“Right. Have it your way. Go to sleep. I’m gonna take a couch.” I hold his hand a little tighter to stop him.
“Could you please sleep with me today? I mean next to me. If you want, of course. I know that we’ve just done something really wrong, something that shouldn’t happen at all because you are you and I am me. You have fiancé and all that, but I don’t want to be alone and…”
“shhh…” Liam takes off his T-shirt and lay down next to me. “Come here,” He wraps his arms around me, and I cuddle to him. I feel safe…I thought and then I fall asleep.
Chapter 17
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Liam
I wake up at night. My arm is numb, I try to flex it, but something is blocking my movements. I look at the factor of this pain and realise that it’s Emlyn. She is so peaceful when she’s sleeping. Her skin is soft when my fingers travel down her arm. She snores quietly and I try to hold a chuckle. I cover her body with a comforter, and she snuggles comfortably, realising my numb arm in process. My throat is on fire, so I decide to go for some water. I stand up and walk to the fridge. To my disappointment, Helga didn’t top up the drinks. Oh yeah, I asked her to not to do that because I didn’t want her to find out about Em. I sigh and walk to the main kitchen. The house is quiet during that time of a night. I stroll down the hallway. A soft light shines from my father office. I determine that I will not go there. Instead, I march straight to the kitchen. I open the fridge and pour some cold water to the glass. I take a gulp and relax.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.” My father voice echoes in the empty space. Shit.
“Helga forgot to stock my fridge, so I came here for some water.” I turn to look at him, “Don’t worry, I’m going to bed now.” I revert but his voice makes me pause.
“I know she’s here, son. What is your plan exactly, because as I remember correctly, I asked you to stay away from this girl? Do you know what your friendship can do to my business?” Fuck. I was careful to not to let him know, she’s here.
“I remember father, and I also remember what you said about your big plan of destroying her family. I decided that I will help you with that.” I lie.
“Yeah and what exactly is your plan?” He studies me.
“As you see, she is not at home. She’s not at home because I told her about the lies, her family was feeding her. She run away from them and I, as a good guy I am, offer her place to stay. Do you know how her father would react when he would find out she was in enemy territory?” My father is listening with excitement. I know it worked because a huge smile appears on his face as he claps his hands in excitement.
“That’s my boy! But I have a better idea. You will make this girl to fall in love with you. Young girls like her would fall for some cheap bullshit you will tell her. We will act like she means something to us. She doesn’t know yet, how important she is. She will find out soon and when she does, she will choose our family not her. Son, I count on you. This is big. Bigger than you think. This girl… she is a key to everything. Old Tom didn’t keep her without reason, he is not a noble person. We will destroy him with his own weapon.”
Shit, this didn’t go as I planned. I need to think of something to protect Emlyn from my father, because now, she becomes important to him, and when someone is important to my father, will die sooner rather than later.
*
Emlyn
I wake up after what seems like a year of sleep. An arm is holding me in place, but it’s not Ty’s arm. I feel safe and protected now and when I’m with Ty, I feel like used goods or replacement.
“Good morning,” A hot breath on the back of my neck makes me shiver. I smile to myself because I know this voice and I’m happy to hear it the first thing in the morning. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Mornin’” I answer jumping out of the bed like burned. Liam’s smiling face greets me, and I cover myself because I’m only wearing my short T-shirt which doesn’t cover anything. I probably forgot to dress up properly because of our yesterday escapade. The image of us together from yesterday appeared in my vision. Shit, I’m wet again.
“You don’t need to cover. Been there done that.” He smirks at me, bastard.
“Well, I hope I don’t need to remind you that you have a fiancé. This would mean that last night was a mistake and we need to forget about it, period.” I walk into the bathroom.
“It would be hard to forget about you!” He shouts after me. His words make me grin. I look at myself in the mirror and I look… happy. I don’t remember when I looked like that. My eyes are smiling, the corners of my lips are curled up that much it hurts, and my skin is glowing. Is it possible that someone who you should hate, makes you happy?
“You would need to because I’m no one’s mistress. I don’t take someone’s’ else’s fiancés.” The reality crashes on me. He has a fiancé. They gonna be married soon. She
