There was always something about Liam that you never could quite figure out. From the very beginning of the relationship, he had never gone into too much detail about his career. The most you ever got was that he was the head of a big company. Thatās all. He would always tell you that he was, āthe head of a big company, nothing too exciting.ā Of course you wondered, but you figured that it was just something he had to do, just a job at a company.
The two of you lived in a home, much too big for just two people. It was absolutely lavish. He always told you, āOnly the best for my girl.ā You always mentally questioned yourself how he could afford everything, but never out loud. You pitched in as much as you could, your career paying you well too, but he always told you not to worry and that he could take care of the both of you. You would never deny the term āspoiltā when used to describe you. You never complained either. He never failed to give you everything you needed, physically, emotionally and financially. To say you were luck was an understatement.
āI might be late tonight,ā he spoke, coming down into the front foyer with his suit jacket draped over his arm.
You mentally sighed to yourself, getting up from your desk and coming to the front area as well, your arms crossed over your chest. āWhy?ā
āI haveā¦ meetings,ā he answered, looking over at you.
āYou hesitatedā¦ā you murmured as Liam slipped the dark burgundy jacket over his shoulders, straightening it out in the front.
He dropped his arms to his sides and came over to you, his larger hands coming up to rest on both of your cheeks. You could just slightly feel the cool metal of his ring on his middle finger brush against your skin. āI have meetings,ā he repeated, looking you right in the eyes.
āWith?ā you questioned and grabbed onto his left wrist.
āSome customers. Thereās been an issue with a couple of them that I need to take care of,ā he answered.
You pursed your lips together and Liam dragged his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks before leaning over to kiss your forehead tenderly. His lips moved down to the tip of your nose before dropping down to hover youāre yours. You leaned in and closed the space between the two of you, your lips fitting against his. Neither of you moved. Liam pulled back after a couple of seconds with a slight smack.
āCall me when youāre done,ā you murmured, letting go of his wrist and taking a step back from him.
āI will,ā he nodded, pulling his hands back.
āLove you,ā you smiled, feeling comfortable enough now.
āLove you,ā he leaned over to peck you quickly before heading out.
When I pulled up to the house, I had to wonder to myself why I was hiding this from (Y/N). But then I quickly reminded myself that everything she didnāt know was protecting her. The less she knew, the safer she would be and I planned on keeping it that way. That also meant I couldnāt conduct business over at our house. I always ended up going down the road a ways to another house, smaller, but just as lavish. Every operation, every deal, everything ācareerā related was done here. As long as (Y/N) was safe, she didnāt need to know that this place existed.
Two of my men waited for me at the end of the long driveway. When I rolled up, they exited their vehicles, a quiet exchange taking place between the three of us briefly. I walked in front of them to the front door, the mahogany wood varnished. It barely made a sound as I pushed the heavy thing open and opened the house to us.
My office was on the bottom floor, the second floor barely touched. All the rooms up there were empty, used only as extra space if needed. My men followed me in as I walked behind the large wooden desk, sitting down in the leather chair and looked up at the two of them.
āTheyāre coming today?ā I asked and one of my men nodded.
āShould be sir. We didnāt really give them any other choice,ā he answered.
āGood. I warned them if they were lateā¦ā I drifted off when I heard the loud bang of the brass knocker hitting against the door. I sat back while one of my men went to answer it, the other standing off to the side.
He had pulled his jacket back to reveal the silver pistol that sat in his waistband. We never used weapons unless it was absolutely necessary. Two men followed mine into the office. I straightened up but remained sitting. They were in my space, they would be the ones showing respect. I didnāt shake hands, I didnāt invite them to sit. The respect was not mutual.
āGentlemen,ā Robert, their leader of sorts, greeted. āMay I sit?ā he asked turning to me.
āYouāre not going to be here long,ā I commented. āI want my cash. Then you will be on your way.ā
Robert smirked at me before gesturing to his man behind him. The smaller man came forwards and set a suitcase on the table, flicking the clasps open and lifting the top half.
āItās all there,ā Robert said slyly. I glanced over the bundles of cash before looking up at him, pushing my chair back and standing up. āBefore you speak, I must warn you of one little thingā¦ā he said before I could speak. āThat girl of yoursā¦ and yesā¦we knowā¦ if you want to keep threatening us for money you think we owe you, I would be carefulā¦ā His words were dark and they oozed like venom off of his tongue.
I cocked an eyebrow up at him and my fingers curled into fists. āYou touch her, Iāll ruin you, do you understand?ā I pushed myself up, standing with nothing but the desk in between us.
āJust be careful Payneā¦ thatās all Iām going to sayā¦ā
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