Liam Black was the last person I imagined seeing at Marco Russo’s restaurant. His bratty attitude is the last thing I needed. I was already having an awesome day. He will just ruin it all.
Yet there he was, sitting in his full glory, wearing a three piece navy blue suit and looking insanely attractive. Tapping furiously on his phone. Whoever that is at the other end, I kinda pity. He has this scowl on his face. He was pissed.
Jay, grinned beside me.
"Brother!" he announced cheerfully.
He glanced up and noticed my presence. He inhaled a sharp breath, a muscle ticking on his jaw
"If I remember correctly, you said you wanted to have lunch with me" his eyes held my gaze
"You failed to mention we'd have company."
Jay feigned innocence. "You know me. Must've slipped my mind."
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Liam's scrutiny. His eyes, sharp and assessing, lingered on me.
“Hello Mr Liam” I greeted awkwardly with a polite smile.
His attention went back to his phone. He didn't acknowledge my greetings.
Gosh
Can we skip this lunch? Wait no! That means I won't meet Marcus. I will just ignore him. He can't ruin this for me.
Jay pulled out a chair for me. "Come on, Em Sit, let's have lunch. Ignore him" he whispered the last part in my ear.
Reluctantly, I took the seat between the two brothers. The tension was palpable, a silent battle of wills playing out over crisp linen and polished silverware.
Moments later, Marcus, with his salt and pepper hair, approached our table. A warm smile on his face.He wore a chef’s jacket embroidered with a gold M.R His presence was commanding, yet inviting.
"Gentlemen, Miss," he greeted us with a slight bow. "Welcome"
Jay's face lit up. "Marcus! my Man” he stood and gave him a side hug.
“Emily, meet Marcus Russo. The best in town"
My heart skipped a beat. Marcus Russo, the culinary genius I'd admired from afar, was standing before me.
"It's an honor meeting you," I managed, extending my hand.
He took it gently. "The pleasure is mine, Emily. Jay said something about culinary arts"
I shot Jay a surprised glance, he winked. Okay, I forgive him for this stunt he pulled today.
“Yes. I would be rounding up in a year”
“That's good. You are free to contact me whenever you need my help. Any friend of the Black’s is a friend” he stated with a gracious smile
Holy cow
I was restraining myself from squealing. Did Marcus Russo just give me free access to him?
“Thank you so much. You're far too kind”
Liam cleared his throat. Argh!! This man. Of course he would interrupt now. He finally found his voice. I mentally rolled my eyes. Sadist.
"Marcus, we will trust your judgement as always."
He nodded. "I'll have your courses out shortly."
As he left, I couldn't contain my excitement. "I can't believe I just met Marcus Russo!. Thank you so much Jay. I appreciate this."
Liam snorted. "He is just a guy. Stop being overly dramatic."
If I murder this guy won't it be cruel if they send me to jail? What An obnoxious fellow. "You don't get to decide what he is to me.I don't remember asking for your opinion" I glared at him.
“It's actually better when your mouths are shut” I muttered under my breath.
Jay chuckled. "Don't mind him, Em. He's just jealous. He desperately wanna be Marcus right now"
He shot his brother a glare. "Quit talking rubbish. You know I don't give a shit."
“You don't get to decide for the rest of us” I counter
Our appetizers arrived, a delicate arrangement of flavors and colors. I took a bite, savoring the explosion of taste.
"This is incredible," I murmured.
Liam smirked. "Like you were expecting less."
I met his gaze, determined not to let him intimidate me. "Jeez, can you pretend like I am not here?."
Jay leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "Isn't this fun? Good food, great company. What more can I ask for?"
Liam’s expression remained stoic.
The main course arrived, each dish more exquisite than the last. Despite the underlying tension, I couldn't help but be swept up in the culinary experience.
As dessert was served, a decadent chocolate creation, Marcus returned to our table.
"I hope everything met your expectations," he said.
Jay raised his glass. "Exceeded them, as always."
I nodded enthusiastically. "Truly unforgettable."
Marcus smiled. "I'm glad. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
"When he left, I turned to Jay. "I know I sound like a broken record right but thank you really. It was amazing."
He grinned. "Anything for you, Vixen."
“This will be a perfect place for a date don't you think Em?” He asked
“Yeah, I guess”
“Do you have a boyfriend”
Why do I feel like this more of a trap than a question. What's Jay up to again?
“No I answered”
“Do you believe in love”
I paused. I didn't expect that question. I can feel Liam's eyes on me.
“Sure. Love is a Beautiful thing. Better experience with the right person”
Liam snorted “Rubbish. That is what they all say like they mean it.”
“Well, with a smelly attitude like yours, I bet no one will put up with you for long” I fired back
“Oopsie,” Jay said, casually drinking from his glass.
I observe as Liam's demeanor changes. A dark look brewing in his eyes. I must have struck a nerve.
He stood, adjusting his jacket. "If you'll excuse me."
Jay raised an eyebrow. "Leaving so soon?"
His gaze lingered on me. "You know I am a busy man."
Without another word, he left.
I sighed, the weight of the encounter settling over me.
Jay reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "Don't let him get to you. He's a great guy when he's not putting up the façade."
I offered a small smile. "I'll try."
As we finished our dessert, the atmosphere lightened. Despite the earlier tension, the evening had been a memorable one.
He leaned in, his eyes twinkling. "So, ready for our next adventure?"
I laughed, the sound easing the last of my nerves. "Like I have a say in whatever you are plotting."
As we left the restaurant, the night air was cool and refreshing. I glanced back at the building, a sense of anticipation bubbling within me.
Whatever lay ahead, I was ready.
The first delivery arrived just after noon.I was still in Liam’s house robe, flipping through TV channels like a bored house cat, when the doorbell rang. The housekeeper handed me a sleek, matte black package with my name etched in silver cursive across the top.Inside the box? A crimson dress–silk, scandalous, sculpted like a second skin. My breath hitched as I lifted it from the folds. It was unapologetically sensual, unmistakably expensive. Liam Black didn’t just pick a dress. He commissioned temptation itself.Tucked inside was a single note:“Dinner. 8 PM. Wear this.”I shook my head, already smiling like a fool. I should’ve known he wasn’t done making statements.Then came the second delivery.This time, a bouquet of red roses so deep in color they looked almost black under the light. The scent was intoxicating, wild. My phone buzzed just as I pressed the petals to my nose.Liam: Hope you’re not making other plans, sweetheart. I’ll be claiming all of your evening.I laughed, bi
Jay and I ended up at a sleek rooftop restaurant, velvet-lined booths, soft jazz threading through the air, and a view of the skyline framed like a painting.The kind of place where celebrities could breathe, eat medium-rare steak, and not worry about paparazzi lurking behind wine glasses. Jay said I needed this. A real meal. A moment to feel normal again. And maybe, he was right.Lunch started off light. We talked about music, travel, a dream he had where he accidentally officiated a wedding between two cats. He made me laugh, the kind of laugh that started in your chest and shook loose all the tension you didn’t realize you were carrying."You good?" Jay asked, swirling the straw in his mocktail. "Like actually good?"I nodded. "I think so. Just... adjusting.""Yeah," he said. "You didn’t exactly sign up for all this. But welcome to the circus."My phone buzzed on the table. I reached for it absentmindedly, expecting another meme from Sophia or Liam sending a naughty text. But inste
The grin on Liam's face didn’t fade the entire morning. It stretched from cheek to cheek like he’d won some silent victory, and even as we sat at the breakfast table, he kept flashing me smug little looks over his coffee mug."You know that look is annoying, right?" I said, reaching for my phone beside the toast.He didn’t respond, just grinned wider.My phone buzzed with yet another notification. I tapped it and my mouth dropped."Oh my God."Liam raised a brow. "What now?"I held up my screen. "I gained over two hundred thousand followers overnight. I’m at nine hundred and forty-something thousand now."He leaned in to look. "Huh. Almost a million. LA's new It Girl.""Stop," I said, laughing and trying not to let the nerves creep in. "This is crazy. People are saying maybe I left Mason's tour because my jealous billionaire boyfriend called me home. Others think I staged it for PR."Liam smirked. "They're not entirely wrong."I nudged his arm. "Liam."He chuckled and popped a piece o
The air inside the venue hadn’t cooled since the kiss. If anything, the heat had only grown thicker. Liam Black, the man known for calculated glances and cold detachment, had become someone else entirely tonight. Someone... touchy.He didn’t let go of my hand. Not even once.He whispered into my ear between tech presentations, his breath grazing my neck, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but him. During speeches, he leaned over to murmur jokes only I could hear. Stolen kisses landed on my temple, my jawline, the corner of my mouth.Liam Black had entered full PDA mode, and judging by the stunned glances we were getting, no one had seen it coming.Not the press. Not the attendees. Not even me.By the time the event wrapped up, I could barely remember half the speeches or tech presentations. All I remembered was Liam’s presence at my side, the comfort of his touch, the way he kept claiming me without words.Back at the car, I thought we were heading home. My heels were re
The soft crackle of oil in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I carefully flipped the eggs. The smell of toast drifted up, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee.I wasn’t about to risk another surprise breakfast-in-bed from Liam. One look at his burnt pancakes last week had been enough. Kindness shouldn’t be put to the test like that.And after last night’s... marathon, I needed something hearty to survive the day. My body ached in all the best ways, but I wasn’t trying to tempt fate on an empty stomach. Coffee was non-negotiable, and anything remotely greasy suddenly felt like a love language.Sophia padded in a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing black oversized shirt. She looked unusually serious, eyes glued to her phone as she slid onto the kitchen island stool without a word."Good morning," I said.She blinked once, distracted. "Hey."Silence stretched. I served the eggs, then poured us both orange juice. She still hadn’t looked up."Everything okay?"Another pause. T
The room still smelled like his skin. Like heat and tension and something purely Liam. My body felt boneless, sated, wrapped against his chest like it had found its rightful home. The ache between my legs hadn’t faded, but it wasn’t pain. It was the memory of being taken, devoured, worshipped in the roughest way possible.His hand was heavy around my waist. Possessive. Like he was daring the world to try and take me again.I ran my fingers along his bare chest, brushing over the steady rise and fall. There was a moment of perfect silence, broken only by our breathing.Then, I whispered, "I missed you so badly."His arm tightened around me. He exhaled through his nose. "God, I hate how I can't stay mad at you."I pulled back a little to look at him. "You planned to stay mad at me?"He tilted his head on the pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it was safer than looking at me. "Planned it all. Long and hard. I was going to ignore your calls, block your number, act like you didn't exis