Romances de Bamie 💕

LiamWeakness is expensive. That was the first thing my father taught me. The second, never let others know where yours lie. I should have remembered that last night. “Your numbers are slipping.” My father’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I was brought back to the boardroom meeting. The table surrounded my executives. None of them were staring. I could see them watching.They were always watching. I glanced at the documents before me. Quarter projections, acquisition delays, missed opportunities.” All mine, all recent, and all of them were avoidable. “I’m aware.” I responded.“Are you?”I look up. Mark Blackwell was a man that raised his voice. He never did. For control was not determined by volume. “Because from where I’m sitting,” He continued. “You’re losing focus.”The atmosphere in the room changes, and I could feel the eyes turn. “If you have something to say, then say it.” I was impatient. “I do, and I am. You’re losing focus” His cold gaze meets mine. Cold, calcu

AvaI don’t cry. Not anymore. Tears don’t fix anything. I learned that the hard way. As I stood in Liam Blackwell’s office, less than twelve hours after waking up alone in his bed, I stood there wondering how someone could look the same, and feel so different. “Is there something you need, Miss Harris?”The words hit like a slap. A loud painful slap whose sting didn't fade away. Miss Harris. Not Ava. Not the woman he’d held in his arms the night before. He looked like a stranger sitting from across the office, distant and untouchable. I gripped the files closely to my chest, not letting the hurt show on my face. “I came to confirm the staff projections for Q3.” I say, trying my best to steady my voice. He barely looks up from the documents on his desk. “Leave it there.” No hesitation, no inflection, no remorse. He was void of any sentiment from the night before and all that was left was indifference. He was going to act like nothing happened. Like I didn’t happen. A sharp

AvaThe moment the doors closed behind me, I knew it was a mistake. The house did not fall short of my expectations. Sleek, expansive. And quiet in a way that felt expensive.Floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the city with lights that seemed to stretch on forever. Untouchable. Just like him. “You can leave.” He said suddenly. “What?” I asked, as I turned around. “The door is still there. If you think this was a mistake.” It wasn’t conceit, nor rudeness. It wasn’t polite nor was it inviting. It was something I had not encountered before. “Then why did you bring me here?” I swallowed. “If you thought I would leave?” “I wanted to see if you would.” “And?”“You’re still here.” There was something about the way he said it. Not victory, not triumph. Something more… complicated. “I don’t do this…” I said, more to myself than him. “Neither do I.” A laugh escaped me. “What?” He asked. “I find it hard to believe that.”“You don’t have to.” He steps closer, slow, calm, measur

AvaThe second we walked in it was obvious. The conversations still flowed in the same manner but it was clear the topic had changed. The way the eyes followed. Some leered, some jested and others were confused. “Who is she?”“Why her?”“He chose her of all people?” As though the pressure in the hall was different from the one outside, I felt a weight crushing down on me. I was out of place. My body tightened and I tightened my fists, wondering if leaving at this point was still an option. “Relax. They’re harmless.” Liam said, calmly. “I never said they weren’t.” I defended.“Oh really? Because you look like you’re about to run.” I then noticed I was gripping his arm firmly, while he gently kept me in place. We walked deeper into the gala, and I felt even more out of place. Liam pulled me in. “You have nothing to fear.” He said, with absolute confidence. No reassurance, no optimism. He said it like a person stating a fact. And that reassured me more than I expected. Soon, L

AvaThe last time a man told me “trust me,” I ended up pregnant and alone. So when Liam Blackwell says “Come with me tonight.” I don’t mistake it for anything harmless.I stare at him from across his office, my fingers tighten around the documents I held to my chest. The glass wall behind me reflects everything perfectly. The skyline, the employees the way his eyes haven’t left me since I walked in. “I have plans.” I say. “Cancel them.” He replies flatly.It wasn’t a suggestion.He wasn’t giving me a chance to refuse. But that was Liam Blackwell. He decided what happened with others, and no one decided for him. “I’m your head of HR.” I reminded him. “Not your assistant.” “And I’m your boss.” There it was. The power play. I should refuse, and every experience, every scar, every thing I’ve believed in told me to walk out and never get involved with men like him. But the life I was building for Noah revolves around me not making enemies out of men like him. “What exactly do you