In a matter of seconds, he already had the girl's number and she was smiling at him. "And if you didn't come here to buy lingerie, what are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm escorting my boss... and trying not to miss the show." "The show?" the girl asked curiously. "Haven't you heard the scandal about the assistant who got pregnant by Liam Harrington?" Thorne said, pulling out his phone and showing her a picture of Izzy. "Well, my boss is Maxine Johnson, the wife. She came here to meet the pregnant one in secret, right here in your store." "No way," the girl said, eyes wide. "Yup. I just regret signing a confidentiality agreement for my job, or I swear I'd record them!" Thorne grumbled. "Damn! That's some hot gossip. TV stations will pay up to five grand for these kinds of exclusives! You just have to wait for the right moment to sell." The salesgirl looked around, as if trying not to seem too obvious, but then quickly excused herself. "Excuse me just a second, okay? I
Liam felt as if a red-hot hand were tearing through his chest to squeeze his heart. Maxine his wife was beside him, seemingly ready to face the storm with him... but she wasn't. The flirtatious tone he had used to hear in her voice, the laughter, their shared confidences all vanished in an instant. And he hadn't realized how much he needed her until what stood next to him was a wife by marriage contract, not his Maxine. "I can't keep doing this," he murmured one night, intercepting her on the way to the kitchen. He pressed against her, and Maxine stepped back, her back hitting the wall as she looked away. "Liam, please…" "I miss you," he said honestly. "I miss you so much, and it's the worst kind of hurt when we're under the same roof. I need you, Max. I'm sorry for everything happening. I know you have every right to be angry, but... I'm asking for forgiveness with all my heart. I didn't betray you. This was before you. So... I think I deserve a second chance, right?" "Yes
Liam went pale in an instant. "Max… what are you talking about? What does my father have to do with this?" "I think you're forgetting why we got married," she murmured, her voice completely devoid of emotion. "We did it to avoid a scandal in your family, to prevent the company from going under." "Max!" "It's the truth! Stop trying to cover the sun with your damn finger!" she snapped. "This was a marriage of convenience, and you need to figure out with your father what works best for you now, because the scandal that's coming…" "I don't care!" he interrupted, stepping toward her and taking her face gently in his hands. "Yeah, there's going to be a scandal, so what? We'll deal with it. We've already been through worse, haven't we?" Maxine softly pushed his hands away and stepped back. Liam felt like breaking something, but he held back. After all, it was impossible to expect her not to reject him. Knowing your husband had a pregnant woman out there somewhere wasn't exactly
Maxine stopped in front of the elevator doors. They were about to open, and all she wanted was to get inside and leave that place. There was a sharp pain in the side of her chest, and she didn't want to know what it was—she just knew she hadn't felt this awful in a very long time. But when the doors finally opened, Maxine didn't move. A thought flashed through her mind: she was there to look after and protect Liam. Nothing more. 'He's not your husband… he's your client. He's not yours. It's not real. Damn it, it's not real!' Maxine pressed her lips together, trying to hold back the tears, when she felt Liam arrive behind her. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," he murmured, unsure of how to touch her—or whether she would even let him. "Max…" "I'll wait in the office while you handle your... situation. Let me know when you're done so we can go home," she said in a voice so cold it made Liam shiver. "Max, no, listen to me... Please, listen. This has to be a mistake!" he said
"And what do you expect? There are still people in the office!" Liam caught her quickly and spun her around, pressing Maxine's small back to his chest. He laced his fingers with hers and guided her hands to the desk, grinding his fierce erection against her ass as he whispered in her ear. "Well then, let me tell you exactly what's going to happen when all these people leave," he murmured, his voice so rough that Maxine moaned in anticipation. "Once everyone's gone, I'm going to close those curtains, and I'm going to put you right here, in this same position. Then I'm going to open your blouse… I want to see how hard your nipples get when I touch them, when I take them into my mouth and suck on them…" "Liam…" "…And bite them." Liam felt Maxine's body tense and smiled to himself. "I'm going to press my hand between your shoulder blades and push you down over this desk, your ass up just for me. I'll lift your skirt… or should I rip it off you? No? But I am going to tear your panti
Liam could have come up with a thousand reasons to object to Maxine's completely unilateral decision to throw him into training—but the truth was, he didn't want to. Because every time he closed his eyes, he could still see that bastard's hands all over her, and it turned his stomach more times a day than he could stand. To put it crudely, he felt like he didn't deserve to sleep with a woman he couldn't protect. He didn't deserve a wife who spent half her life saving his ass. Because at the end of the day, he was keeping count, and Maxine had already been in danger twice because of him. Saying it was easy to train with Leon would've been a flat-out lie. The ex-military man had the same height and build as him, but it was like instinct had been wired into him. He knew where to hit and how to hit. It was obviously the result of many more years of training. Still, Liam gave it his all and took the blows without complaint. They kept office work limited to mornings. They'd have lunch