chuckled. "Hope you didn't have a hot date." "Actually, I did." "What?" His eyes burned with anger. "Yep. With my bed." I sighed. "Oh." His mood brightened and he grinned widely. "Of course you couldn't fall in love with any other guy when I'm around," he said cockily. "I mean why would you want someone else when you could have this." He gestured vainly to himself. I rolled my eyes. Okay, so what he looked really good today with those blue jeans and simple white shirt? So what he had eyes so blue they made the sky dim in comparison? So what underneath those clothes that guy was packing major muscle? So what? He was a cocky asshole and I hated cocky assholes. He played girls like a violinist played a violin. And that's what he was doing to me. Playing me. He wanted to get me in bed so he could tell everyone he'd finally screwed the black chick who was so hard to get. Well, he wouldn't get that chance. I wasn't gonna give my virginity to him. No way. "Liam, can you let me go? I'm tired." He looked at me and, undoubtedly, saw my tired looking expression. I was tired. Today had been a long day. Liam nodded and let me go, his face unreadable. I left and I didn't need to look back to know his eyes were on me. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ He watched as she got into bed, completely unaware that she was being watched. He snapped a few pictures with his camera and walked away quickly before anyone could catch him there. He had to admit, this job made him feel guilty. And by this job he didn't mean being a hitman. He'd killed countless people in his time. No, it wasn't the job that made him feel guilty, it was her. The girl. She reminded him of someone...someone who he loved... Someone long gone. He shook his head. He had to do it. And he had to do it soon. ★★★★★★★★★★ I felt like I was being watched so I ended up closing the curtains shut before laying down again. Again, like the first night, I couldn't sleep. I frowned. I didn't want to ask Liam to come sleep with me. That would just be...weird. But eventually the door opened and there he stood, shirtless and sexy before me. He smiled and said nothing, only climbed into bed beside me and held me close to him. I fell asleep easily after that.

Wow! ride on

Can't wait for the next episode

That is gonna be Lil difficult

hmmm... trying to be too hard

Hmmm... Just be careful Yvonne

Hmmmm.Next

I hope this man will not kill Yvonne...you are doing a good job dear,ride on

Hope that guy won't harm Yvonne

Wooow I'm loving this story already

I Like The Way U Post Stories. So Interestx

His parents are happy with u now so what would u do ,an be careful with that Gretchen

Let if flow like river Jordan

This is getting hot

Nice Story ... Pls Include Me In Ur Nxt Episode

9 Watching me Watching me I can feel you pull me down –Haunted , Evanescence When I left the house that next morning, I felt this tingle all over my skin. It was that tingle you felt when you knew you were being watched. That tingle that shot you from head to toe. I had convinced Liam to let me walk to work like I used to. Just because I lived with a billionaire didn't mean I was gonna milk it for all it was worth. I was independent. I could get there on my own. But as I walked the sensation of being watched grew stronger. Chills ran down my spine. I quickly entered Grover Inc. and headed into my office, shutting the door behind me. Could Lucas have been right? Could Gretchen really be trying to kill me? No. No, of course not. Gretchen was a lot of things but a murderer couldn't be one of them. Then I heard banging at my door and I jumped, fearing the worse. “Bitch, you better open this door!” I heard Levi yell, undoubtedly attracting attention. I quickly opened it and pulled him inside. I poked my head out and said, “Sorry,” to the small crowd that had formed around my office door. When they dispersed, I shut the door and turned to Levi. “What the hell, Levi?” I snapped. “You’re gonna get me fired.” “Fuck being fired,” Levi snapped back, clearly pissed. “When were you gonna tell me– your best friend– that someone was trying to kill you?” Oh no, Kayleen, you didn't! “Kayleen came by today. I could tell she was worried about something and she let it slip that Liam's secretary wants to kill you. ” He shook his head in an agitated manner. “Damn, you could've told me.” “I would've,” I finally stammered out after a few seconds of silence. “It’s just that you're so...rash. You always do things without thinking. Kayleen isn't as...wild as you, so I told her instead of you or Martia.” “You’re damn right I'm rash, Yvonne. Someone's trying to kill you for crying out loud!” Levi was obviously very exasperated. “What is Liam doing about this situation.” I shifted from side to side under his intense gaze. “You didn’t tell him, did you?” I frowned and that seemed to be the only answer he needed. “Seriously? Are you crazy? You're with a guy who could easily put an end to this problem and you didn't tell him?” “I’m not sure if Gretchen is really trying to kill me,” I protested. “What the hell are you waiting for Yvonne?” Levi snapped, livid. “Are you waiting for someone to show up at your office with a gun and just kill you here?” My frown deepened as I listened. “Listen, honey, you gotta tell Liam. Maybe he can help you.” He walked over to the door, opened it, then looked over his shoulder at me. “If you don't tell him I will.” ★★★★★★★★★★ She left Grover Inc. and was walking back to the Hawke manor as if she were distracted. She'd constantly look back, as though she could feel his eyes on her. The way she walked, the stubborn set of her mouth and the fire in her eyes... She's so much like her, his subconscious whispered. He shook his head and continued to watch her. He shoved his hand into the pocket of his coat and felt the envelope, overflowing with money. It was time... ★★★★★★★★★ I arrived to the Hawke residence way earlier than Liam, William and Carole. I was alone. I wasn't sure whether I should feel relieved or afraid. I was relieved. Relieved that I didn't have to face Liam just yet. But at the same time being here alone was nerve wracking. I took a shower and dressed in sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a note sitting on the island waiting for me. When I opened it money fell out. I've gone home for the night, it read. There’s money inside this, which you already know by now. Paul should be bringing Liam, William and Carole back by 9:00 tonight. –Chauncey I looked at the clock. It was only 7:00. So I had to stay here alone for two hours? I was tempted to pick up my cell and call my friends over, but that was just silly of me. I shouldn't have to be afraid of being alone. I ended up just making myself something to eat and leaving the money inside the note. I didn't really want to spend their money, even if they were billionaires. After I finished eating, there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:40. So obviously that wasn't Liam and his parents. Besides, I'm sure they had a key. I warily walked to the door and opened it. A tall handsome man stood before me. He was only twenty five at the most, with shaggy brown hair and deep sea green eyes. “Yes?” I said timidly. “My car broke down,” he said to me. He spoke with an English accent. “I was wondering if I could use your phone.” “Don’t you have a cellphone?” I looked at him mistrustfully. “It’s dead,” he answered, showing me his dead screen as proof. My phone was upstairs, charging. The only phone around was the house phone in the kitchen. I pursed my lips and nodded. “There’s a phone in the kitchen.” I opened the door wider, letting him in.

grave mistake...why would u allow a stranger into ur home

what will now happen please liam come home ooooo

a big mistake u made Yvonne

You shouldn't hv allowed him in

Something is wrong with Gretchen brain

See Suspense ooo,@Chimmy where are u ooo

u just made a grave mistake gal

Hmm I hope that guy isn't the assassin and if so I only hope someone would come to ur aid

Yvonne are u a fool..firstly u allowed a stranger into someone else house nd u know u're alone...girl u don fuck up

i just hope you did not make a grave danger

you let someone you dont knw in?

Episode 3,4,6 and now 8 is missing I don't understand

Haaa! u've made a mistake He may be d assasin next pls

u av made a mistake

let see wat will happen.

just use the arrow to select each page number starting from page 1 to the current page, you will see them. she is updating her story really fast that is why. I was wondering the same thing also until I use the arrow @munapeters

Ur writeup is very interesting

10 I honestly have to say, I was weary letting a stranger in. Oddly enough I kept thinking of Snow White. How the queen disguised herself as a merchant and showed up at the door. And Snow White– being kindhearted to the point of foolishness – let her in. The result of her foolishness was that she was poisoned and put into a temporary sleep. As I was thinking this, the man came from the kitchen. “Thanks,” he said, leaning against the wall casually. I swallowed. The way he moved was so...calculated. So cunning. Something uneasy stirred in the pit of my stomach. I glanced at the clock. It was eight o'clock sharp. Nervously, I toyed with the ribbon that tied my hair back in a loose ponytail. The man watched. Was I imagining the look of sadness in his green eyes? “So you're Liam Hawke’s new love,” he said quietly, his voice was so silky and so velvety that not even a kings fine robes could compare. I sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” He pursed his lips, looking pained. “Hey, are you okay?” I got up slowly and walked toward him, weighing every step I took with caution. He looked at me, his eyes holding mine. I could sense his sadness, almost like it was my own. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway filled my ears and I turned away from my visitor and looked out the window. I saw William helping Carole out of the car and Liam standing close by, laughing. They were back an hour earlier than they were supposed to be. I turned back and suddenly the man was close to me. His eyes trapping mine, holding them in his intense gaze. “Too much kindness is a bad thing, Miss. Michaels.” I blinked, wondering how he knew my name. When the lock clicked and the door began opening, he ran as quickly and quietly as an assassin. My hair swirled around my face and in horror I realized he took my ribbon. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ Sneaking from the Hawke residence was easy. And once he was far enough away, he replayed everything. The way she'd looked as she opened the door. The way her big brown eyes had looked into his. Never before had he felt this way about someone he was assigned to kill. When she'd turned her back to look out of the window, he'd had his dagger ready. He was ready to take her life. But, for some reason, his hand refused. He couldn't bring himself to bring his hand down and kill her. It would've been so easy. He sighed as he walked. The cool October night air whipping his hair back. He held a single pink ribbon in his hand, clutching it like his life depended on it. She has no idea. No idea how she's effecting me... ★★★★★★★★★★★★ “Yvonne, are you alright? You don't look so good,” Liam murmured, staring at me in worry. I had told Liam I needed to speak with him and now we were in the room I slept in here. I swallowed and threw him the most sarcastic, bitchy expression I could muster. “Gee, thanks a bunch.” Liam grinned cockily. “I knew you preferred it when I told you how attractive you were.” He paused and his eyes widened in excitement as a thought occurred to him. “Is that why you bought me to your room? Were you planning on seducing me?” I rolled my eyes. “No, never. Now chill.” I frowned. I hadn't wanted it to come to this, but Levi was right. “Liam, I think Gretchen is trying to kill me.” Liam's expression went from blank to shocked to angry in a matter of seconds. “She what? ” I have never seen Liam this angry. He was usually always so calm. This side of him was unnerving. “At the restaurant we went to where you were talking to your colleagues Lucas pulled me outside and told me how Gretchen was jealous of the time you've been spending with me. Lucas said she had a history of killing people who she thinks stand between her and what she wants. “And then right before you came home, this English guy showed up at the door and said his car broke down. I let him come in and use the phone. He didn't do anything but I got this vibe. I think he was the one hired to kill me.” Liam's voice was strained as he said, “This Englishman, what did he look like?” “He had shaggy brown hair and green eyes.” I tried to remember him further. “He had a lightening bolt tattoo on his right hand.” Liam's expression was unfathomable as he murmured, “I see. Don't worry about anything, Yvonne. I'll handle it.” And he turned and left. The way his eyes had burned and the quiet anger in his voice sent chills down my spine. It was obvious that Liam Hawke was not an enemy you'd want to make. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam stepped out of Yvonne's room, pissed. His breathing was erratic and his heart was pounding. When Yvonne had bought him to her room he thought: She's finally gonna let me tap that. And, honestly he had no problem with that. He was more than prepared to give her the kind of sex she'd dream about and crave for the next century. But when she'd told him about Gretchen... He shook his head and headed into his room. He grabbed his cellphone. He dialed and waited as it rang. It went to voicemail. “Hey, it's Lucas. I'm not in right now, but you know what to do.” His voice was monotonous. “Hey, Lucas, call me back we need to talk.” He clenched his hand into a fist and said, “Ryan is back and he's after Yvonne.”

Ryan?!, seems like Liam knows what is going on.

Hm thank Gid for the timely intervention

So Liam knows the guy?

So Liam know Ryan, dis is ridiculous. Yvonne need to be very careful

Interesting Ride on

Yvonne,you need to be careful oooo

hmmm liam knows the guy... problem half solve. tank god you told him. ride on

11 “I still can't believe y'all kept this from me!” Martia shouted, fuming. “I mean my main bitch has some dry faced ass bitch trying to kill her all because she wants some of Liam's D? Hell no. I do not think so. I'll cut that bitch! I'll fuckin...” As she prattled on in gruesome detail how she planned to kill Gretchen, Levi leaned over and whispered, “Okay, so maybe you were right. I shouldn't have told Martia.” I glared at him. “You think?” “Martia calm down. People are staring,” Kayleen said soothingly, glancing around Starbucks and smiling apologetically at all the eyes on us. Martia grumbled some explicit words under her breath, but seemed to have settled down. Levi looked at me and asked the big question. “Did you tell Liam?” I nodded slowly and he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I thought I was gonna have to corner him at his office and tell him. Not that I would have a problem with that.” Levi looked like he was salivating as he pictured Liam. I rolled my eyes and continued. “He told me not to worry about anything. He said he'd handle it.” “Did he tell you how?” Kayleen asked, cocking her head to the side. I shook my head. I suddenly remembered how Liam's face had looked last night. So dark and intense. “I’m not worried though,” I told them. “I have a feeling Liam's in the process of handling it right now.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★ “I never thought I'd hear that name again,” William said quietly, looking at Liam sadly. Liam had just explained the situation to his father who was shocked to put it mildly. “And you're sure it was Ryan?” William pressed. Liam nodded. When Yvonne had described that tattoo on his hand he knew immediately who they were up against. He'd never forget Ryan Whitman. He clenched his hand into a fist and said, “Dad, if Gretchen has anything to do with this–” “Then necessary actions will be taken,” William interrupted his son, his mind already miles away. “But first we'll need to prove Gretchen is the one responsible for this.” Liam nodded, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yes I know. But that could take a while. Until then I think we should find Ryan.” His father nodded in agreement. “Until then Gretchen should continue being your secretary. Keep an eye on her.” Liam nodded. He would find Ryan and put him and Gretchen in jail where they belonged. Although they hadn’t known each other for long, Liam had a soft spot in his heart for Yvonne. Messing with her was like messing with him. And no one messed with Liam Hawke and got away with it. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “What’s taking you so long?” Gretchen snapped at him through the other side of his phone. He could not see her, yet he could imagine how her face looked at that moment–stiff and contorted in anger. “Killing the girl will be harder than it seems,” Ryan said calmly. Gretchen was on speakerphone and Ryan was cleaning his gun. She sighed in frustration. “Can you please speed this up? I want her dead.” Ryan pursed his lips. He knew what he had to do but whenever he imagined her face again... “Okay,” he agreed halfheartedly. “You’re right. I'll end her life soon enough.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I was walking home later that night alone. Levi had literally begged to drive me home, but I had declined. I told him the same thing I told Liam– that I couldn't or wouldn't live in fear. I was only about two minutes from the Hawke residence when he appeared. He literally seemed to appear out of thin air. One moment it was just me, walking alone, and the next he was there. He was leaning against the streetlight pole, dressed head to toe in black. I stopped and blinked. He wore the same expression he had worn when we met yesterday night–sadness. “You’re that guy from last night.” Duh, my subconscious taunted me. Way to state the obvious, Yvonne. He sighed and inched closer. His movements caught my attention and I inched back in response. “I really don't want to do this.” His voice was sorrowful, pleading. “But I have to...” I shook my head before he'd finished. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to do,” I said, my voice was as pleading as his had been. I was pleading for my life. “You don't have to kill me.” He looked at me and smiled sadly. “You’re so much like her,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “You don't have to do this.” His behavior was actually quite erratic. He laughed without humor and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a gun. He pointed it straight at me, the wistful expression never leaving his eyes. “You’re so young,” he whispered, swallowing. “ When you were eighteen, fresh out of high school, you just so happened to be friends with Donatello Grover's son who was more than willing to hire you to his father's firm. And then you met Liam Hawke. One of the wealthiest men in the world.” He laughed bitterly. “You’ve had a lot of luck. She was lucky too. Luck and beauty were on her side–just like you.” He was rambling, sounding more and more insane as he spoke. A loud click caught my attention and I returned my focus on his steady hand and the gun pointing right at me. “I don't want to, but I have to.” I was frozen in fear. My limbs became weak, but I couldn't show weakness. Instead I did something that surprised me, I surged forward and closed the gap between us. He gave a surprised grunt as I knocked him down. I rolled off of him and ran. I ran much quicker than I thought I could. Suddenly I was tackled from the side. My attacker and I rolled into the bushes. I kicked and scrambled, clawing at his eyes and his cheeks as he held me down. He cursed and said, “Yvonne it's me.” I stopped fighting and focused on the person hovering me. His blonde hair was luminous, even in the dark. His blue eyes shone down on mine, only this time they were not mischievous –they were deadly. “Liam,” I whispered in relief. I never thought I'd be so glad to see him in my life. He rose, pulling me up with him. He pulled me along, looking in the direction where that man had been. The street was empty except for the two of us, standing side by side. It was as if my almost assassin had never been there at all.

interesting

Hmm what a relief but Yvonne u are too stubborn u need to change ur attitude walking alone will create problems for

Hmmmmm, dis game between yvonne+Liam against gretchen+Ryan will soon turn to hide and seek. Bring the next episode on

Why will you allow him into your house A common stranger

Yvonne u are stubborn this was a narrow escape

Hope you ain't putting yourself in harms way

Hnmmmmn......narrow escape

What would happened to u now

12 “Are you sure you're okay?” Liam asked for the millionth time. It was all I could do to refrain from turning my eyes to the sky and asking for God to come take me now. I knew he was worried and wallowing in guilt over me almost getting killed and him almost not being there in time. “Jesus Christ let her breathe,” Chauncey cried out in annoyance, rolling his eyes. “Here darling, I made you some tea,” said Carole handing me a mug. “I told you to let me drive you home,” Levi shouted at me, his hands shaking. “Didn’t I, Martia?” He looked at Martia for confirmation and she nodded once. “You should've gotten a ride with us,” Kayleen finally spoke, her voice quiet. “You could've died tonight.” “I know that,” I snapped. I realized how much of a bitch I was being and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. “I just can't live in a world where I'm constantly living in fear, having to always be afraid. I guess in a way I was resisting because I won't live like that.” And because I don't want to seem weak , I mentally added. Liam seemed to hear my thoughts and he looked at me, seemingly searching for something. When he found it, he nodded slowly. “I understand that, Yvonne, but I can't have you risking yourself like this again,” Liam said quietly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Everyone in the room–Chauncey, William, Carole, Levi, Martia and Kayleen– nodded their heads in agreement. “So from now on, I will have Paul drive you to and from work.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he just raised a hand to cut me off. “End of discussion,” he said sternly. I just sighed and let it go. Looking around and into the eyes of everyone surrounding me, I knew I had lost this argument. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ When everything had died down and everyone had finally left, I found myself on the balcony in my nightgown and robe. I looked up at the moon–it was full and bright tonight–and I thought of the man again. His shaggy brown hair and sad sea green eyes. The tattoo of lightening on his hand. I shuddered as it finally dawned on me how close I'd come to death tonight. It all could've ended tonight. I would've never gotten to tell the ones I loved goodbye. I would've never gotten the chance to get back at Simon and Kate. As I thought that, Liam's face popped into my head. And I know most people would think it was because I had feelings for him, but that was simply not the case. I thought of him because I would’ve never gotten to tell him thank you. For his kindness and for creating a plan to get revenge on the two people who wronged me. Cocky asshole or not, I was still grateful to him. “Yvonne?” I turned at the sound of the voice and my eyes met Liam’s. He was still dressed in his Armani suit and Gucci shoes. I was surprised he hadn't changed yet. It was ten-something by now. “Liam,” I addressed him quietly. He smiled softly and walked to stand right beside me. We looked at the moon together for a short time and finally he turned to look at me. “Why are you still awake?” he wondered quietly. I kept my eyes on the moon, not meeting his eyes. “I can't sleep,” I answered. I saw Liam purse his lips. “I couldn't either.” We stared at the moon together in solemn silence for the longest time until fatigue came over me. “You’re tired,” Liam said matter-of-factly. I nodded and walked back inside, Liam trailed behind me. He slid the door closed silently and walked me to my room. When we got there I'm not gonna lie, I felt awkward. I wasn't sure I wanted to be alone tonight. And with Liam around I felt much safer. But I couldn't ask him to sleep with me. I was cringing in embarrassment at the thought of it. I could only hope he would decide to stay on his own. He looked at me and I looked back, internally begging him to stay. He cupped the back of his neck with his hand and said, “I really don't want to leave you alone.” He frowned. “With everything that's happened, leaving you alone is a bad idea, so I think I should stay with you.” He looked at me for approval, looking oddly nervous. I swallowed and nodded. It wasn't like he hadn't slept in my bed before. Why was I so nervous? Maybe because you're in l– I cut that thought off before I could even finish it. Because if I thought it then it would be true. And I wasn’t ready for it to be true. ★★★★★★★★★ “Seriously, how hard can it be to kill one girl?” Gretchen yelled at him, her face livid. “I warned you it would be difficult to kill her,” Ryan responded calmly. He had to admit, he hadn't planned on her attacking him. She was just full of surprises. It made his heart race in a good and bad way. Good because it felt like flying and bad because he should not feel like this. Liam and Lucas were also nuisances. He had just barely escaped Lucas’ clutches. He knew it was stupid to piss of a Hawke–especially Liam–but he needed the money. And while, admittedly, he could've taken another job, this was the one that called to him. And now he knew why. It was her. As Gretchen yelled at him about his ‘incompetence’ he thought of Yvonne. He reached into his pocket and his fingers immediately came in contact with her silk ribbon. His heart lifted for the second time that night. ★★★★★★★★★★ As Liam and I lay side by side, my heart strangely wouldn't stop pounding. This pounding was different than the normal heart pounding I experienced when he was close. Where my heart raced because he was so handsome. And I began to wonder if maybe I was... “Yvonne, could you do me a favor tomorrow?” Liam asked suddenly. I supposed I did owe him. He was currently helping me get revenge on the two traitors and protecting me from his psychotic assistant. I nodded then said, “Sure,” when I realized he couldn't see me in the dark. “Every year my family holds a Halloween Masquerade Ball. People love it. It's pretty popular. ” He wasn't kidding. The Hawke Halloween Masquerade Ball was always the town's favorite subject from October and halfway through November. “I’ve heard of it,” I said to him. “What do you want me to do?” “Well for the next week or so my mother will be very busy with the preparations and she’ll need some help. So I would appreciate it if you would help her prepare for it.” I knew what he was truly saying. He'd feel more comfortable if I stayed somewhere he would know I was safe. Somewhere surrounded by people. “Yeah, okay, I'll help her,” I said quietly to him. “Thank you,” he said gratefully. Then he pulled me to him so my head was on his chest. And comfortable, safe and warm, I fell asleep.

Tank God,d poster of dis story is making the story more interesting,welldone

Liam seems to be a real man

U escape death the second time

Interesting

You guys chemistry will soon start kicking in

13 “Oh, Yvonne, I'm so grateful for your help today,” Carole said, smiling kindly at me. “Things can get so stressful when we plan the Halloween Masquerade Ball.” She frowned. “I shudder to think about the Christmas party, then the New Year's party.” She placed her forefingers on her temple and took deep breaths muttering, “Deep breaths, Carole. Deep breaths.” I smiled at her. “It was really my pleasure. I can help you with the Christmas and New Year's party if you'd like.” She smiled at me. “If it's not too much of an imposition, I'd love that.” I laughed. “No imposition at all, Mrs. Hawke.” “Please, Yvonne, I've asked this of you a million times.” She shook her head. “Call me Carole.” “Right. Carole.” She grinned at me, flashing her pearly white teeth and said, “Shall we get to work?” “Yes we shall,” I responded. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “I can't believe you were actually able to convince Yvonne not to come to work today,” Daniel Grover scoffed at Liam. He sat in the chair right across from Liam, glaring at him belligerently over the oak desk. “Yvonne’s safety is in question,” Liam responded, looking at Daniel in disgust. “You’ve been in love with her for years, shouldn't you care?” “Of course I care,” Daniel snarled incredulously. “And you don't know anything about me. How are you gonna categorize my feelings for Yvonne?” Liam raised one perfect eyebrow. “So, are you objecting to being in love with her?” Daniel's nostrils flared–both in indignation and embarrassment. He remained quiet. Liam smirked and said, “That’s what I thought. I understand why you find her appealing. She has quite a personality.” “You sound like you're in love with her,” Daniel observed. “I don't know if I'd call wanting someone in my bed being in love.” He said it so surely but why did it feel untrue? “Why did you ask me here anyway?” “I need your help,” Liam stated simply. Daniel eyed Liam with mistrust. “Really? And why would I help you ?” Daniel scoffed, not believing his ears. “Because you love Yvonne.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “Levi, I really don't think this is a good idea,” I complained. “Bitch, it's a wonderful idea.” He rolled his eyes. After Carole and I had called caterers, interviewed three DJs, talked to a party planner and went to numerous stores in search of the perfect Halloween decorations, Levi came over and stole me away. I'd been running all over town all day and really did not want to be whisked away. But once Levi wanted something there was no use fighting him.

And now we were in his car. On our way to Liam's office. So Levi could see “this Gretchen bitch”–his words exactly–with his own eyes. “Besides, don't you wanna see bae?” he asked, grinning at me. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't tell Levi that Liam wasn't really bae. Liam was only pretending to be bae to get back at Kate and my ex bae. When we arrived I stayed still. Levi looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Yvonne, come on out and show me the bitch. I just wanna see what we're up against. I'm not gonna pimp smack her unless she asks for it.” I just sighed and got out of the car. There was really no use in trying to fight Levi. We walked to the elevator and we were silent the entire time. The elevator gave a soft ding and Levi and I stepped out. Gretchen looked up, her smile friendly when she saw Liam. Then she looked at me and her smile faltered. “We’re here to see Liam,” I said to her coolly. Levi just stared at her with his lips pursed. She frowned and nodded stiffly. “Of course you are,” she muttered dryly, glaring at me. “Unfortunately, Mr. Hawke is in a seeing Mr. Grover right now.” He was meeting Danny? That shocked me, especially since Liam seemed less than fond of him. “Well tell him we stopped buy.” She rolled her eyes and nodded, it was clear she was not gonna tell Liam that we were here. And I know it was stupid as hell. And I know I shouldn't try to be a smart ass with the person who was trying to kill me. But my inner-bitch got the best of me. I smiled sweetly at her and said, “Oh, never mind. I'll just tell him when he comes to bed tonight.” And then I turned on my heel and left with a gaping Levi following close behind me. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “You are badass! ” Levi shouted at me as he parked outside of the huge mansion. “I mean I was waiting for her to say something so I could smack that bitch, but you handled that.” I grimaced and shook my head. “I probably should've kept my mouth shut though.” I sighed and leaned back in my seat. “Hey, you've got a backbone girl. The way Frank and Marcine raised you.” Levi was on a first name basis with my parents who I hadn't spoken to since about a week before I met Liam. I missed them. “Anyway, you should get some rest,” Levi told me quietly, interrupting my inner monologue. I nodded. He was right. I was exhausted. “Be careful on your way back,” I said to him, opening my door slightly and looking at him. It was cold and I held in my shiver. He grinned wickedly. “Bitch, I'm 6'2, made of muscle and I keep myself strapped. I'll be fine. You just be careful, even with Liam around, don't let your guard down.” I nodded and finally stepped out of the car, closing it behind me. Levi waited until I had opened the front door with the key Carole had given me, before he drove off. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ “I want her dead and I want her dead now! ” Gretchen yelled in his face. “And how would you propose I kill her?” Ryan asked, annoyed. He'd had enough of this woman. “She’s being protected at all angles. By Luke and Daniel and worst Liam Hawke.” He spat out the name, hatred in his core. “We have to take advantage of the Masquerade Ball they're throwing.” Although Gretchen spoke quietly Ryan's ears–which were trained to hear basically everything –heard her clearly. He grinned. “I have an idea.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★ When Liam came home, he came straight to my room. I was lying down, reading a book when he busted through the door and fell onto my bed. I looked at him. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted, his blonde hair askew. He looked like Heaven. I wanted to kiss him. His blue eyes snapped open all of a sudden and he looked at me. It was as if he could sense my feelings. “I’m not too tired to have sex with you, if that's what you want.” He grinned. I frowned at him. Did he always have to ruin my moments with his big ass mouth? I rolled my eyes and saved my page. Liam rolled over and nestled his head against the pillow. I reached over and turned out the lights. I relaxed against the pillows and soon I heard Liam snoring softly. I looked over and realized he was still wearing his suit. I smiled softly and removed his jacket and his tie and his shirt, throwing them to the floor. I have to admit, taking off his clothes made my heart pound. It was silly and I knew it. I fought it and I would continue to fight it. There was no way I could ever let myself fall in love with Liam Hawke.

interesting stuff you've got here

Nxt

Ride on

Pls ride on

Why are you always stubborn

I think he also feel the same way

Second tym ur escaping death

Wow! this is getting interesting....ride on @chinny. got ur back

Waitx

Continue

Waiting

U can't bottle the feeling for long

You can't hide it too long

continue pls Yvonne I knw u won't be able 2 hold dat feelings 4 long

let's see ao it goes

I think Liam is in love with u

you are in already so don't denies it as someone said you can not bottles your felling for him

Datz strange

14 The day had arrived. October 31st. Halloween. The day of ghosts and ghouls and candy. Carole had gone through the liberty of buying me a costume. I had put it on. I wore a long, flowing white halter top dress. The fabric was soft and beautiful. I wore a gold bracelet on my upper arm of a snake. I wore a short, black wig that hung just above my shoulders and a golden headpiece that–from the weight–had to be made with real gold and diamonds. I wore an typical Egyptian's cat eye with light golden eye shadow. My face seemed to have an Egyptians glow. I even wore sandals that came up to my knee. I grinned at my reflection. I had to admit it: I looked really hot. There was a soft knock at the door and then Levi peeked his head in. He slipped into the room, dressed as an attractive vampire. Women would hate it when they found out he was gay. “Whoa, Vonna, ” he breathed, gaping at me. “You look hot. Girl I know Liam must want to hit that.” I grinned at him. “You look pretty hot too, my little homosexual vampire.” He rolled his eyes and said, “Bitch, shut up. All the guests have arrived. It's a arena in there. I mean there are literally thousand s of people down there.” I frowned, feeling slightly nervous. “Well, let's go down there and get ’em,” I said, shaking off my nervousness. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Ryan stood in the back with the table overflowing with food. He kept an eye on both Lucas and Liam while simultaneously scanning the room for Yvonne. He didn't see her, though. And it made him anxious. And finally he saw her. She was walking down the stairs gracefully, linked arm in arm with some brown haired guy dressed as a vampire. His first thought was, She's beautiful. She was dressed a Cleopatra, only she should've been Isis or Aphrodite. She looked more like a goddess than a human. Gretchen came slinking over to him, her eyes were on Yvonne just like everyone else. Liam’s jaw was slack and even Lucas– who was always internally dead– was gaping at Yvonne like she was a religion he was more than willing to convert to. “Tonight you and I will both get what we want,” Gretchen said softly in his ear. “You get Cleopatra's knock off and I get the 1950’s gangster.” She grinned and flounced off. Ryan smiled as Yvonne laughed when Lucas kissed her hand, driving Liam to yell at him. Ryan could hear him even from the distance. “Don’t kiss Yvonne, she's mine. ” Ryan chuckled. Poor naïve Liam. He should enjoy these next few hours with Yvonne because after tonight, he'd never see her again. ★★★★★★★★★ After an awkward arrival where everyone stared at me like I was ice cream, I finally found my place at the party. And Levi was right, the mansion was packed, crowded with costumed men, women and children. But as time went on, I became more and more tired. I had been asked to dance so many times I lost count. I had eaten two pieces of pumpkin pie, complimented numerous people on their costumes and smiled so much my face was aching. I ended up on the balcony. I was ecstatic to be away from the craziness of the party inside. Liam kept glancing over at me, but the women swarming around him made it nearly impossible for him to leave. I smiled. He did look extremely sexy dressed as a 1950’s gangster. Not that I was interested in him or anything. The door to the balcony opened and closed. I smiled and turned, expecting to see Liam. Instead of blue eyes, I met a pair of piercing sad gray eyes. My breath caught. I knew exactly who I was facing. Ryan. He removed his mask and sure enough the light from the party inside illuminated the planes of his face, exposing his always sad, wistful expression. “How did you get in here?” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. He cocked his head to the side and said, “Gretchen.” I nodded and swallowed, feeling a little sick. “So...you're gonna kill me now?” Dammit, Yvonne! Why would you ask him that? Are you stupid? He laughed for the first time since I met him. The sound was low, hearty, deep. “Gretchen and I came to an...agreement. I'm no longer killing you.” I looked at him, not daring to believe my ears. “You’re not?” My voice was quiet and tentative. He shook his head and answered, “However, since I'm sparing your life I must ask something of you.” I didn't want my life to be on the line again. I just nodded. He held out his hand and said, “Come with me. We'll only be gone a few minutes.” I wasn't sure I trusted Ryan. At the same time, though, I didn't not trust him. Besides if I didn't go he might just put my life on the rocks again and I didn't want that. I took his hand and he pulled me close to him, jumping into the darkness with me in his arms.

Liam will screw d hell out of u. But i think Liam is in for reall

Yvonne don enter one chance

One chance oo. I just pray someone gets to find out on time.

Hope someone notice on time

Liam will be a little bit devastated if am not mistaken

I just pray someone noticed on time

15 I was feeling a little shaky as Ryan led me through the forest. I thought of how the huntsman had led Snow White into the forest and cut out her heart... It made me very nervous. But still, I walked with him. We were side by side. He kept a firm grip on my wrist as we walked. “Where are you taking me?” I asked him, finally breaking the dead silence. He glanced at me and sighed, saying nothing. I swallowed, my throat now dry, kicking myself for agreeing with this. How stupid could I be? He finally stopped, and let me go. We were surrounded by flowers. All of them swaying gently in the breeze, seemingly radiant in the moonlight. I looked around me in awe, it was singlehandedly the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. “What is this place?” I gasped, gaping at the scenery. “This,” –his deep voice spoke from behind me– “is where I fell in love for the first time.” I looked at him and found him watching me. His gaze was intense, unwavering. “What do you mean?” I was pleased my voice didn't shake. Ryan gestured for me to sit down on the grass. It would ruin the dress and Levi would grill me about ruining a custom made Louis Vuitton dress, but I was in the forest with an assassin—this dress was the least of my worries. I took off the diamond and gold encrusted headpiece I was wearing and sat down on the cool grass. Ryan sat down beside me. “I wasn't always a killer,” he began softly, closing his eyes. “I was just a normal man once. A man in love.” He chuckled slowly, a far away look in his eyes. “Her name was Lana and she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life.” He looked at me sadly. “Was?” I asked quietly. Ryan was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “This is where I met her. She was crying. She was sitting right where you are now. I asked her what was wrong. “‘Nothing,’ she said, looking up at me with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. ‘I just find it cleansing for the soul to cry every once in a while. To let all the things that hold you down go.’” He smiled fondly. “I knew I loved her at that very moment. We would come here everyday to meet. And every time I saw her, I fell deeper in love with her. “And then it happened. Lana had been talking about how she felt she was being followed. I let her stay with me, to keep an eye on her. Months went by and she was safe, but she still stayed with me. We preferred living together. I loved waking up beside her every morning. “One day I came home from work and I called out for her, but she didn't respond. I was immediately worried. Lana was always home by the time I would come in. I sat my things down and called her cell, thinking maybe she'd lost track of time.” Ryan closed his eyes, swallowing hard. When he spoke again his voice was so quiet I had to lean in close to catch what he was saying. “I heard a rustling from our bedroom. And I smiled, thinking she was there and everything was fine. I slipped my hand inside my pocket, making sure the box that contained the engagement ring I was gonna give to her was still there. It was.

“When I went into the bedroom, I slipped. I caught myself on the wall and flipped the switch on. I then realized I was standing in blood. Not just anyone’s blood, her blood. Her body was crumpled on the floor. Her eyes which were once so full of wonder and light were lifeless.” He hung his head. My hand hovered above his shoulder. I was torn. How should I comfort him? He raised his head and I quickly let my hand fall, listening intently as he continued. “Written in her blood on the wall were the words ‘Hathaway always gets what he wants’.” “Hathaway,” I whispered the name, nodding to myself. “He was a famous mobster here. But he was killed last year...” I trailed off and looked at Ryan who was smiling his signature smile of sadness. “You did that?” I gasped. “I had to avenge Lana’s murder. I made that bastard suffer,” he spat, rage on his face. “After her death, I fell into a dark place. Never loving anyone else. I killed because what did other lives matter? The one that mattered to me was no longer living, no longer able to laugh and smile. If a woman as gentle and kind as Lana could be killed, then so could everyone else.” He took a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs completely, before finally exhaling. “Evil isn't born, Yvonne, it's made.” I swallowed. I suddenly felt bad for this man. Now I knew why he always looked so sad. That woman—Lana—she had meant the world to him. I could see it in his eyes when he spoke of her. And to suddenly have her snatched away... I put my hand on his arm. He whipped his head around to look at me, shock replacing the sadness in his features. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. There was nothing more I could say. He looked at me for a long time with a strange expression. “What?” I asked, getting rather uncomfortable. “Nothing.” He turned away. “But now you know why the lives of others hold no value to me.” “Then why haven't you killed me?” The words slipped out and when he turned to look at me, I instantly regretted them. “Because,” he finally said after staring into my eyes for a long time. “You remind me of her.” I reminded him of Lana? That's why he hadn't killed me. I blinked and Ryan turned away. “I know it must be...odd. It's odd for me too. The first time I saw you, I hoped against hope that maybe she hadn't died. That maybe somehow it was all just a terrible, twisted nightmare.” His English accent was soothing as he spoke. I was quiet, a little creeped out at being told I looked like a dead woman who he was once madly in love with. “Won’t Gretchen throw a temper tantrum if you don't kill me?” I wondered, looking at him. “You know I was supposed to bring you out here and take you away somewhere. She didn’t care where I took you, as long as you were gone and couldn't stand between her and Liam.” It was hard to miss the bitterness and quiet rage in his voice and on his face when he said Liam's name. “However, you'd hate me if I did and...” he looked at me. “I don't want you to hate me.” His voice was quiet, barely even a whisper. I stood up, gently picking up my headpiece. “You should probably take me back,” I said, looking down at him. “Liam is probably going out of his mind with worry.”

Ryan's mouth turned downward in a bitter scowl, but he nodded. He stood up and led the way. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When we finally arrived, the party was winding down. The guests were leaving. I turned to Ryan and smiled. “I never thought I'd be saying this to you, but I had fun with you.” He tilted his head to the side in shock. “Really?” “Really.” I smiled. “Bye, Ryan.” I walked away from him and walked back to the mansion. I bumped into someone and I looked up. Simon and Kate. “Oh, Simon, Kate, hi,” I greeted them awkwardly. “Yvonne where have you been?” Kate yelped, her eyes widening with false worry. “Liam was looking everywhere for you.” “Oh,” I responded, thinking about how pissed Liam would be after he got over the euphoric fact that I was safe. I frowned. “I should probably go find him. Apologize for making him worry.” Simon scoffed in disgust and walked off. I almost grinned. Despite everything that happened with Ryan and Gretchen, my original plan was still working. “I should go after Simon,” Kate stammered. She started off, then turned back around as if she just remembered something. “Oh and by the way, we're going dress shopping tomorrow. And since you're my bridesmaid you should come.” Ah, shit, I forgot about that. I forced a smile and nodded, turning around and stepping into the house. I was instantly greeted by Martia’s loud mouth. “I thought you were fucking dead,” she yelled, looking pissed. Levi and Kayleen were yelling over each other at me. “All right, guys, let's relax,” Chauncey said soothingly. “Chauncey is right,” Liam said, suddenly stepping into the room. His costume was rumpled and his hair was disheveled. He still managed to look stunningly handsome even though he looked like he’d been through hell. “Can everyone please leave? I'd like to talk to Yvonne alone.” I was about to get my ass handed to me. Everyone else seemed to sense that as well. William and Carole headed upstairs. Kayleen, Martia, Levi and Chauncey left to go home. I walked toward the sofa, keeping my back to him. I sat down the diamond and gold encrusted headpiece. I kept my back to him for a long while, afraid to face his anger. I could feel his blue eyes burning into me. But finally I'd had enough of the silence. “Just say something,” I said, turning. “What do you want me to say?” he asked quietly, his voice surprisingly calm. “I don't know, yell at me, scream at me. Do something.” Liam walked toward me until his shoes were flush with my sandals. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as he reached out and touched my cheek. His hand was warm and gentle. His fingers gently stroking my cheek as he looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. And suddenly I was in his arms and he was holding me dangerously close. I knew he could feel every frantic beat my heart made. How could he not? Every line of my body was pressed up against his. “I was so worried about you,” he spoke softly in my ear. I gave an involuntary shiver and he chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. He pulled away and cupped both of my cheeks in his powerful yet gentle hands. “I’m glad you're okay. Did he hurt you?” “No, he didn’t. I'm fine. He was actually...nice to me.” Liam nodded, his lips pulling into a thin line. “Of course. I knew he wouldn't hurt you, but I wanted to be sure,” he murmured to himself. I looked at him and the realization dawned on me that Liam knew about Lana. Before I could ask though, Liam smiled gently. “You must be tired,” he said quietly. “Go get some rest.” And then his soft, warm lips touched my cheek. My heart was in my throat as I nodded and turned to go upstairs. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “I thought we discussed this,” Gretchen yelled at him, her face twisted in rage. “You would've gotten what you wanted. You could've had her for the rest of your life. All you had to do was take her and leave.” “But I wouldn't really have her, would I? She would loathe me the entire time. I don't want that.” He looked at the brunette before him. “If you want Liam, win him over with who you are. If he doesn't love you, then he doesn't love you. Just move on.” Gretchen's lips curled back over her teeth in an animal-like snarl. And Ryan knew then that her heart was even more tainted than his. She was lost in a bigger, darker part of herself. “Since you won't take care of her, I'll find someone who will.” And she stormed out.

Ryan you did good

Gretchen u gonna regret it if you continue with your plan

What is your problem Gretchen? Liams doesn't even loves you. Is that too hard to understand?

Someone is going to cry bitterly at last

I pity dis animal called Gretchen, will Ryan watch u to kill yvonne

Hmm Gretchen love isn't by force

OK

Gretchen, stop digging ur own grave

16 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 bitch. 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 bitch-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. ★★★★★★★★★★★ 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 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 gaped 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 damn 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 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 damn 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.

Awwww....sweet. i always knw he will fall inlove with her eventually next pls

The real one

@chimmy can we get one more episode tonight??plsss

Letz c hw diz goes

Finally let's see how it turns out

Gretchen love na by force?

finally

bush body fly they follow dead body enter grave... Gretchen or Gertrude what ever is your name that for you

17 After last night's love confession and a kiss that had literally made me feel like I was gonna combust, we kissed again. And again. And again. Until we finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in complete comfort. It felt like I was meant to wake up in his arms like this. I looked up at his sleeping face. He looked like an archangel. His blonde hair disheveled, his lips slightly parted. My heart quickened at the sight of him. His arms suddenly tightened around my waist and his eyes opened. And suddenly I was drowning in his eyes, all coherent thoughts gone. All I could think was how amazingly blue his eyes were. “Good morning,”he said, his voice gruff from sleep. His just-woke-up voice was so sexy. I could barely muster a response. “Good morning,” I said breathlessly. He grinned and placed his lips on my cheek, grinning madly. I sat up and excused myself to the bathroom. Instead of using the one in his room, I decided to walk to the one across the hall. I needed the walk. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Gretchen slammed the palm of her hand on the table in frustration. He had invited her. Today was the day when all the men of the company could bring their wives and girlfriends to see them work. And word was spiraling around that Liam was bringing the girl that was all over the tabloids. Already Gretchen could see the paparazzi hanging around outside, lying in wait for Liam and his girlfriend . Gretchen swallowed back the bile rising in her throat. The fact that he seemed to actually have feelings for this black girl was beyond her. I mean, using her was one thing, but getting attached. It would never work. People just didn't agree with those kinds of relationships. White men stuck with white women and black women stuck with black men. Mixing the two was a disgusting thought. Gretchen was going to help him see the light, though. And once his mind was clear and he was thinking straight with that Yvonne whore no longer tainting his thoughts, they would finally be together. She smiled in anticipation at the thought. She couldn't wait. ★★★★★★★★★★ I was nervous. I pulled at the $1,000 Gucci jacket Carole had bought me when she'd went shopping last night. She had bought me a new wardrobe. I was also wearing Versace jeans and a brand new pair of Jimmy Choo’s. My hair hung long down my back, I smoothed it down. I was nervous. And the answer to my nervousness was before me. On the television, a ginger haired woman with a bright smile and perfectly white teeth was reporting the news live. “Hello, I'm Kathy Murphy from News Channel Six and I'm standing in front of Hawke Corp. For those of you who don't know, Hawke Corp is run by William Hawke and his son who is also named William but prefers to go by Liam. They own all of the Scarlet Kiss clubs from here to China and are co-owners of almost every cosmetics line.

episode 17b “Unless you've been living under a rock for the last few weeks, you've heard of Liam Hawke’s—the infamous Playboy —new flame. Well today's the day Liam Hawke returns to his offices in our part of town and it also happens to be the day the employees of this amazing companies bring their significant others. If this romance is as serious as inside sources are claiming it is, Liam will definitely be bringing her here.” Arms were suddenly around my waist from behind and Liam's voice was at my ear. “Are you ready?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear. I turned to face him, my arms automatically reaching to wrap around his neck. “I’m a little nervous,” I breathed, frowning. “Don’t be,” he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek, his eyes smiling into mine. “You’re amazing and I'm ready for the world to see the amazing woman who I'm falling—” He cut himself off as I stared at him with wide eyes. Was he about to say what I thought he was about to say? Liam cleared his throat and smiled. His smile seemed a bit nervous though. “You’ll be great, Yvonne. You're beautiful. Don't worry about anything.” And then he took my hand and squeezed. I sighed. “I only agreed to this because you tricked me,” I said, recalling last night. After a few minutes of intense kissing on Liam's bed with him hovering me, I finally broke free for air. I was gasping for it as his lips trailed down my neck. My eyes closed and I raked my fingers through his hair. His hair was like silk. Just like I always imagined it. He kissed the top of my breasts, pulling at the hem of my shirt like he wanted to rip it off. He groaned. “Dammit,” he cursed, kissing back up my neck. “You’re driving me crazy.” I laughed breathlessly as his lips descended upon mine. I was on fire. My skin, my lips, my heart. And suddenly I wondered why we had waited so long. I wondered why we hadn't done this sooner. I'd never felt this way before. He pulled his lips from mine. “Before I forget, I wanna ask you something.” His breath was uneven and his hair was sticking up in all directions from me raking my hands through it. “Sure,” I said, looking at his lips. I just wanted him to kiss me again. He smirked cockily, eyes mischievous. “Tomorrow, we're allowed to bring our wives or girlfriends to the company and let them see how we work. I want to take you with me tomorrow.” I frowned and said, “I’ve heard what people say about us Liam. When we were fake dating. They don’t like the idea of us together.” “Who gives a damn what they like. I like you. And I want the girl I like to come with me to an event where I can show her off to everyone.” He pecked my lips. “Besides, I sit in an office in a suit all day. You should come keep me company.” He stuck out his lower lip, pouting. I rolled my eyes. But the idea of being able to watch him in a suit all day did sound amazing. So I nodded and grinned. “Okay, I'll go, stop pouting.” Liam smiled into my eyes saying, “Yes, ma’am.” Suddenly his expression turned serious and his eyes were suddenly smoldering. And when his lips crashed down on mine, the flame was ignited once again

When we arrived at Hawke Corp, the paparazzi was all over our asses. As soon as we stepped out of the stretch limo, they rushed toward us. Snapping pictures as we walked toward the building. “Is it true that you and Mr. Hawke are thinking of getting married?” “How do you feel about some of the racist comments made about your relationship.” “Is it true there might be a baby on the way?” Those were some of the weirdest allegations I had ever heard. Liam only squeezed my hand, walking without responding to their questions. They continued shouting and suddenly we were surrounded by four men dressed in black. They ushered us through the throng of reporters, yelling, “Mr. Hawke and Miss. Michaels are very busy,” at them. When finally we were inside, Liam breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded to the men in thanks and they nodded back, leaving. He looked at me, smiling softly. “Sorry about that.” I grinned and shrugged. “It’s fine. We knew it was gonna happen.” Liam smiled and we walked hand in hand to the elevator. His briefcase was clutched tightly in his other hand. Everyone stared at us as we headed inside the elevator. I was relieved when the doors finally closed. I relaxed my shoulders. All those eyes on me sort of freaked me out. I wasn't used to all this attention. When we finally reached the top floor and stepped off, Liam stepped off before me, though we were still hand in hand. Gretchen's face lit up when she saw Liam, then turned angry as she saw me. She was shaking in anger when she saw Liam's fingers laced through mine. “Gretchen,” he said coolly, passing her. I held her eyes the entire time. We glared at each other until Liam closed the door to his office. I knew she understood that Liam was with me now. And that he didn't want her, but he wanted me. And I knew it pissed her off. Liam let go of my hand and walked to his desk, setting his briefcase down. I took off my jacket, revealing the skintight Alexander McQueen shirt Carole had bought for me. Liam stared. His eyes were glued to my chest. And I could see him harden. He coughed and sat down, hiding himself for me. I laughed and looked around his office. It was very cosy. I skimmed through his collection of books until I felt a presence behind me. I turned and Liam pulled me to him, his lips attacking mine. I giggled, pulling back. “Really? In your office? I don’t know, we might get loud,” I said, quoting what he'd said the first time I was in his office. His smile was mischievous and I could see what he wanted to do from the way he was staring at me. It made my heart flutter. “Then let them hear,” he said roughly, crashing his lips down on mine. When his tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I opened my mouth wider, allowing that. I don't know how or when, but my butt was suddenly pressed against the desk. Liam's lips released mine and he knocked all of his files and his Apple computer onto the floor. He gripped my butt which caused me to jump in surprise. He hoisted me up and onto his desk, wrapping my legs around his waist. I broke away from his lips for air. His lips didn't leave my skin, they burned their way down my neck. I then realized I wasn't wearing a shirt and neither was he. It was like when his lips captured mine, everything went out the window. Like I could loose myself completely. He kissed the tops of my breasts and then bit then, earning a moan from me. It only seemed to egg him on as his friend pressed up against my thigh. “Mr. Hawke—oh!” I heard someone exclaim. Liam groaned in frustration and slowly moved away from me. Gretchen stood in the doorway. She was absolutely seething. Her cheeks were red with anger and she was glaring at me. I reached for my shirt, secretly pleased she'd found us. She was possibly behind my almost murder and now I was making out with Liam the Greek god. So, checkmate, bitch. “Daniel Grover just called back. He's willing to meet with you tomorrow at six,” she said, her voice stiff with anger. “And here,” she shoved some files at him and left. Liam just shrugged and sat his files on the desk, coming back to me. “Where were we?” he asked innocently, his face coming closer. “Don’t you have to work?” I asked, laughing. “Work can wait a few minutes,” he said, kissing me. My heart pounded at the little kiss, dancing in my throat. “Or hours,” he whispered, kissing me deeper.

Love over the moon

Gretchen it won't work to u ooo

next please

Finally, Liam has pluck the forbidden fruit, it abt time you eat it

Hmmm love in the air.

Hmmm..this is getting more fun nd hot

Romance on my desk

Inside office..........................!

Seriously in the office

M I can smell love in the air

Hmmmm.. Ninu office

love in d air

Odikwa, Office romance, Shebi

like criously, u guys should get yaself a room. don't defile my desk/office!

office romance

OK office things

hehehehehehe..am excited

18 “Ugh, Liam, this is really not necessary now,” I whined like a four year old, trying to shield my eyes from the glaring flashes of the paparazzi cameras. Lately, Liam and I had been all over the news. We had been in every popular magazine known to Americans: Vogue, People, Us Weekly, Seventeen. Not to mention magazines in other corners of the world. Our relationship was a pretty big deal. The reason I was whining and complaining was because Liam wanted to meet my parents. After our very heated office make out two weeks ago—a makout so intense I was literally this close to giving him my virginity, before pulling away and telling him no—we had spent every day together since. And then he popped the dreaded question: “Why don't we go see your parents?” I knew it was only fair for him to meet my parents given I'd met his, but I was still nervous. My parents knew about my relationship with Liam Hawke. Everyone knew about it. And they were just as excited to meet him as he was to meet them. We were walking hand in hand to his limo. Paul had the door open for us. We climbed inside. The paparazzi shoved their faces against the thick glass of the car, looking oddly inhuman as they did. When the car was driving away, I frowned up at him. “Do we really have to do this today?” I groaned. Liam grinned angelically. “Yes, we do. You've met my parents and I think it's time I met yours.” If I were being honest, I wasn't worried about my mom. I knew she would like Liam. And Lucas—my brother who oddly had the same name as Liam's friend—would eventually grow a tolerance to him. Lucas didn't really like the guys I dated, he merely tolerated them. I wasn't worried about those two. They would be fine with Liam. It was my father that worried me. It had taken a lot of convincing before my father gave me his blessing to marry Simon. The week after we broke off our engagement my father said, “There are plenty of attractive black men out there. Find one of them.” So, me bringing Liam home would probably make his blood boil. My father was an old-fashioned man. He believed black people should stay with their own and vice versa. For him, there was no in between. “Besides,” Liam continued, ignoring my scowl. “My parents wanted to invite your family to have Thanksgiving with us.” If I hadn't been sitting, I would've fainted. “W-what?” Liam grinned. “Yvonne, don't be nervous. We can handle meeting your parents.” I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts as we pulled into the driveway of my childhood home. As we walked to the door, memories already began dancing in my mind. All the times I'd shared with Simon and Kate.

But it didn't hurt anymore. I could think about it without flinching. Liam's hand in mine made me feel superhuman. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, my mother stood at the door. She was 5’5” with dark hair that caressed her collarbone and skin like brown sugar. She flashed a huge smile and reached out to hug me tightly. “Yvonne, I missed you,” she breathed. “I’ve missed you too, mom.” I smiled slightly. My mom let me go and then looked over my shoulder. I looked back and saw Liam standing behind me, waiting patiently. “Oh and mom, this is my boyfriend Liam Hawke. Liam, this is my mom.” My mom stuck out her hand and Liam took it. “Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Liam.” Liam looked at me and winked before he kissed the back of my mother's hand. She looked taken aback. “The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Michaels. I see now where Yvonne gets her looks.” My mom was grinning so widely it was a wonder how her face didn't crack. “Please, call me Marcine. Come in. Lucas and Frank are waiting inside.” We went inside and hung our coats up. I saw Lucas as soon as I stepped inside. He was slouched against the wall, looking very bored with his mouth turned down at the corners. “Lucas!” I cried, jumping into his arms. He sighed and patted me on the back. Some would've thought of it as cold, but this was actually his way of saying he was glad to see me too. “Lucas, this is Liam. My boyfriend. Liam, this is my brother Lucas.” “Lucas Michaels,” Liam said, grinning. “The mastermind behind the new Call of Duty game coming out next fall.” Lucas perked up, looking impressed. “You know about that?” Lucas asked. “Hell yeah. Hawke Corp has been funding for the game. They said the engineer of the game really knew what he was doing. When I took a look at your work, I was very impressed.” Lucas grinned—I mean he actually grinned — and said, “Thanks, man.” And then my dad rounded the corner. The tall, former military general stood at 6’5” packed with muscles of steel. “Daddy!” I crowed, flinging myself into his arms. He hugged me tightly, murmuring how he was glad I was finally home. When I let him go, his eyes shifted to Liam. They narrowed and he walked toward Liam, who surprisingly didn't flinch. “So, you're Liam Hawke.” Liam nodded, his smile never wavering. I, however, was cringing internally the entire time. “Follow me, Liam.” And then my dad led Liam into the kitchen for a talk I had no doubt would be intimidating. ★★★★★★★★★★★ Gretchen had her lower lip stuck out in a pout, her eyes wide and pleading. “ Please, Daddy?” she begged the older man sitting in front of her.

He sat behind his desk, rayed back in a huge chair, frowning at his daughter. “We can't risk that,” he responded firmly. “You said Ryan wasn't willing to kill her. And if Ryan is still watching over her not even our best men can stand a chance against him.” He shuddered. Gretchen frowned. She knew Ryan's name struck fear in the heart of every mobster and crime lord in the city, but still she needed this done. “You’ll do it quickly. No one will even know you're coming.” He shook his head. “No,” he said, finality in his voice. “If you want the girl gone, do it yourself.” “Fine,” she snapped, stamping out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Time for Plan B. ★★★★★★★★★★ Thanksgiving was a bit awkward. After their talk in the kitchen, my dad actually seemed to like Liam. It was amazing how he'd won the hearts of my family in one day. However our parents meeting was awkward, for me at least. But I had no need to be worried, our parents got along wonderfully. Some of Liam's good friends from work were here, including Lucas. He and my brother found it amusing that they shared the same name. Levi, Martia and Kayleen were here. The man Jacques I had met so long ago was here. Even Simon and Kate were here. Kate seemed to be in a sour mood though and she kept frowning at me. I ignored her. I wasn't going to acknowledge her petty shit on Thanksgiving. We ate and we laughed. The kids played as we talked and joked around. Then we ate desert and drank champagne. Liam kept a tight grip on my waist the entire time. I could get used to this, I thought to myself, sipping on champagne and looking up at his handsome face. Gretchen was there too. Levi was tense and Martia kept staring at her, waiting for her to make one wrong move. Even Chauncey looked ready to pounce at a moment's warning, sort of shielding his pregnant wife and looking anxious. But Gretchen was well behaved. She smiled and laughed at every joke. For those who didn't know about her murderous side, she seemed charming. Liam was tense when she walked past us. His grip on my waist became even tighter, his posture was protective. However she walked by, looking at me smugly. Why does she look so smug? I wondered. But she was gone just as quickly as she came. ★★★★★★★★ Kate had excused herself to go to the bathroom. If she had to see Yvonne and Liam be all lovey dovey one more time she was gonna puke. She walked down the huge hallway. Liam's mom said at the end of the hall to the left. This house was fucking huge. Yvonne didn't deserve Liam. She didn't deserve a man so handsome and rich. She deserved to have that taken from her. She heard the soft clacking of high heels behind her and she turned around. It was the girl she'd bumped into earlier. The one with the perfect brunette tresses and the flawless skin with amazing cheekbones. And she was looking right at Kate, her gaze was knowing. It was like she knew exactly what Kate was thinking. “I can help you get what you want,” the woman spoke softly, smiling. “And what's that?” she challenged, raising her eyebrows and placing her hands on her hips. “Watching Yvonne crumble before you,” the woman said. “My name is Gretchen and Yvonne took Liam from me. And now she must pay. But I need your help. I know you hate her, too. Aren't you tired of her always getting what she wants?” Kate grinned at the woman and nodded. “What did you have in mind?”

Bad belle people

Liam is a badman in suit. He is really crazy.

Two sworn enimies are now coming together, i pray their plans will all be for nothing.

Ryan is watching but this two I pity them cox they don't know what they are in for

bad belle

This is good development, carry go

Next

Hmmm I can feel love

ur bestfriend is ur worse enemy, next pls.

Wickedness dy una body oo jealousy will kill you two

Bad belle children. The sperm wey produce una suppose enter for toilet cos una na waste. God no go allow una una hurt yvonne.

I tot as much

Love love love

Grecthen what is your problem

smh..Gretchen ur plans wont work

kai, Gertrude (I would not call you Gretchen) focus on your future and move on... Liam is far from you; open your eyes HE IS IN LOVE. And you Kate, focus on your relationship, you are about to get married for crying out loud, you snatch her fiancé from her and she move forward yet you still want to inflict more pain... but i no that this time, the grape you choose to chew has turn to stone in your mouth. next pls.

19 ~3 WEEKS LATER~ (Just to speed the story along) “There’s so much to do,” Carole said in a high panicky voice. She was currently running in all directions, trying to get everything perfect. Christmas was approaching fast and Carole was out of her mind with decorating. She wanted everything to be perfect. “Mom, maybe you should rest a bit,” Liam spoke up, looking worried. “No, no, no,” she snapped in agitation, unpacking a box of decorations. “I don't have much time. Christmas will be here before we know it. I'm so late.” She grumbled to herself. “Do you want help?” I asked softly. Carole looked up at me with a smile. “No, I'm fine. Go play with Liam.” She shooed me away. My cheeks grew warm as I thought of how dirty that sounded. Liam seemed to sense my thoughts like he always did and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, his grin wicked. “Yeah, come play with me, Yvonne,” he said suggestively. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to him. He grabbed my hand immediately, kissing the palm of my hand tenderly. He never even broke eye contact. My heart was racing as he led me toward the staircase, trying to lead me upstairs. We hadn't had sex yet and Liam was patient with me, but things between us were very intense. And I honestly didn't know how much longer I could hold out. We were stopped in our tracks by a knock at the door. Liam groaned in frustration. Walking to the door he muttered, “Better have a good reason for interrupting.” I giggled, walking behind him. He swung the door open in agitation and there stood Simon. His eyes flickered over Liam, then to me and back again. “I’m here to talk to Yvonne,” Simon said, glaring at Liam. “Sure, go ahead,” Liam responded. “ Alone, ” Simon emphasized. I blinked. What the hell could he possibly want to talk about? I couldn't see Liam's face, but I saw his back stiffen. “No,” he said, his voice hard. I touched Liam's back absentmindedly. I could feel the hard muscles of his back through his thin T-shirt. I bit my lip, my heart karate kicked against my chest, trying to get free. He turned to look at me. “It’s okay,” I said, nodding at him reassuringly. “I’ll talk to him. It'll only be for a moment.”

episode 19b Liam frowned. He obviously didn't like the idea, but he nodded once. I grabbed my coat from the coat rack. After I put it on, I turned to Liam and stretched up on the tips of my toes. I stretched my neck up and he bent down. His lips were gentle on mine, his fingers tickled my hips. I giggled and pulled away reluctantly. “I’ll be back,” I promised, touching his cheek. Liam nodded, but glared at Simon. I walked toward Simon. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I stepped out into the cold December morning. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam was anxious. He hated Simon's guts. For one he'd hurt Yvonne. He'd hurt her deeply. When they'd first met outside of the club, Yvonne had been drunk. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and he could tell she was hurt. Instead of taking advantage of her—which he would normally do to a drunk girl—he found himself helping her. He found himself unable to stop thinking about kissing her. He had been unwilling to admit that he had fallen in love. Unwilling to admit what was right in front of him. But he had finally realized on Halloween when Ryan—he thought the name venomously —had kidnapped her. His heart felt empty, cold when he thought she was out of his life forever. And that's when he knew that, yeah, he did like her. So, the thought of her ex fiancé showing up at the door, asking to speak to her alone made him feel something had hadn't felt in a long time. Jealousy. They had only been together for four weeks, but Liam was the kind of man who rarely fell for a girl and when he did finally fall, he fuckin collapsed. And he’d collapsed pretty damn hard for Yvonne. And between keeping a close eye on Gretchen and keeping that assbag, Simon, away from Yvonne, Liam was pretty sure he'd go prematurely gray. He'd seen the way Simon looked at Yvonne and he didn't fuckin like it. He'd be more than willing to give him a black eye, a busted lip and a broken rib if he even so much as tried to touch a hair on Yvonne's head. “You look livid,” said a bored voice from behind him. Liam turned and came face to face with his good friend Lucas. His expression was bored as always. Liam chuckled as he thought of the similarities between Yvonne's brother and his best friend. “Not livid at all,” Liam lied cheerfully. Lucas looked like he didn't believe him, but shrugged. “She hasn't made anymore moves. She tried to go to her father, but after a visit from Ryan and Daniel Grover he saw things our way,” Lucas informed him. Liam nodded, his lips tightening when Ryan’s name was bought up. “Good. And Kate?” “She’s switched to Gretchen's side, exactly as you predicted.” Liam nodded again. “Good, then they're falling into the trap nicely. Chauncey,” Liam called. Chanuncey walked in, took one look at Liam and Lucas and nodded. “Is it time for Phase Two already?” “Yes, it is. Call my father and tell him to alert the others.”

“Right away.” Chauncey turned on his heel and left. Liam turned and looked out of the clear window and at Yvonne. He had promised her he'd take care of this mess and that's exactly what he would do. He'd take care of Gretchen and Kate. When he was done with them, they'd be too far away to ever bother his Yvonne again. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I looked at Simon and he looked at me. I felt awkward. We were just looking at each other. I feel nervous but this nervousness isn't the nervousness I used to feel in his presence. This isn't a case of the butterflies. I was nervous because I hadn't talked to him one-on-one in so long. We had been friends once— best friends. And now look at us, staring at each other awkwardly. How sad, I thought. “I don't think Kate loves me,” he blurted out. I blinked at him. I was caught off guard. I hadn't expected this. I sighed, shifting my gaze skyward and silently asking the Lord to give me strength because in that moment I wanted to hit Simon. I wanted to punch him in the mouth. And not because he broke my heart in what seemed like an eternity ago, but because he was stupid. Kate didn't love anyone but herself. Even the dumbest of the dumb could figure that out. “And you're tell me this because?” I asked him, my voice uncharacteristically harsh. Simon swallowed and looked at me. “Because I want you back, Yvonne.” I just stared at him. Was he kidding me? After mangaling by heart and leaving it in pieces, he wanted me back. After cheating on me and dumping me an hour before our wedding he had the nerve to stand here before me and say he wanted me back. My next move was involuntary. I pulled my arm back, curling my hand into a tight fist and punched him. There was a meaty thwak! sound and he groaned, clutching his jaw. “No,” I said simply. “You had your chance. You blew it. I love someone else now.” I surprised myself a little. Did I just say I loved Liam? I didn't have a chance to ponder over this, however, because Simon lifted himself up and he glared at me. “You won't be able to keep him,” he spat, blood flying out of his mouth. “Not when you don't even fuck.” I laughed in his face. I laughed at how pathetic he was. I laughed as I wondered what I ever saw in him. I laughed as I truly realized the difference between this boy and the man I now had. “Goodbye, Simon.” I turned to walk away. “No, we're not done talking,” Simon shouted grabbing my arm with brute force. “Ow,” I cried out involuntarily, before struggling to get free. He smirked at me. I don't think I could ever forget how he looked in that moment: wild, crazed. “Where’s the man you love now?” he taunted, tightening his grip. “Right here, ” I heard that unmistakable voice say before a fist shot out past my face and hit Simon right in the nose.

He yowled and let go. I turned and hurled myself into Liam's strong arms. My solitude. He held me tightly to him, kissed the top of my head. He handed me over to a strong pair of arms immediately after. I glanced up into the dark, emotionless eyes of Lucas. “Hi,” he said, looking bored. My lips twitched as I fought a smile. I turned back to Liam and saw that Simon had gotten up, his nose bleed perfusely. He glared at Liam with so much hate that my heartbeat quickened for Liam's safety. “Don’t worry about Liam,” Lucas said to me as Simon readied himself. “He can take on that kid. He was trained by five of the most dangerous assassins in the world.” This surprised me, but I had no time to think about it. Simon put his head down and charged at Liam like a wild bull. But Simon never even touched Liam because once Simon was close enough, Liam dipped low and his leg shot out, knocking Simon off balance. Then he shot up quickly and before Simon could fall to the ground, he punched him. Twice. His fists moved so quickly, they were nearly invisible. Simon fell to the ground in agony, but still reached for Liam who sidestepped him. “Leave,” was all Liam said, coming to stand beside me. Simon looked at me sadly. And despite everything, I felt bad for him. His face bruised and bloodied. “I love you,” he whispered in agony. I noddded. “I loved you too, a long time ago. But that part of our lives is over now. I've moved on. You should do the same.” I grabbed Liam's hand and the three of us walked back inside the house. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ After a few minutes of being inside, Lucas finally left. Liam and I were now in his room. I was sitting up, propped against the pillows. Liam was resting his head against my chest, his arm sprawled over my waist. I stroked his hair and he closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. “Can I ask you something, Yvonne?” Liam asked me, his eyes still closed. “You just did,” I told him, fighting a smile. Liam opened his eyes and rolled them before sitting up and looking at me. “You know what I meant.” I laughed and nodded. “Okay,” I said, looking at him. “I heard you tell Simon that you loved someone else.” His gaze was intense as he said this, his blue eyes shining into mine. I was shocked. And frankly a little embarrassed. “You heard that?” I asked, my cheeks burning. Liam nodded. “I was worried about you, so I decided to check on you. I was still quite a distance away, but I heard you.” I nodded, thoroughly embarrassed. He tilted his head to the side. “You love me.” It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He knew. I couldn't bring myself to say it. How could I? The last time I told a guy I loved him, he had sex with my best friend. Still, some part of me was saying that Liam was different. But was he? His eyes gentled and he smiled softly. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. Once. Twice. A third time. “You don't have to say it now,” he whispered against my lips. “But I just want you to know I feel the same way.” I couldn't speak, I just pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately. I was definitely falling in love with him. I knew that for sure. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now anyway. Maybe one day I could. But for right now, I was content with keeping things the way they were.

u refused Simon and now u are giving it to Liam is not fair

Oh lawwd...nice story

Love is in the air

@faith, Simon get what he deserve. He was giving d opportunity but he miss used it. Liam fire on, yvonne is all urs

Yvonne you gonna have to say it

Wow... Love in the air

Just spit it out..You don't have to hide your feelings

I saw it coming

Simon deserves more beating

Wow, loving dis!

Yvonne darling keep the love fire burning

None sweety. you don't have to hide ur feelings

Love o Love o

See Love o

20 Four days had gone by since Simon's visit. Four days since Liam heard me say I loved him. Four days since he'd said he loved me without saying the actual words. Liam had gotten an unexpected business call and had to go to New York. Something about checking on one of the clubs he owned. He begged me to go with him. “It’ll be boring without you, love,” he had said, pouting. “Please come with me.” He had dropped down on his knees, looking up at me pleadingly through his surprisingly long lashes. I had rolled my eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Fine,” I had groaned. “Yay,” he had shouted childishly, standing up and wrapping his arms around me tightly. And that's how I ended up in New York with him. Paul had come along with us and was driving the limousine We were on our way to the famous Plaza Hotel in Manhattan. “I’m glad you're here with me,” Liam said suddenly. When I looked at him in surprise, he smiled and continued. “These trips are normally so boring, but with you here I'm finally happy.” I knew he was talking about more than the business trip. I knew he meant that I'd somehow brought sunshine into his life. Was he really in love with me? Before I could muster a reply, the limo stopped and Paul said, “We’re here.” Liam looked away and nodded. “Thank you, Paul.” Paul got out and came around to open my door. I got out, thanking him as I did. Liam slid out gracefully. One of the workers—a man in a suit who I assumed was the manager— rushed toward us and said, “Mr. Hawke, Miss. Michaels, welcome to New York. We're glad you've chosen the Plaza. I’m Jack. Your secretary just checked in.” I stiffened. Gretchen was here? I saw Liam’s lips tighten. If I hadn't known his face so well, I would've never even noticed. He just nodded stiffly and one of the workers grabbed our bags. “You called yesterday and we have cleared our best room for you. The Edwardian Suite has a king sized bed, 1.5 bathrooms and a seperate living area with a sofa and butler service,” Jack explained as we walked inside. The hotel was huge. It was beautiful and Victorian. I stared around in awe. Liam clutched my hand firmly as we walked up to the front desk. The man walked to stand behind the front desk and said, “Since you're staying two nights, your cost comes up to $4,000.” I had to stop my jaw from falling to the floor. I mean, I know Liam was a billionaire, but $2,000 a night was really steep.

Liam didn't even flinch at the price, he just pulled out his credit card and paid. The manager typed in a few things on his computer and nodded, handing Liam his credit card. He gave Liam a key. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hawke and Miss. Michaels.” He flashed a smile at me. “And don't forget to check out our restaurant and our bar.” Liam nodded and I smiled and told him thanks. Liam took my hand and we headed to our room. ★★★★★★★★★ Gretchen paced around her room. She had the average Plaza suite, only $850 a night. Nothing compared to the Edwardian suite. Gretchen looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling softly. He was gonna be hers tonight. They were in Manhattan, hundreds of miles away from Yvonne. Gretchen had to admit this business trip couldn’t’ve come at a better time. Gretchen knew that away from Yvonne, his head would be clear. Not distracted by that bitch. She looked at her curves in her tight red dress, her long brunette hair trailed down her back. She gave herself one last smile before leaving her room. She had a feeling she'd be sleeping in the Edwardian Suite tonight. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “I honestly didn't know she was coming,” Liam said to me, pacing the room in front of me. I was sitting on the king bed, watching him. Liam looked stressed. He was waiting, anxiously, for Lucas to call back. “Don’t worry, Yvonne, she won't come anywhere near you,” Liam promised me. He stopped pacing at sat down beside me, bringing my body close to his and hugging me tightly. I wasn't scared of Gretchen. Not at all. I wanted that bitch to try me so I could have an excuse to rearrange her face. But I knew Liam was worried that she'd hurt me. The phone rang and Liam quickly picked it up. “Luke,” he said. “Yeah, she's here.” Luke said something on the other end. Whatever he said makes Liam nod in agreement. “I have a meeting tomorrow at 3:00.” Liam shot a look at me, his lips tightened and he said, “Can you have him here by then?” After a silence Liam nodded. “Good.” Liam visibly relaxed. He hung up and looked at me, his eyes tight. “Ryan will be here tomorrow to keep you safe until I get back.” He said the words so softly, but his blue eyes were cold as ice. “Why do you and Ryan hate each other so much?” I finally asked. I couldn't ignore the way they seethed every time the others’ name was mentioned. Liam's full lips turned down at the corners before he smiled mischievously. “I’ll tell you if you go out with me tonight.” I rolled my eyes at him. Like he even had to ask. “Of course,” I said to him, grinning. “I’ll explain my situation with Ryan over dinner.” He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes.

Oops!!!

It will be a big shocker for Gretchen wen she finally realized Yvonne came along with Liam

I sighed and pushed myself off the bed. I walked over to my suitcase and began unzipping it. What was I going to wear? I paused and looked at Liam who was already watching me. My cheeks heated and I asked, “Should I dress casual or formal?” Liam smiled and got up, walking to the living area that was in the room. He came back with bags. I saw all the big names: Burberry, Alexander McQueen, Yves Saint Laurent and Stella McCartney. He also had a few M.A.C bags. He handed me the bags grinning. “Why don't you go get dressed?” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Gretchen had just found his room. She straightened her dress and smoothed her hair before knocking. And finally he opened the door. Liam stood, tall, blonde and gorgeous before her. He was dressed nicely in black pants that fit him well and a white shirt that fit him snuggly, emphasizing his muscular chest. He looked good. Really good. “Gretchen,” Liam said stiffly, frowning at her. “Hey.” She smiled. “You look good. Where are you headed?” “What are you doing here?” Liam snapped, glaring at her. “I told you your assistance was not needed nor wanted.” “Please.” Gretchen laughed. “You didn’t seem to mind my presence a year ago.” “That was a mistake. I told you it was a mistake right after it happened and you’re not going to change my mind.” “I’ll bet I could, ” Gretchen said, stepping close. “You’ve got to realize nothing good can come of this relationship. It's not like you can marry her.” She laughed. “And why not?” Liam hissed, glaring at her. Gretchen’s laughter cut off abruptly and she stared at him in disbelief when she saw he was serious. “You can't tell me you've thought about marrying her. ” “What if I have?” Liam said defiantly. Gretchen’s blood boiled. “She black and you're white!” Gretchen screamed, her face a mask of disgust. “If you're trying to convince me not to fall in love with Yvonne it's too late,” Liam said softly, shaking his head. “She’s all I've ever wanted and more. I don't care about her race, that's not a factor. And I know I'm gonna marry her one day.” Gretchen was pissed. She stepped away from him and shook her head. “She’s tainting you,” she said sadly. “She’s brainwashing you.” Liam shook his head. “Leave, Gretchen,” he said, closing the door in her face. She would have to speed up the plan after all. Now that he was thinking about marrying her, things were more serious. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I was wearing a black long sleeved sheer lace panel dress. The lace was on the sleeves and fit my body like a glove. I wore black patent leather platform heels that did wonders for my legs. I had lipstick and a few other things stuffed into black leather bucket back from Saint Laurent.

I slung the Burberry London black wool double-breasted, fur collared coat. According to the pricetags, this outfit was $7,000 altogether. My makeup was also on fleek. It was a flawless, natural look. My hair flowing past my shoulders. I walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the living area where Liam was waiting. He turned to look at me and my jaw went slack just looking at him. He finally wasn't wearing a suit, but he was still dressed nicely. Those jeans fit well, not tight and not too loose. The plain white T-shirt fitting snuggly against his muscular body. He wore expensive Italian shoes and an expensive leather jacket. I realized we were staring at each other. And I wasn't breathing. I took a deep breath and he smirked, reading my mind like he always seemed to do. He walked until he stood right in front of me. He snaked his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him. His eyes sparkled as he said, “You look so beautiful.” He kissed my forehead. “You look amazing. It's gonna be hard to keep my hands off of you.” My cheek warmed as he bought his lips to mine eagerly. He kissed me in such a way that had he not been holding me, my knees would've given out. “Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly when we pulled away from each other. He took my coat and held it open form me. I put my arms inside and slid it on my shoulders. “We are going to the one of the best restaurants in New York,” Liam said, buttoning the jacket for me as I smoothed my hair. When he was finished he stood up and smiled at me softly, touching my cheek. The look in his eye scared me. It wasn't the kind of look that would've scared a normal woman in her right mind, but it sent alarm through my body. The look he was giving me was pure adoration. No one had ever looked at me that way before. Not even the guy I was supposed to marry. And it scared me. “So where are you taking me?” I asked, changing the subject. “The Modern,” he replied, smiling, his hand never leaving my cheek. “It’s a great restaurant.” I nodded and we headed out the door together. ★★★★★★★★★ After our dinner, Liam took me took me to the park. It was beautiful, decorated with Christmas cheer, the lights so bright you could see them from light years away. Liam sat beside me on the swings. He had been pushing me and I had giggled like a kid for a few minutes, but now everything had winded down. We we sat on the swings quietly, my hand in his. Liam raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Our eyes met. He was staring at me with that same expression from earlier. Like I was perfect. My cheeks heated. “Stop staring at me like that,” I whispered. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Like what?” I asked. “Like...you adore me,” I finally said, looking away. Liam chuckled. “I didn't realize you could see through me so easily.” He shook his head. “Well, you make it pretty obvious,” I said, fighting a smile when I saw his embarrassment. Then I remembered something and I looked at him seriously. “So why do you and Ryan hate each other so much?” Liam sighed and looked straight ahead, his lips pursed. “Ryan and I were friends once,” he began, his voice soft. “Lucas, Ryan and I were like brothers. “Soon Ryan met Lana and he fell in love. I'd never met her, but Ryan was very ready to introduce us to her. “Then Ryan told me how Lana was scared that someone was stalking her. He begged me to look into it, so I did. I found out that Hathaway—the most fearsome mobster in this city—was after her.” Liam sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as if he were in pain. I held onto his hand tighter as he continued. “I looked further into it and found out Lana was betrothed to Hathaway. So I went to warn Ryan. “He didn't believe me. He said he'd found her dead and if she was really betrothed to Hathaway he wouldn't have killed her. He told me what an ass I was for disrespecting her memory and that if he ever saw me again, he'd kill me. After that, we stopped talking.” It was quiet for a long time after Liam had finished talking. There was only the chill of the December wind and the quietness of our breaths. “I’m sorry,” I finally said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. Liam smiled sadly. “It’s okay.” We were quiet for a while longer before Liam finally broke the silence. “I love you, Yvonne,” he said, his gaze unwavering. It stared past my face and into my soul. I was shocked. He’d hinted that he loved me, but now that he was saying it so straightforwardly, all of my vital organs slammed against the front of my stomach and it was suddenly hard to breathe. But the thing that surprised me most was my response. “I love you too,” I said back. His eyes lit up and he smashed his lips to mine, kissing me like tomorrow was never gonna come.

Wow hmm so Ryan and Liam were friends hmm

Gretchen and Kate ur doom awaits u

Awww. So sweet. guys keep it flowing.

Wow, dis is sweet

so Ryan was once a friend

sorry liam

21 Everything happened just as Liam said it would. Liam finally got dressed, wearing a sleek black Armani suit, Gucci shoes and his favorite Gucci scarf. There was a knock at the door and Liam went to open it with me trailing behind him. Ryan stood there, his green eyes cold as he stared at Liam. "Well, if it isn't Liam Hawke," he said sarcastically, eyeing him with distaste. Liam ignored him and looked at me. "I've got to go to that meeting now," he said, kissing me. He grabbed his briefcase and looked at Ryan reluctantly. "Take care of her. If you don't I'll kill you." And the weird thing was Liam sounded completely serious. He shoved past Ryan and was gone. And just like that Ryan's attitude changed. "Liam said if I came into the room with you he chop my head off, so I guess we're going out." I smiled and nodded. I went over to grab my coat and left with the guy who was my almost assassin. ★★★★★★★★★★ After her confrontation with Liam, Gretchen took the next plane back home and called Kate immediately, telling her they needed to meet up ASAP. Kate finally arrived and Gretchen wasted no time. She got straight to business. “She has to go. Now.” Kate looked at her, pressed her lips together. “You and I are in utter agreement,” Kate said seethingly. “Simon called off the engagement this morning. He said he still loves Yvonne.” Gretchen shook her head. What did all these attractive, eligible white men see in this black girl? Daniel Grover, Simon, Ryan and the most important one Liam. What the hell did she have that was so fuckin important? “I heard that Liam has gotten Yvonne her own car and driver,” Gretchen said. Kate looked at her, confused. “Yeah, so?” “So, we tamper with the brakes of the car.” Kate's jaw dropped. “Whoa, whoa,” she cried, mouth agape. “I don't want to kill her. I mean, that's crazy!” “We’re not gonna kill her,” Gretchen snapped, rolling her eyes. “The guy driving the car will be experienced enough to protect her. Besides the car is bulletproof. Because only the best for Yvonne,” Gretchen spat. Kate frowned and nodded, assessing. “Okay, so we're gonna scare her?” Gretchen nodded. “Exactly. Just get her roughed up a bit. And then our message will be sent.” Kate grinned. “Let’s do it.” ★★★★★★★★★★★ “Liam told me about you and his...um...situation.” There. I said it. I let out the breath I hadn't known I'd been holding. I'd finally put it out there. Finally let him know that I knew.

Ryan rose an eyebrow while simultaneously cocking his head to the side. “Our situation?” he asked. “Yeah. He told me why you two hate each other,” I explained. “Ah, yes,” Ryan nodded. “He said you were best friend. You, Lucas and him.” “We were.” A flash of trademark sadness on his face. “And after Lana died, you became angry with him.” He flashed a look at me. Then he looked back at the sea of people. We were on top of a tall building, staring down at people who were like ants beneath us. I was pretty sure this was illegal, but I liked the view so I wasn't complaining. “Did Liam tell you how we became best friends?” Ryan asked, turning quickly to face me. I shook my head when I realized he hadn't. Ryan snorted. “Figures,” he muttered. “Liam is always the gentleman.” Now my curiosity was strong and I wanted to know how they met. Liam rarely ever talked about his past. “When Liam gave Simon a well deserved ass kicking, Lucas told you that Liam had been trained by some of the top assassins, didn't he?” I nodded, my lips pressing firmly together. “How did you know about that?” I asked. Ryan shrugged. “I know a lot of things. It's what I specialize in, Yvonne. All three of us—Liam, Lucas and I—we can do things that made us special to them.” “Them?” “The people who trained us,” he said simply. “Okay, tell me everything from the beginning,” I ordered. Ryan's lips twitched, trying to fight a smile. “When we were very young, only ten years old, we were kidnapped. It was actually Liam's fault, they wanted ransom money for Liam. They asked for twenty million dollars. It seems like a lot to people like you and me, but for the Hawke family, twenty million didn’t even make a dent in their pockets. “There was more than one person who kidnapped us. Three men and two women. They carried an air of power around them. It was Liam who called out who they were. Everyone was looking for them. They were so dangerous no prison cell could hold them, no amount of security could contain them. The state was offering half a million to anyone who could bring them in.” I leaned forward, imagining three little boys, kidnapped and scared. And I could see in my mind's eye five badass assassins. “Lucas thought it would be fun to learn their ways, though he never said it.” Ryan chuckled. “Lucas was always...quiet. Anyway, Liam asked for them to teach us their ways. And they agreed. “They soon realized we were naturals. And they took us off the grid, no one could find us. We lived under a different name in China and then Japan. We studied and mastered the arts of Kung-Fu, Jujitsu and many others. For five years we trained, became even better than the ones that taught us.” I tried to imagine it. I thought about Liam's speed, his grace, his strength, I realized I could imagine Liam being trained by kickass assassins. “When we finally did return home, we were fifteen. The arts had changed us. Had made us men at such a young age. And that banded us together forever. And that's how we became best friends.”

It was so weird to believe that Liam had been kidnapped. Had been taken away from his family for five years to study how to be a kickass assassin. I couldn't even tell. His parents never even let on that he'd been gone for so long. “Well, you said you both picked up different skills. Skills like what?” “I learned to heighten my senses. Lucas gained the ability to move almost invisibly. And Liam is the best fighter. I hate to admit it, but the guy can kick ass.” Ryan shook his head, something like awe on his face. I could believe that. I nodded again. “Liam said you hated him after he told you Lana and Hathaway were engaged,” I said softly. Ryan turned to look at me, his expression unfathomable. “That’s part of the reason,” he said slowly. “There’s more to the story?” “I hate Liam because of what happened the day before Lana died,” Ryan said, his voice so quiet I could barely hear him. “I asked if Liam could have someone protect her. His father owned the company at that time and Liam had no say in anything. His father didn't have the resources at that time, no one was able to protect her. William was willing to try to pull strings however and he had men scheduled to stay with her that next week.” He looks down at the New Yorkers walking, busy with their lives. “But then she died. And when Liam showed up at the door, saying he found out Lana was engaged to the man who killed her, I lost it on him.” I felt sad for him. I mean, I felt really bad for him. And then I show up looking like her doppelganger, I thought sullenly. “I think you should set things right with Liam,” I told him. He glanced at me, then the people below us and back. “Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't even know how to begin,” he replied. “I always find it's easy to begin with explaining why you were angry,” I said helpfully, looking at him seriously. He smiled. “I’ll think about it.” And that was enough for me. All I really wanted was to see two old friends unite again. Just because my friendship was lost didn't mean Liam's friendship had to be lost too. ★★★★★★★★★★ It was late that night when they arrived at the Hawke manor. It was quiet except for the soft clacking of Gretchen's high heeled shoes and Kate's labored, nervous breath. In Gretchen's hand were pliers. She walked to the Audi, the car that Liam had gotten for Yvonne. She opened the car door and proceeded to cut out the brake. The brake was in her hand and the job was almost done. Just one more touch. She handed Kate the pliers. And Kate, the little fool, took them. How easy she was to manipulate. After Gretchen was sure Kate's fingerprints were all over the pliers, she took them. “Do we have everything we need?” Kate asked. Gretchen opened her mouth to say, yes, she had everything she needed, when she heard a slight shuffling. Her head snapped and she met the eyes of a man. The man Yvonne had bought to Liam's office. With research she gathered that his name was Levi. Levi's eyes were wide as he looked at the gloves Gretchen was wearing and the pliers in her hand and the newly cut out brake. He backed away, ready to leave. But, no, Gretchen couldn't have that. She pulled out a gun, it gleamed brightly even in the limited light, and she pulled the trigger. Levi fell immediately and Kate gasped in horror. “Why did you do that?” Kate cried out, looking like she was gonna be sick. “Because he was gonna ruin my plans. You see, cutting out the brakes on Yvonne's car is not what I have planned for her.” Gretchen smiled. “I have something far more gruesome in mind.” Kate stared at her in disbelief. “You’re crazy,” she gasped, shaking her head. “And you're useless,” Gretchen responded, shooting Kate in the head. Kate’s body jerked, her eyes wide as she fell to the ground limply. Gretchen placed the pliers and the gun in Kate’s hands, sitting the brakes nearby. She looked into Kate's lifeless eyes and wished they were Yvonne's. Soon, she thought. She stood up and exited quickly. Undoubtedly Chauncey had heard the shots and was on his way down there. She stepped over Levi and left the Hawke manor quickly. ★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam was shaking me, trying to wake me up. I groaned and opened my eyes. He was frowning. I sat up, my eyes focusing. I could see now that Liam was looking at me pityingly. My heart dropped. “What happened?” I gasped, my voice thick with sleep. “Yvonne,” Liam said my name softly, looking like he was at a loss for words. “Liam, tell me,” I said, my voice hard. He took a deep breath and said, “Chauncey found Levi and Kate's bodies in my garage. Levi is in a coma and Kate...” he just looked at me. My mouth dropped in shock. Levi was in a coma. Kate was dead.

It's sad that Levi is in coma but Kate deserve her death for being a bitch but Gretchen it's not over yet

I hope they will detect the faulty brakes oo

that is go for her.

Levi is in coma nt dead...Gretchen is nt over yet

Gretchen, it is not over until it is final over.

Gertrude it's it's not yet over. Kate may be dead but not Levi nd plus he won't be in a coma forever. You will surely go down.

All cos of money hmm Gretchen ur days are numbered

22 Never in a million years did I ever imagine I'd be at Kate's funeral. Levi hadn't recovered from his coma and I made sure to visit him often. Simon stood on one side of me, Liam on the other. Martia was sniffling. We had all been friends once. How had life gotten so fucked up? I sniffed, on the verge of tears. Liam's hand tightened on mine, strengthening me. They said she was angry that Simon had come to confess his love to me, so she cut the brakes out of my car. When Levi caught her and threatened to expose her, she shot him. Then consumed with guilt, she shot herself. I didn't believe any of this. One, Kate hated guns and couldn't stand to be anywhere near them and secondly, she could never taken a life. Especially not her own. Something wasn’t right. Something didn't add up. Kayleen stood beside her parents, their grief stricken faces sent my heart dropping all over again. I couldn't tell them I was sorry enough. But, the more I thought about it the more I was sure that Kate hadn't done this to herself. She hadn't put Levi in a hospital bed. Kate was a major bitch and a pain in the ass, but a suicidal murderer wasn't a characteristic of hers. Someone murdered her and they tried to murder Levi too. ★★★★★★★★★★★ After the funeral service, Liam had Paul take me to the hospital. Levi was lying there and he just didn't look like himself. There was no warm, brotherly smile to greet me. I missed him. I missed him more than words could possibly say. I wanted my friend back. I wanted my brother back. The tears were streaming down my face as I sat on the bed beside him. There was only the sound of his heart monitor and my ragged breathing as I cried. I stroked his hair and desperately prayed for a miracle like I had been doing for the past week. I put my hand on his and I stayed that way for a long time. I prayed for him to get well. ★★★★★★★★ “You little fool,” her father hissed, pacing back and forth. “You don't know what you've started. If Ryan finds out what you did...if Liam finds out...he's gonna dismantle you himself.” “I can take care of myself, father,” Gretchen replied, staring at him impassively. “Ryan came here. ” He let out a sigh. “Listen, we're the best mafia in this town since Hathaway and his boys. However if Ryan and Liam get involved with this I can't help you. Murdering a girl in Liam's garage! What were you thinking?” He shook his head angrily.

“You wouldn't help me, so I'm doing things my way. I've got something planned for her.” Gretchen smiled. He looked at his daughter. It was hard to believe his sweet little girl had become this...monster. “They're gonna kill you,” he told her softly. “Even if you do kill her when Liam gets his hands on you it won't be pretty.” “ If he gets his hands on me, daddy. If. ” And with that she walked away, ready to put the rest of her plan into motion. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam paced back an forth. The study in his home consisted of his father, Daniel Grover, Ryan, Lucas and Chauncey. “I didn't anticipate Kate dying and Levi getting hurt,” Liam muttered. “Liam, we don't know yet if Gretchen was the one who killed Kate. We won't know what happened until Levi wakes up,” William said softly. “And there's very heavy security guarding Levi, right?” Liam asked. William nodded once, his face tense. Liam sighed. He finally stopped pacing and dropped down in his office chair, rubbing his forehead like he had a major headache. “I spoke with her father a little while ago,” Ryan reported quietly. “If Gretchen did do it, he doesn't know about it.” “I've also set everything up for Phase Two, Liam, just as you’ve asked,” Chauncey spoke up quietly. “Everything is ready when you are.” Everyone in the room looked at Liam. Everyone except Lucas who looked bored as hell, of course. “Okay,” Liam said, sighing. “Gretchen is obviously deranged and dangerous but not too dangerous for us to handle. Let's do this.” And just like that Phase Two was set into motion. ★★★★★★★★★★★ It had been one hell of a stressful week. Kate had died, Levi was in the hospital and I was sure there was a murderer on the loose. I was lying in bed beside Liam, clutching him tightly. I was scared to let go. I was afraid that if I did let go, I'd blink and he'd be gone, too. I felt safer with him beside me. It was like the impending doom that I felt looming over my head wasn't there. I was going to start going back to work tomorrow. Liam had insisted and strangely Daniel had too. He said he had been swamped without me. Which was weird because Daniel Grover was never swamped. Liam kissed the top of my head and just like that all my worries fluttered away. All I could feel was the warm sensation of his lips against my hair. I looked up at him to find him smiling down at me gently. My heart fluttered and my stomach got all tingly in response. I wanted to tell him that I didn't believe that Kate had torn out my brakes. That she hadn't shot Levi and then killed herself. That she wouldn't've tried to kill me no matter how angry we had gotten with each other. But one look into his eyes and it all flew from my mind. And right then and there I realized I wanted him. No, I didn't just want to kiss him and hold him even though those things were nice. I wanted him. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget what was going on around me. Oh my God, I'm gonna give Liam my virginity. My fear and shock must've shown on my face because Liam suddenly looked panicked. He bolted up quickly, his hands on my face.

What did he want now!

Woah falling for him is not bad anyway

“Are you okay?” His voice was anxious. “No, I'm fine,” I said, reassuring him. He looked at me, searching to see if I was telling him the truth. When he saw that I was, his body relaxed and he just stared at me. It was the way he was staring at me that made me realize he probably was trying to figure out where my mind was. He was trying to figure out what had shaken me up so badly. What he didn't know was I was thinking about letting him make love to me. The awkward part was how unexperienced I was. I wasn't sure I could please him. I realized I was frowning when Liam began smoothing out the frown lines on my forehead. “Something's bothering you,” he stated quietly. My heart was pounding. I've never been so scared in my life. How could I tell him what I wanted without feeling completely embarrassed. “I've been so stressed lately,” I began quietly, looking at my hands. I couldn't see his face but I could hear his confusion. He hadn't expected for me to say this. “Yes, you have. The loss of an old friend and having a best friend in a coma is very straining.” “So, I was thinking...maybe I needed stress relief.” My heart is in my throat as I wait for his answer. “What do you have in mind?” he asked. I know he's probably thinking I'm talking about shopping or a trip to Barbados. I'll need to show him what I mean. I leaned forward—much to his surprise—and brought our lips together. Our lips molded together, his arm was snaked around my waist immediately, holding me so our bodies were in flush with each other. My hands were fisted in his hair, my breathing erratic. I ended up on my back with Liam hovering me. He pulled back to look at me. His eyes brimming over with lust. “Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked, his voice rough. I nodded. Because this felt right. And if it felt right there was no way in hell it could be wrong. I loved Liam and he loved me. I wanted this. His eyes smoldered as he brought his lips back down to mine. And then our clothes came off and condoms went on. Limbs tangled and I closed my eyes in pleasure as I let him take me to the point of no return. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ The next day, I woke with a smile on my face. Liam's arms were bound tightly around me, my face buried in his chest. I had sex. And it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I mean, yeah it hurt at first, but it soon became pleasureable. I felt Liam shift and I couldn't stop the face splitting grin that spread across my face as I looked up at him. He grinned down at me. “What are you grinning so hard about?” he asked in his husky, I-just-woke-up voice. His voice made the memory of last night stronger and my face grew warm. He seemed to sense my embarrassment because he chuckled. “Last night was great,” I muttered, hiding my face in his chest. “Yes, it was,” he responded. I could hear a smile in his voice. “I’m glad you let me make love to you. I'm glad I was your first.” “I am, too,” I answered and it was true. I was glad I'd waited and given myself to Liam. We lay on the bed together for a long time until we decided to get up. We showered together...and things happened in the shower. It was even better the second time. Downstairs as I ate, I couldn't help marvel over what had happened. I drank my coffee. I'm drinking this coffee and I'm no longer a virgin. I ate my bacon. I'm eating this bacon and I'm no longer a virgin. I put on my coat before I left. I'm putting on this coat and I'm no longer— never mind, you get it. Liam went off to work and I went to visit Levi before work started. I went into his room, sat down beside him and took his hand in mine. Again, I prayed that he would come back to me. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, he looked around disoriented before his eyes found mine. “Levi,” I gasped, not believing my eyes. I then jumped up and ran into the hallway. “He’s awake, he's awake,” I shouted. The nurse down the hall hopped up and ran toward the room and I rushed back inside, hoping I hadn't dreamed the whole thing. Sure enough his eyes were open, he looked confused. “What happened?” he asked groggily. I told him the story. How Kate had, allegedly, cut out the brakes of my car but when he had caught her she’d shot him. Then, consumed with guilt, she'd shot herself. Levi shook his head before I'd even fully finished. “Kate didn't do this to me,” he said as the nurses and the doctor came in. “Miss, you'll have to leave,” one of the nurses said. But I wasn't gonna leave until Levi told me who had done this to him. To Kate. “Gretchen did,” he told me, his eyes held mine. And his eyes were serious. And I stormed out of the room. Gretchen!

Thank God Levi is awake and the truth is out

the truth I'd about to leak out

Thank God he is awake

Thank God.

finalllyyyy oooooo

there sud be a tight security guarding Levi if nt Gretchen may come and finish wat she started

Nyc 1

23 I stormed into Hawke Corp. I stomped my way to the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor with excessive force. When I was finally on the floor to Liam's office, he was standing there, waiting for the elevator. He started, clearly surprised to see me. He titled his head at my pissed expression "Yvonne?" I pushed by him, and there she sat. A smirk was on her face as she looked at me. In vengeance, I raced toward her and hit her right in the nose. Immediate pain shot from my clenched fist and up my arm, but I didn't feel it. I punched her over and over. Kate was a bitch, but she didn't deserved to be murdered. And poor Levi was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He hadn't deserved to be put in a coma. Suddenly strong arms were around my waist, pulling me off of Gretchen. Now that I was focused, I could see that Gretchen's desk chair was toppled over and the papers on her desk scattered. She stood up, her face bloodied and bruised. Liam was holding me close to him, his arms restraining me as I struggled to wiggle out of his grip. "You bitch," she shrieked, trying to lunge at me, but Lucas was suddenly there, his face impassive as he held her back. "You killed Kate!" I shouted. She looked shocked, her face going red as she snuck a glance at Liam. "No, I didn't," she finally shouted back. "You're a fucking liar!" I was pissed, my whole body trembling. I was aching to hit her again. "Yvonne, love," Liam said quietly in my ear. "How do you know Gretchen was the one who did this." "Levi's awake," I snapped, not taking my eyes off of Gretchen. "He told me what he saw. You framed Kate. I don't know what your planning, but I'm gonna make you regret it." And I shrugged Liam's arms off of me, storming away. I waited for the elevator door to open. When it did I went inside and was surprised to see Liam coming to stand beside me. I sniffed. I hadn't even realized I'd been crying. His arms were around me in an instant. I pulled myself together before the elevator doors could open and leaned back to look up at him. "I'm sorry for kicking a hoe's ass at your job," I apologized. Liam chuckled. "No need. You look sexy as hell kicking ass." He winked. My face warmed and I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Liam to put me in a good mood again. We were finally out of the elevator and walking hand in hand out of Hawke Corp. The women looked on in envy as we walked by. I remembered something. "Hey, Liam," I began. "Hey, Yvonne," he said sarcastically, holding the door open for me. "Ha ha," I responded, pulling my coat around me as the December chill hit me. "When I came to kick Gretchen's ass you were leaving. Where were you going?"

Liam looked at me and sighed. "I guess the only way to protect you is to tell you. But Yvonne, what I'm going to tell you...it may effect you..." The look on his face as he said that was so serious, his blue eyes icy and not at all the warm pools of blue I was used to. And it only made me want to know more. I nodded. His lips tightened as Paul pulled the car around. He opened the door and tilted his head, gesturing for me to go first. When he was in the car beside me and had told Paul where to go, he looked at me. "Ryan told you we were kidnapped and trained by assassins, am I correct?" he asked. I nodded, wondering if Ryan had told him about our conversation. "What he didn't tell you was the who kidnapped us were Chauncey, my father, my sister, Ryan's aunt and your father." It was like someone had poured water all over me and then sat me outside in ten degree weather. Liam had a sister? My father had kidnapped Liam and Lucas and Ryan? Chauncey and Liam's own father had kidnapped them? This made no sense. Liam smiled thinly at my confusion. "The William Hawke you met is not the real William Hawke. The real William Hawke was a ruthless man, he hit my mother and abused me. It was a man who bore a striking resemblance to my father who kidnapped us. The man had his older daughter with him and his old friend name Chauncey. "They were very kind to us. It wasn't until a woman and a man entered that we knew there were more of them. It was Ryan's aunt and your father. However Lucas recognized the man as his father." Liam looked at me. My head was spinning. Lucas-Liam's best friend who was oddly identical to my brother Lucas-was actually my half brother? I guess that explained why they acted so similar. I swallowed my now dry throat and nodded for Liam to continue. Liam hesitated before moving on. "They had asked for millions of dollars from my real father. He told them no. He said they could kill me if they wanted. He was still young enough to produce another heir and they could do whatever the hell they wanted with us.” Liam scoffed in disgust, his jaw clenching. “They were appalled that such a man could own a multimillion dollar company. Taking pity on us, they took us in a treated us as their own. We asked them to teach us their ways and they did. “When we excelled and I returned home to find my father was as ruthless as ever. He was beating my mother worse and no matter how much I fought him and how much I bruised him, he wouldn’t leave her be.” Liam closed his eyes, remembering. “I had a plan. To kidnap my real father and put him away on an island far away and switch him for the man who had trained me. My mother, beaten and brokenhearted, agreed. “That’s where he is now. My mother and my new father are deeply in love.” I nodded, glad there was a happy ending. Liam's real father sounded like a monster. I was so glad that Liam was nothing like him. The car came to a stop and we got out. I was still reeling. Lucas was my brother. Chauncey and Liam’s father—who wasn't Liam's actual father—were both kick ass assassins.

We were standing outside of a house. A tiny, warm looking place that seemed to radiate love out of every corner. “Why are we here?” I asked, feeling beyond confused. “We’ve been working on a plan. My father, your father, Chauncey, Lucas, Ryan, Daniel and I. It was a plan to keep you safe from Gretchen. But after you gave Gretchen a much needed punch in the nose, I'm afraid I don't know what move she'll make anymore.” He frowned. I shuddered as I caught the underlying message in Liam's words. Gretchen was unpredictable now. “However, one of the lessons my biological father taught me was to always stay one step ahead of the enemy.” He knocked on the front door. Almost immediately a beautiful, curvy blonde opened the door. Her eyes twinkled as she pulled Liam into a hug. “You idiot,” she said, grinning. “Why haven’t you come visit me more often?” “I’ve been busy, Anna,” he rolled his eyes as if he were annoyed, but there was a smile on his face. “Of course you have,” she said, fixing her blue eyes on mine. A color the exact shade and hue of Liam's. “Anna, this is my girlfriend Yvonne. Yvonne, me my sister Anna.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Gretchen wiped away the last of the blood on the corner of her lips. She looked at herself in the mirror, anger immediately taking over. Her nose was broken and her lip was busted. She looked like hell. She grumbled under her breath, pissed. That bitch had made a big mistake, she thought, opening the drawer and pulling out her spare gun. She marched to her father's office. He turned in surprise and came face to face with a gun his daughter was pointing at him. “Gretchen?” He was shocked and horrified. “I tried to give you the choice of whether you want to help me or not, but you chose wrong.” Her voice was quiet, dangerous. “Now we're gonna do things my way.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “Liam’s told me a lot about you,” Anna told me warmly. We were finally inside her house. Her house was warm and Christmasy. Her Christmas tree was elegant and beautiful like her. She had two sons who greeted Liam as uncle Will. Liam was off in the yard joking around with the boys. “Liam never talks about me because I'm in hiding,” she explained gently, answering my unspoken question. I looked at her in surprise, thinking about how—even though she and Liam weren't biologically related—they looked so much alike. The same beautiful blonde hair and the same mesmerizing blue eyes. Though her features were softer than his, there was definitely similarity there. “In hiding?” I asked. “Gretchen thought Liam and I had a thing,” Anna laughed as if that were the most hilarious thing in the world. “She came after me, not knowing what I was capable. Needless to say I kicked her ass—much like you did today.” She smiled at me. “She sent her father after me, but they didn't come for me. They came for John, my sons’ father.” She looked heartbroken. “I’m sorry,” I said wholeheartedly. She smiled wistfully. “That’s why I jumped at the chance to help Liam protect you,” she told me, her eyes got this far away look in them. “I want to protect my brother from the pain I had to suffer when I lost John.” “You and Liam really are like brother and sister,” I observed. I could tell Anna really did care for Liam in a sisterly way and it made me smile. “Of course,” she said, smiling at me. “When Liam and I met we were very young. I was twelve and he was ten. My father was training me to be one of the best fighters—better than the boys. It was lonely. “And then came Liam.” She chuckled. “He was so earnest and honest and adorable. He was like the little brother I never had. And we trained together. He's the only one who can kick my ass.” I laughed because that sounded like Liam. At that moment as Anna and I laughed together, Liam came stumbling in with the two blonde boys attached to his back. He looked from me to Anna and back again, smiling widely. “Okay, why don't you boys ease off of Uncle Will,” Liam groaned as the boys giggled and hopped off of Liam's back. One of the boys named John—after his father I now realized—came over to me, grinning and showing his dimples. “You’re pwetty,” he said innocently, his lisp was adorable. “Thank you,” I said, grinning at him. He blushed and grinned back. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said, bluntly. Liam chuckled, Anna shook her head and looked up at the ceiling as if she was thinking, I don't know what I'm gonna do with him when he's older. I just smiled widely, trying to suppress my laughter. “Actually Yvonne is my girlfriend,” Liam spoke up, humor dancing in his eyes. “Not anymore, she’s my girlfriend now.” His glare was too adorable to be taken seriously. “Go off and play with your brother, John,” Anna told him, shooing him off. “You and Uncle Will can argue over the lovely Yvonne another time.” John reluctantly headed off to join his brother, glancing at me before he left. “Okay, so what do you want me to do, Liam?" Liam sat down beside me, across from Anna. He seemed to be very deep in thought. “Are you still in contact with Johnson?" He asked her, tilting his head like he already knew the answer. “Of course. You of all people know how much he loves his grandkids." Liam nodded. “Can you have him meet me tomorrow?" Anna nodded. “I'll try," was all she said, but it was enough to lead me to believe something was strained in the relationship between Liam and this man named Johnson.

So complicated!ur doom is near gertrude

Loving this

Gertrude your end is damn close.

hmm...following jejely

Enjoying this...

Thank God Levi wake up

go get that bad girl she deserve life imprisonment

Thank God Levi is awake

pls continue

Never imagined this from the beginning...hhhmmmmn

Hmm the twist and turns in this story is just something else oo ur abductor now ur father

Hmm this gonna be fun Gretchen and his dad's group against 5 assassins

This has gotten a whole lot to another level

Gretchen you can't handle them easily coz u up against highly trained assassins This is going to be your end

Tnx God

Gretchen abi what your name your doom is near this story is widely for someone to know were is going tooo

Things are just get more complicated, with Grethen now with the support of his father things are gonna get scarier.

24 Liam seemed much more relaxed after the meeting with Anna. He was more like himself, a lot less worried which I was happy to see. We had been having a very active sex life. I was pleased at how normal and natural this seemed for me. It was 7:00 in the morning. I was slumped across Liam's chest, his hand on my back. “Did Johnson ever go see you?” I asked quietly. “He's supposed to see me today,” Liam said. His tone was odd, it wasn't angry or wistful or even bitter, it was some kind of cross in between the three. “You and Johnson don't sound like the best of friends,” I said hesitantly. “We're not exactly on the best terms,” Liam said sourly. I wondered what happened between them that made Liam sound so sour every time Johnson's name was mentioned. I was about to ask why when suddenly Liam's lips crashed down on mine, his arms pulling me in closer. My questions can wait, I thought as I let him take me away. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Daniel Grover stood facing the older man. He couldn't ignore the power radiating off of this man. “So, you're the famous Johnson that Liam spoke of,” Daniel finally spoke, eyeing him. “Yes, I am. And you're Daniel Grover. Makes sense that two of the richest, dumbest boys on the planet would be friends.” Daniel was enraged. How dare this man insult him? He opened his mouth to give that man a piece of his mind when a voice cut him off. “The only correct part of that sentence was that Daniel and I are the richest men on the planet. We're hardly friends. And I think you and I both know you can't be stupid if you own a billion dollar company.” They swiveled around to see Liam Hawke standing in front of them. His face was completely serene, completely impassive. Behind him stood Chauncey, Lucas, Ryan and his father William. “Ah, I see you've brought the whole gang,” Johnson spat out bitterly. “The king,” he gestured to William. “The prince,” he gestured to Liam. “And the three knights,” he gestured to Lucas, Ryan and Chauncey. “I’m hardly a knight for the ‘ prince, ’” Ryan said with heavy sarcasm laced in each word. “That’s right,” Johnson said, just remembering something. “You and Liam aren't chummy like you used to be once upon a time.” He watched their body language. Liam—like always—gave nothing away. Ryan, however, clenched his jaw. Johnson knew then that he had struck a nerve. “So, we're all here for this Yvonne girl, right?” Johnson reached for the manila folder and pulled out a picture of her, whistling lightly. “She’s a looker, Liam. Very much out of your league if you ask me.” He chuckled. Liam just looked at Johnson. He had a feeling that whatever was coming next wouldn't be pretty. Johnson always like to play a sadistic game of cat and mouse. He liked to find people's weak points, toy with them and when he was done, he'd end it all. “She reminds me of someone though,” Johnson said, tapping his chin. “Ryan, doesn't she remind you of someone?” The tone which Johnson said this made Liam look in Ryan's direction to see his ex-friend’s reaction. Ryan looked angry, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. His stance and the look in his eyes was very standoffish. “No?” Johnson said after a pregnant silence. “She doesn't remind you of anyone?” Ryan was quiet, waves of fury rolling off of him like tsunami currents. “She reminds me of La—” Johnson began. “Don’t you dare say her name, you bastard,” Ryan spat. “My, my, you always were sensitive.” Johnson sighed, rolled his eyes. “But I guess I understand why you want to protect Yvonne now. If you lost her it would feel like losing Lana all over again, wouldn't it.” Liam looked at Ryan. “Yvonne reminds you of Lana?” he asked. Ryan looked at Liam, frowning before he finally sighed. “Yes. She looks exactly like Lana.” He glared over at Johnson. “Happy?” “Exceptionally,” Johnson replied, studying Liam's reaction. As always Liam's face was a mask of serenity. However now his shoulders were tense. “I assume you never had the chance to meet Lana,” Johnson said in a slightly bored tone of voice. “But she's the exact replica of the beautiful Yvonne.” It was silent. Liam taking it all in. So, that's why Ryan was so hell-bent on helping him protect Yvonne. Before anyone could say anything else the doors burst open and there stood Gretchen's father. His eyes were wide with horror and remorse. Liam looked at the man with one perfect brow raised, confusion shining in his eyes. “You have to get to the girl,” he said, panting. Liam's eyes went wide. “What do you mean?” he asked, panicked immediately. “Gretchen held me at gun point and asked for five of my best men. They're on their way to your residence now.” Liam didn't need to hear anymore, he was running before anyone else could react. He had to get there in time. He had to. ★★★★★★★★★★★ I was watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and was really into it. I was only on the very first episode but I was hooked. Carole had gone for a little bit of grocery shopping and had left me with one of the housekeepers. The housekeeper was cleaning. I could hear the sound of her humming softly in the kitchen. I was so into the show that I was shocked when I heard a loud thud from the kitchen. I got up, hoping that the housekeeper hadn't feinted. When I went into the kitchen, she was on the floor. All I could see were her feet because the island in the kitchen was covering the rest of her. I rushed over immediately only to see blood pouring from the back of her head. She hadn't passed out, she had been knocked out. I backed away and landed in a pair of strong arms. But these strong arms weren't the strong arms I was used to. They held me too tightly. Their intention wasn't to hold me close, to love me and to protect me. They wanted to hurt me. I struggled to get free, but the arms wouldn't budge. I clawed at him, I fought as much as humanly possible, but the arms around me grew tighter. Then they shoved a rag to cover my nose and mouth. I involuntarily breathed to get air. As soon as I did, I began to get dizzy and soon holding my eyes open was impossible. And against my will, I succumbed to darkness.

next

this gal is a bitch

Hmmmn...Gretchen is really crazy

Next

Gretchen has bitten too much that she won't be able to chew

I just pity ur sorry ass

hhmmmm

25 Liam rushed inside, damn near breaking the door down. As soon as he was inside the familiar mansion, his eyes searched everywhere. He walked briskly. He saw two people trying to kick each other's asses martial arts style on the television. He frowned. His training had helped heighten his instincts. And his instincts were telling him something wasn't right. Yvonne had to be safe. She had to. What the hell would he do without her? He walked slowly toward the kitchen. He saw Maria, the housekeeper, laying face down on the floor. And he saw the hair bow Yvonne had worn in her hair that morning lying simply on the ground. His heart turned to ice as a fury so deep it was lethal overtook his body. Yvonne had been kidnapped. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ When I opened my eyes, I was met with complete darkness. My head was spinning, probably from the toxic fumes I had inhaled when the strong arms had restrained me... I bolted up as the memories hit me. I immediately was dizzy, but I fought through that, trying to see something in the pitch black darkness that was surrounding me. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I was able to make out a door. I stood shakily and tried to get my bearings. The door swung open and I blinked in pain at the sudden sunlight attacking my eyes. “I see you're finally awake,” said a voice that I recognized well. “Gretchen.” My voice was hoarse. She reached over and a light flickered on. She was dressed in a long, stylish beige trench coat and Louboutins that were the same color as her coat. She had a shiny sliver pistol in her hand and a wicked smile on her face. “I hope your arrival wasn't too appalling,” Gretchen said politely. “Things between you and Liam were getting too lovey-dovey, so I had to intervene.” “Where are we?” I hissed, venom in my voice. “We're in a warehouse my father owns. It'll only be a matter of time until Liam figures out up you're here.” She paused, looking thoughtful. “However when he gets here you'll be dead anyway, so what the hell.” She pointed the gun at me. Icy fear settled around in my heart. Her eyes were cold, unfocused. No doubt she was painting a pretty picture where she would be Liam's trophy wife. “Why?” I asked her. She looked confused. “You know why,” she said. “Before you came along I had a real shot. But suddenly when you came along it was like I didn't exist.” She looked me up and down and scoffed. “I don't understand what makes you so damn special. I don't understand why he won't look at me the way he looks at you.” “But what's killing me gonna solve?” I asked her, looking at her seriously. “You really think Liam's gonna love you after this? He's gonna know you did it, Gretchen.” “He won't have a choice,” she hissed venomously. “I'll make him love me—” she stopped talking suddenly, looking at something. She nodded, lowering the arm that held the gun. She looked at me.

“I'll come back for you later,” she promised, turning out the lights and then shutting and locking the door. I knew I didn't have long, but I also knew I had to find a way out of here. ★★★★★★★★★★★ “What?” three voices chorused in horror. Kayleen, Martia and Levi were all staring at Liam with what could only be defined as fear. “I know she has Yvonne,” Liam said, pacing back and forth, kicking himself for not getting home sooner. Chauncey and William came from the east wing, both looking grim. “You watched the security footage.” Liam's voice was panicked. William nodded, Chauncey handed Liam a piece of paper. It was a picture of a big, bald man with biceps the size of infant. He had his hand over Yvonne's mouth. Liam swallowed, struggling to keep himself together. He had to keep himself together. Yvonne would be in his arms soon enough. He had to believe in that. He handed the picture to Gretchen's father who looked at it carefully. The man nodded. “Yep, that's one of my best men,” he said grimly. “Do you have any idea where Gretchen could be hiding Yvonne?” Liam asked desperately. “Well...” he thought for a moment. “It's a long shot, but I have a warehouse about four hours from here. There's a chance she might be holding the girl there.” “It's a chance I'm willing to take. Chauncey, get the private jet ready now.” Chauncey nodded, walking off briskly. “Johnson,” Liam looked at him. Johnson nodded. “I'll get some of the guys from the squad together.” Liam nodded, relieved. He'd have his love with him again. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ The door was locked on the outside, so it would be impossible to try to break out that way. Lucky for me I found a window that had been covered with old boxes. The sun shone through brightly as I struggled to pry it open. I had to get it open before Gretchen came back and found me. I didn't want to end up with bullets in my back. Finally it popped open. My heart sped in happiness and excitement. I lifted myself up on one of the boxes and climbed out through the window. As soon as my feet were on the ground I was running. The warehouse was surrounded by woods. I was just glad the sun was shining and that it wasn't nighttime. The woods and the dark was a scary ass combination. I had been running for quite some time when I abruptly came to a halt. I saw three men and Gretchen standing a little ways away from me, talking. I quickly hid behind a tree, trying to control my erratic breathing. “If they're on their way here we should move her,” Gretchen was saying. “Why are you toying with her?” One of the men asked in exasperation. “Why don't you just kill her already?” “Yeah, I agree with him,” said another guy, sounding every bit as exasperated as the first. “What if she escapes?” “Oh, I plan for her to,” she said chillingly, causing me to freeze. “And when she escapes, she'll end up here.” And then she fired a shot that hit the tree right behind me. I knew that my cover was blown and I bolted. I could hear the footsteps behind me, pursuing me as I ran through the forest as fast as my legs would allow me. Another shot rocketed through the forest, this time it hit me in the shoulder. I cried out in pain but I kept running. I couldn't stop now. I couldn't... I had to...get back to...Liam— My body sank forward, collapsing on the cool, hard earth. Gretchen came into view, kneeling over me, smiling angelically before she hit me over the head with the butt of her gun driving me into the darkness. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam could barely sit still. His stomach was in knots as he worried about Yvonne's safety. He clenched his jaw as the plane soared smoothly through the sky. “We’ll be landing in five minutes, Mr. Hawks,” the flight attendant said. He nodded. Hang on, Yvonne. I'll be there soon.

OH SHIT!, Liam should just get there already.

oh God pls save Yvonne

Shit....Liam you gat to be fast

This Gretchen deserves to be dead soon

Dis gretchen is really crazy

Gretchen u sef, continue

Love Nobi By Force

Hmm I hope Liam get to find Yvonne but Gretchen hmm

I hate this bitch

26 I woke up with my arms tired behind my back. They were sore and stiff as if I had been this way for quite some time. I opened my eyes groggily. I was sitting in a hard chair, my arms pinned uncomfortably behind my back. And my shoulder! It was burning as if it were on fire. I flinched at the sharp pain, focusing my eyes on my surroundings. I was in a confined space with no windows and dim lighting. “Ah, so you're finally awake,” said Gretchen's voice. I snapped my attention to where Gretchen was. She was lounging gracefully on a long couch, blinking lazily at me. She was like Cleopatra watching a peasant. Memories flooded through me and I now realized the pain in my shoulder was from Gretchen shooting me. “You shot me,” I said, slightly bewildered. “Well, yeah, I had to subdue you,” Gretchen said as if it made all the sense in the world. “I couldn't exactly just let you escape.” She made her way toward me and stood before me, toying with the gun she was holding. “I expect by now Liam is probably on his way,” Gretchen said. “He's always so willing to protect what he loves. That's why he's meant for me.” My hands-which were reaching for something behind my back-finally met something sharp on the bookshelf behind me. I grabbed it and began trying to cut my way through the rope that binded my hands. “Is that what you think?” I asked, distracting her as I tried to free myself. “How can you honestly think Liam will want you after you kill me?” Gretchen looked at me, considering my question. “He'll be mad at first,” she mused. “But I'll make him understand. It was necessary to eliminate you. You were a problem. You were in the way of our happiness.” I was halfway out. Just a little more. “Well, if you truly loved Liam, wouldn't you want him to be happy no matter who he was with?” Gretchen snorted daintily. “That's all an illusion. When you love someone you want them to be with you and only you.” My hands were free and I wasted no time, I jumped up, catching Gretchen by surprise. I knocked her flat on her ass, causing her to lose her grip on the gun. It skidded to a far corner in the room. The anger in her eyes was a clear sign I was never going to make it to the gun. So I leaped up and away from her. I ran out and was greeted by a man with large muscles. The man who had kidnapped me, my inner voice hissed. He looked at me in surprise and before he could tense up to chase me, I ran. I ran down the dirt road that led away from the house. “You fuckin idiot,” Gretchen cursed at him. “Why didn't you grab her. Go get her. Now!” And then I could hear the sound of pursuit, not just one set of footsteps but several. I ran faster, moving with all I had in me. I would not be caught this time. A shot rang out and I ducked behind a tree, hiding. I peeped over the tree and saw Gretchen and her men far behind.

Gretchen's face was twisted in anger, her cheeks bright red. “This way,” Gretchen snapped, heading in the opposite direction of where I was hiding. They headed off quickly. My breathing was heavy. I reached in my jeans and received a very sharp amount of pain. The pain from Gretchen's gunshot yesterday seemed to be getting worse. I sighed and used my other hand to pull out my cell phone. It was dead. There was no way I could contact the police. Or Liam. I sighed and looked back. Gretchen and her posse was gone. I stood up shakily. Now that all the adrenaline was gone, I was aware of how terrible I felt. My limbs were sore, my head was pounding, my shoulder was crying out for medical attention. And I was hungry. I began to walk. If I found a way out of these woods, I would be one step closer to returning home to my friends. To my family. To Liam. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Liam, Lucas and Ryan were all three staring at Gretchen's fathers' abandoned warehouse. There were two guards standing watch. They would be easy to take care of. Lucas, Liam and Ryan looked at each other and nodded, all three of them in agreement. Lucas and Ryan jumped out, ambushing the guards, moving with grace, agility and skill you only saw on TV. Liam quickly made his way past them, heading into the warehouse. Once he was inside, he searched for Yvonne. But there was no sign of his love anywhere. Ryan came in, then, looking around. “She's not here,” he whispered. “No shit, Sherlock,” Liam snapped, his heart clenching. “Liam, one of the guys found something,” Lucas called from outside. Ryan and Liam walked out quickly. They found one of the men Johnson had hired to work with them standing before them. Supposedly, this man had the eyes of a hawk and could find anything or anyone. “What did you find?” Liam asked, wasting no time. “There was blood,” he said, causing Liam's heart to freeze. “There was a trail of it from there”—he gestured to the farthest spot of the woods—“to about five yards from there before it cuts off. My guess is your girl got away before they caught her again.” Liam's jaw tightened. “Do you have any idea where she might be?” he asked, trying to keep his composure. “There's a cottage swarming with guards not too far from here. I'm willing to bet they took her there.” Liam nodded. “Then let's go,” he said, thinking of nothing other than holding Yvonne in his arms again. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ After hours of stumbling around in the woods, I finally came across a house. I walked up the steps, stopping hesitantly at the door. I finally mustered up the courage to knock. As soon as my knuckles met the door in an attempt to knock, it opened itself. I've watched enough horror movies to know when a door just opens by itself, you probably shouldn't walk in. And under any other circumstances, I would've. However, my circumstances were completely different. I needed a phone. I pushed the door open further, peering into the darkness. I looked around, straining my eyes as I felt along the wall for a light switch. At last I found it. I flicked it on and was met by beautiful scenery. The house was gorgeous. Very Victorian. And empty. Completely empty. Empty or not I need to find a phone. I found one, one of those phones you'd find in an office. I wasted no time putting the receiver to my ear and dialing Liam's number. He answered on the third ring. “If this is something about the company I said I'd handle it on Wednesday, I'm busy today,” he snapped. “Liam it's me,” I whispered. “Yvonne,” he said in disbelief. “Where are you? Are you okay?” “I'm fine,” I said, smiling at the reassuring sound of his voice. “I'm in some old house. Can you find me? I'm pretty deep in the woods.” “Yvonne, I will always find you,” Liam whispered to me. Then away from the receiver he shouted, “She's in an old house, somewhere deep in the woods. Can you find it?” He paused for a beat. “Good,” he said. “Yvonne, love, we'll be there soon. Just sit and wait, okay?” Before I could respond I felt the creeping sensation of being watched. I turned quickly and came face to face with a grinning Gretchen. “Yvonne, you look terrible,” Gretchen said sweetly. “Must be that handsome boyfriend of yours. He's just bad news for you. Why don't you just hang up on him?” she raised her gun, her smile never wavering. “We can have a little girl talk.”

You had your second chance to escape, please dont blow it else you are ready to die.

Gretchen is a bitch

SHIT!... You get caught again, just pray Liam gets there on time.

Caught the second time I hope the third escape will be the demise of Gretchen

Continue plz

am sure you didn't die cos if you do, u won't be d one narrating dis story.

This has gotten a whole lot dangerous

this is serious

Gretchen is a devil

You are a devil

Next pls

27 I was vaguely aware of Liam calling my name over and over, his voice panicked when I didn't answer. Gretchen and I stared each other down, the barrel of her gun and the promise in her eyes was crystal clear. My jaw tightened as I read that intent. “Liam, I love you,” I said, hanging up and cutting off his questions. Tears stung my eyes, my throat tightened as I thought of the idea of never seeing him again. I had a feeling this time wouldn't be like the others. She wouldn't just hold me captive and I wouldn't just escape. No. She was going to kill me now. “How sweet,” she crooned, taking in my miserable expression. “Then again, goodbyes are always bittersweet, aren't they. That sting you feel, that tightness in your chest? That's how I felt when Liam chose you over me. Me. I've loved him all this time and he wanted you. ” I was frozen as she took a deep breath, steadied herself, and met my eyes with a gaze so cold she could've frozen Hell. “But I'm going to make it all better tonight. There's no escaping me now, Yvonne.” And after those words, she fired the gun right at me. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ He had found Yvonne's location. The man who could locate anyone or anything had finally found her. Liam was a bundle of nerves. He knew Gretchen was already with her. And he knew Yvonne was in danger. And he knew he had to protect her. It was his job to stand in between her and whatever danger forced itself her way. Even at the price of his own life. The whole team was there, walking through the woods and looking for the old house Yvonne had described. “How long?” Liam asked the man. “Five minutes,” the man replied, never looking back as he led the way quickly. Five minutes. All he needed was five minutes. He prayed Yvonne could hold on until then. He continued through the forest, the two men who were like brothers at his side as Yvonne's face and the panicked way she'd said she loved him before she hung up ripped through his mind like a hurricane. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I dodged the shot she fired at me, using the counter where the phone sat as my cover. By now I knew Liam, Lucas and maybe even Ryan were on their way. I just had to hold my own a little longer. Lucky for me, my father had taught me the basics of self defense. If I could just get the gun away from Gretchen I knew I'd have a better advantage over her. I could hear the sound of her shoes clacking softly on the polished wooden floor. I stayed crouched, not even daring to breathe as she got closer. “I already know you're there, Yvonne,” she said mockingly. “Don't you know you're just prolonging the inevitable? If you come out now, I promise you it'll be quick.” And then her leg came into view. I grabbed it without hesitation, earning a surprised shriek from her. I yanked her leg, knocking her off balance. The sound of the gun skidding across the room and out of Gretchen's hands was like music to my ears. I scrambled to get to my feet, making a run for the gun. Gretchen grunted and stumbled to her feet. I was almost to the gun when Gretchen tackled me, knocking both of us to the ground. I reached for the gun. It was only a few inches away. Gretchen was reaching for it to. I stopped reaching and threw my elbow back, hitting her in the nose. She fell back, her weight on my back removed. I hurriedly grabbed the gun and turned quickly to face her, pointing it directly at her. “What are you gonna do, shoot me?” she asked, holding her nose. Blood was seeping from her nose and dripping onto her expensive coat. “I will if I have to,” I responded calmly, getting to my feet slowly. She laughed, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Why don't you, then?” Gretchen asked. “I don't kill people for no reason,” I told her, still holding the gun steadily. “I'm not you.” Her eyes gleamed and then they focused on something behind me. I was tempted to turn around, but then it occurred to me she was probably trying to trick me. Then, there was a hand on mine, lowering the gun. My heart leaped at the familiar warmth that spread through my body. I knew who was standing next to me without even looking at him. But still I had to see his face. My eyes met eyes so blue, I felt like I could drown in them. “Liam,” I whispered, leaning forward. He wrapped his arms around me and everything around us seemed to melt away. He held my face in his hands and kissed me. A kiss so full of passion and longing, I was breathless. When we finally broke the kiss, he hugged me tightly. My eyes met Gretchen's. She was handcuffed and being shoved into a police cruiser. She was clearly crying as she was loaded into the car. Twenty percent of me felt bad for her, the other eighty percent wanted to flip her off. As Liam held me closer, I knew I was finally safe again.

wow

Finally finally that obstacle is out of the way

Good for her...thank God u're finally safe Yvonne

Nawao

Glad u re safe

28 Sometime later I ended up back in the room I was staying in at Liam's house—after a shopping spree with Liam's mother. I was wearing Versace jeans and a Chanel sweatshirt with the symbol of the crossed C's on my chest. Kayleen was sitting on the bed, her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide. "She's gonna kill you?!" she screamed. "Shh," I shushed her. I walked to the door and peeked out. No one was snooping around. I closed the door and whirled around to glare at her. "Dammit, Kayleen. You gotta be quiet." "Why?" she hissed quietly. "Shouldn't we tell Liam?" I shook my head before she'd even finished speaking. "No. Not yet. We're not sure if she's really trying to kill me yet." I paused. "If things start getting really bad, I'll tell him." Kayleen didn't seem to agree, but she still nodded. "How are you gonna keep yourself safe until then?" she asked, worried. I grinned and flashed a can at her. "Pepper spray," I said simply. A knock sounded on the door and then it opened, revealing Liam who was dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. Again, he made an outfit so simple look like the sexiest thing on the planet. He looked at Kayleen's guilty expression and then he looked at my innocent expression with mistrustful eyes. "Liam," I said, flinching at how high my voice was. I've always been a terrible at covering for myself. I couldn't lie. And sometimes that was a terrible problem. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the office today." "I did." He looked over my shoulder and smiled at Kayleen. "You're Yvonne's friend. Kayleen, right?" I heard her squeak and I knew her face must've been more red than Santa's suit. "Well, your sister and her fiancé are here," Liam told her, his lips were pressed in a thin line. I tilted my head to the side in surprise. Simon and Kate were here? Now? Why had they decided to come now? I was already looking left and right to make sure I didn't get murdered, and now they were here? I let out a sigh. "Well let's go say hi." We all shuffled downstairs. Liam took my hand and squeezed as we walked down the spacious corridor leading to the living room. "Are you okay?" he whispered. I looked over at him in surprise. "Yeah, why?" "You look..." he struggled to find the right word. "...distressed," he finally said. Wow. He was a lot smarter than his pretty boy looks ever let on. I hated to lie. Like I said I was terrible at it. But at this moment, I had to. I forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. That dinner with all your colleagues just took a lot out of me, that's all." He looked like he didn't believe me, but he said nothing. Simon and Kate were sitting together when Kayleen, Liam and I walked in. Kate jumped up and hugged her sister and then grinned at me. "Hey, Vonna." She looked at Liam flirtatiously. "Hi, Liam."

sorry guys, that's a mistake, here come episode 28

28 Exactly eight months had passed since Gretchen had tried to kill me. My life was slowly returning to normal. I was steadily regaining control of my life and things with Liam and I were better than ever. I took the stand against Gretchen. She was sentenced to forty years behind bars. And honestly, I couldn't be happier. After the trial was over, we all went out to celebrate. It felt good to be surrounded by the people I loved. I smiled as I looked around at all their faces. Mom, Dad, Levi, Martia, Kayleen, William, Carol, Daniel Grover, both of my brothers with their similar personalities and their same name. Even Ryan was there, grinning from ear to ear. And Liam, who was gazing at me with a tight grip on my waist. A grip so tight I knew he'd never let me go again. “To justice,” I said, raising my glass. “To justice,” my family echoed as we all clinked our glasses together. Liam leaned in close to me and said, “To true love.” I smiled so widely I thought my face would burst. I couldn't imagine being any happier than I was right now. “To true love,” I whispered back. We clinked our glasses together. And at that moment I was just overjoyed. So happy to be here, alive. As the night went on and I heard the laughter of my friends and family, I thanked God once again that I was alive and well. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I woke up the next morning in Liam's arms. The sun was shining brightly through the tiny little cracks in the curtain. My back was to Liam, his arms were wrapped around me. I turned and was met with his clear blue eyes. He smiled lazily at me. “Morning,” he greeted me. “Morning,” I replied. His arms tightened around me and I snuggled into his chest, burying myself in his warmth. “You're very affectionate this morning,” he chuckled, rubbing my back. “I'm affectionate every morning,” I shot back. “That you are,” he replied huskily. My face grew hot. I knew he was referring to all the morning sex we'd been having lately. After being away from him for so long—scared and unsure if I'd ever see him again—it was like I couldn't get enough of him. It was like I needed to touch him to make sure that this was real. That I was actually with him and not hallucinating. “It's not like you were particularly complaining,” I said. “Why would I? I've been enjoying myself.” “I have too.” “You never answered my question.” “I wasn't aware that you asked one,” I responded in my smart-ass tone. “Fine, then, you didn't respond to my comment,” he grumbled. “You mean the one about me being ‘affectionate?’” “Yeah, that one.” “I don't know, I'm guess I'm just...happy. Happy to be home with you and my parents and my friends. I wake up and I just view the world differently now. Staring death in the face numerous times just gives you a brand new perspective on things, you know?”

Liam was silent for a minute before I felt him nod slowly. “I'm just so glad you're okay.” His arms tightened around me even more. Not so tight that I couldn't breathe, but tight enough that moving even an inch was impossible. He was a lot stronger than his good looks let on. “I am too.” We were quiet for a moment, basking in the warm glow of the others presence when suddenly I remembered something. “Liam, there was something I always wanted to ask you.” “Yeah?” I could almost feel him raise his eyebrow. “Why did you decide to help me? When I first came to you about Simon, you were so willing to help me. Why?” “You reminded me of Ryan,” he said finally after some deliberation. “You looked so sad and when I looked into your eyes, I could see the hurt, the pain and the anger in your eyes. The same sadness, hurt, pain and anger that Ryan always carried in his eyes after he'd lost Lana. Even though he hated me, I thought if I helped you—” “You could make amends with what happened to Lana.” He sighed ruefully and I felt him nod. “Exactly. But I never even dreamed that you were Lana's doppelganger,” he murmured. “That's something that I'm still getting used to,” I told him. “On second thought there are a lot of things I'm still getting used to.” Like the fact that Liam's father wasn't really his father, but was instead a guy who looked exactly like Liam's father since the real William Hawke was a ruthless, vindictive man who stepped on those weaker than him to get what he desired. Or how about the fact that Ryan, Lucas and Liam were kick ass assassins who were trained by some of the most kick ass assassins in the world? My father among them. Or the fact that I had two brothers both named Lucas who acted eerily alike. I think that last one was the weirdest one of all. Lucas had been born a few years before my dad met my mom, which was why Lucas was a few years older than us. My mom had no idea that Lucas was my dad's son, but I suspected my dad did. Sometimes I'd catch him looking at Lucas with this look that was something between pride and sorrow and joy and confusion all at once. “You'll get used to it,” Liam whispered to me. “I have to. This is my life now.” ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ “So, Liam wants to take you out, eh?” Kayleen murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, he said it was important,” I replied. All of us—Kayleen, Martia, Levi and I—have been shopping all day for the perfect outfit for me to wear on my outing with Liam. Liam had shoved his debit card in my hand and despite my protests, he had sent me off to the mall. “Tonight is important, Yvonne,” he'd said, looking at me seriously. “Why is it so important?” I had asked crankily, annoyed that he wasn't telling me what was going on. “You'll see tonight,” he had replied, winking at me. And with that he had sent me off, smacking me on the butt playfully as I left. And now here I was, sitting in the food court with my friends. “I wonder what's so important,” I mused. “ Girl, ” Martia started, shaking her head. “This has to be something really really important.” “Yeah, Martia, we all understand that,” Levi said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and earning a glare from Martia. “You'd better hope he hasn't decided he wants to play for my team,” Levi continued, grinning at me cheekily. “’Cause if he does, I love you, but I'm gonna have to hit that!” I rolled my eyes and the four of us cracked up, laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes. I honestly didn't know what I would do without these guys. “Okay,” I said sighing as our laughter died down. Martia was flipping off the people who were starting at us like we were crazy. Levi saw her and decided to join in, sticking up his middle finger to the crowd too. I was holding back laughter as I said, “Let's go get me a sexy, jaw-dropping outfit to wear tonight.” They nodded in agreement and we stood up, ready to get back to work. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ I was wearing a tight red number with a sweetheart neckline. The dress hugged my curves and my calves. My red Louboutins made my legs look amazing and my hair fell smooth and straight down my back. When I stepped out, I was met with Liam's back. “Women really do take forever to get dressed.” He chuckled and turned around. His eyes roamed all over me. His mouth slightly agape. “But, clearly my waiting was worth it,” he murmured to himself. “Yvonne, you look amazing.” My face grew warm. His eyes on me and his deep, husky voice had me on the verge of combustion. “Liam,” said Chauncey, poking his head out from the front door. “The limousine is ready.” “Great. Thank you, Chauncey.” I raised my eyebrows at Liam. A limo? What the hell was he planning? The suspense was killing me. “M'lady,” Liam said jokingly, holding out his hand for me to take. I took his hand without hesitation and we walked into the night and to the limo. My heart was pounding. I had a feeling that tonight might change the rest of my life.

Some proposal things

Oh my u got caught again pray liam should be on time

He is gonna propose to you tonight

Yeah ryt, I suspect it time for Liam to propose. A wild guess.

29 "You really pulled out all the stops," I said jokingly as we walked hand in hand on the beach that Liam owned. He grinned boyishly, saying nothing. But in all honesty, it had been an amazing day. I sighed in content. All of this, the quiet serenity of this beach, the sun falling behind the horizon in farewell, painting the sky shades of pink and blue and green, his hand latched onto mine-it was right. He stopped walking in the middle of my inner monologue. I looked at him in shock, furrowing my eyebrows. "Why are we stopping?" I asked him, tilting my head in confusion. "Yvonne, I brought you here because there's something I want to ask you," he told me, his eyes serious. Oh, God, I hope he doesn't ask for a threesome. "Okay," I said cautiously. "Yvonne, you've changed me in ways that I never thought possible. You've proved to me that love is real, that it truly does exist. You've shown me that it's possible to want only one woman for the rest of my life. You've opened my eyes, shown me that I've been wasting my time with all those meaningless flings. I should've been looking for you sooner. "That night when you stumbled out of the club, drunk and pissed: it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Yvonne, it wasn't meant for you to marry Simon because..." Liam took a deep breath and my heart pounded as he got on one knee, taking my left hand in his while holding a ring with the hugest fricking diamond I'd ever seen in my life. But I wasn't even thinking about the diamond. My thoughts were invaded by Liam. "...you were meant to be with me," he finished softly, his eyes burning into mine. "I can't imagine one day without you, so it only makes sense for you to spend everyday with me. For the rest of our lives. Yvonne Michaels, will you marry me?" To say that I was in shock was an understatement. I wasn't sure if I should say yes to be completely honest. I mean, the last time I said yes it ended in heartbreak. And then I looked at his face. He was more than just divinely sexy, he was funny and cocky. Protective and possessive. He'd go to hell and back for me and I knew I'd instinctively do the same for him. I'd do it in a heartbeat. "Yes," I whispered. He grinned widely, so widely I thought his face would split in half and slipped the ring on my finger. He stood up gracefully, pulling me into his arms. His lips seized mine and when he pulled away I was breathless. "I can't wait for you to become Mrs. Hawke," he whispered in my ear. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ It was three days after Liam proposed to me and everyone was excited for us. Even Ryan. He seemed to be getting over the fact that I looked exactly like his deceased lover. I actually think he had a thing for Martia. He seemed to admire her "no bullshit" attitude. My days were spent with Carol, my mom, Martia, and Kayleen planning my wedding. I can't recall a time where I've ever felt this happy. The smile on my face couldn't be removed if you whacked me over the head with a frying pan. And everyday that I spent with Liam felt even happier than before. We only seemed to get happier as time went on. Hmm... Mrs. Yvonne Hawke. I could get used to that.

last episode coming in the morning, or maybe tonight, you never can tell

He's gonna propose

just heaved a sigh of relief

WOW!, am so happy for the both of them, glad things are finally going well.

At last... Am happy for you Yvonne

Hmm nxt

He wnt u to be his now

And they live happily ever after

Qudos to you writer

Waoh!!!!

I think he want to propose

nice story here

Ok next

Lovely next plz

Interesting Mr and Mrs Hawke

@chinny I cnt wait for the last episode I love this story

I saw it coming

Congrats 2 u

30 Our wedding was set for this July. Our honeymoon would take place in Aruba. I was excited. I was all too eager to become Mrs. Hawke. As Liam and I walked together on the beach hand in hand, I just couldn't be happier. I looked over at his blonde perfection, marveling over his charm, his sexiness. And to think in just a few short months he would officially be mine and mine alone. He turned to look at me, catching me ogling at him. He raised a brow. "See something you like?" he asked cockily. I grinned. "Actually I do," I told him. "Yeah?" "Mmmm-hmmm." I leaned toward him and he leaned toward me, just as our lips were about to touch I said, "There's a little ice cream shop right behind you." And then I pulled away, walking towards the little ice cream parlor. I heard Liam give a sexually frustrated curse behind me before he caught up to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me around to face him. "You couldn't have thought you could get away without giving me a kiss first," he chastised me, moving in closer. "And why would I do that?" I asked, tilting my head. He smiled, his eyes doing that thing where they turned into liquid fire. "Because you're Mrs. Hawke," he whispered, taking my head in his hands and kissing me until breathing was nearly impossible. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ The announcement of their wedding was everywhere. In the magazines on TV. She just couldn't escape it. Here I am, rotting away in a prison cell and she's about to become Mrs. Hawke, Gretchen thought bitterly. She bit down on her tongue until she could taste the blood in her mouth. Rage pooled in her stomach like a river. "Gretchen," the guard said, coming up to her cell. "You've got a visitor." Gretchen looked up in shock, momentarily forgetting her bitterness and hatred. She never got any visits. Not even from her father. She was lead to a private room and in that room stood William Hawke. "Mr. Hawke?" Gretchen blinked. "Yes, though in not the William Hawke you think I am," he said, smiling without humor. "I'm the real Liam Hawke. The man who took over my company is an imposter." Gretchen's eyes widened. "Does Liam know?" she asked. "Of course he knows," William spat bitterly. "He was the one who trapped me for all those years. All to protect his whore of a mother. But I escaped. And now I want revenge. And I have a feeling you do too." Gretchen was at the edge of her seat, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Of course I do," she breathed. "I want to see Yvonne wriggle like a worm on a hook." "Good, because I'm going to need your help." He grinned and Gretchen grinned back. She could almost taste the revenge, hear Yvonne screaming as she ended her life. Today was a good day after all. ★★★★★ The End★★★★★

the season two will take time before it will start.

Can't wait for it oo

I though it will be like and they lived happily ever after hmm

Season 2 is gonna be dope

Be fast abt it please, can't wait for the season 2

Can't wait for the season two

oh God .. why are this ppl sadist of d highest order can't wait for season 2

@chinny dnt keep us waiting for too long oo na beg I dey beg u o

That Grethen should have been killed instantly, now she is joining force with the wicked William Hawke. Waiting for the next season sha.

nice one dear @chimmy.cant wait for season 2

Season 2 go make sense

Can't wait

Wow! seated season 2 is gonna be smokin hot

you are welcome

Wow so d fyt is nt ova yet

Season two is going top be hot

WAITING

I hope nothing will happen to both of them, Can't wait to start reading that season two

Am still wit u

I can't wait for season 2

Can't wait for the season two

Happily ever After

Nice ending.... But the ending will be bad for Gretchen and the real William.

very sweet..waiting for season 2

hmmmm....u shud hv JXT ended it...why anoda season 2....NICE STORY THO

abeg where the season two oooo

Please fire on with season two. The story is a bomb, mature and interesting to follow...i can't wait oooo

Nice piece of work

oya oya bring it on.nyc1

abeg u guys should try and release de season two on time

Can't wait for the season 2. After I thought all there worries is gone,this motherfuker just surfaced from hell

Waiting for the season 2

please I need the season 2 please

One of a kind