"Aren't you getting a little too much into the act?" Her eyebrows quivered when Livian placed her on the bed and proceeded to take off her heels. The room had been decorated with red roses and candles, typical of a bridal chamber. It was his idea and of course, it was too real for a contract wedding.
The light illuminated the side of his face, accentuating his handsome profile as he took her foot to gently massage it. "You asked me to put on a realistic act. How can it look realistic if I don't act like a normal husband would?" A chuckle escaped her lips. "Do normal husbands massage their wive's feet at random occasions?" Her question made a frown settle on his lips. "Why are you certain that they don't?" "That's something dream husbands do and let's be real. They don't exist." She looked indifferent about it. "If we are both working and I'm tired after a long day of work, then so is he. I don't expect any special treatment just because I'mNot catching the hint of mischief in his tone, she proceeded to open the next box. The content was a ruby bracelet. If she wasn't lost in admiring it, she would have realized that the man beside her had tensed up while waiting for her reaction.She ran her fingers along it gently. "This is beautiful. I don't and don't know who the sender is but it looks familiar."He swallowed beside her. Of course it was familiar. He had given it to her as a gift on her nineteenth birthday. She had worn it for a while before he spoke ill of Ethan, then she'd returned it to him as a sign that she no longer wanted anything to do with him.He watched quietly as she checked it over and over. Part of him wanted her to figure it out, but part of him dreaded the outcome. What would happen once she found out? Would she kick him out? It was too soon for that to happen…But then again, she was going to figure it out sooner or later and she would be mad at hi
Waking up with a raging boner was nothing new. Only that this time, it had nothing to do with it being a common occurrence. It had a lot to do with the woman who had her perfect, shapely bottom pressed against his crotch. She probably didn't know that she had rolled into his embrace and used his arm as her pillow, nor did she have any idea what that did to him.Although he knew that it was best not to, he looked down at her little exposed waist. Her nightdress had somehow managed to make its way up her waist thanks to her bad sleeping habits, giving him this beautiful scenery of her butt in nothing but her underwear.Trying not to wake her, he gently pulled his arm from under her head.She stirred and her eyes opened."Sorry, I was trying not to wake you." He patted her hoping that it would lull her back to sleep."It's okay. I was going to wake up soon anyway." She stretched and slid off the bed, straightening her nightdr
She watched his muscles flex as he moved about preparing the meals for brunch. He flipped the bacon in the pan and started preparing to bake cookies. He would refer to his phone for the recipe once in a while and she didn't find it odd. He was supposed to take care of her meals but clearly didn't even know the simplest recipes. Yet for some reason, she didn't have the slightest urge to reprimand or fire him.She could get used to this kind of view. It was amazing that while he didn't know how to cook, he was doing his best to learn just so he would cook for her.It was a job that helped him pay the bills but his effort still made her smile. That woman he loved must have been blinded by the douche if she still couldn't tell what an amazing man Livian was. Well, her loss.If she had any idea that she was the very woman she had just cursed and scolded for being a fool, she might want to eat her words."I'll help you with that." She walked over and to
Livian stared at her for what felt like a lifetime but was probably only a few seconds. Meeting his gaze that was unwavering as he looked straight into her eyes, her mind started to fill with unease. Had she gone too far? They had known each other for such a short time, why would she blurt out something that could make him judge her?She chewed the inside of her lip. It was exactly because they didn't know each other that well and would go separate ways in six months that she shouldn't care what he thought of her after what she had just blurted. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to bear the thought of him shunning her."I…" He spoke at the same time and made her stop. "You don't strike me as a serial killer with actual skeletons in your closet. If you did something to him, he must have deserved it."A smile slowly formed on her lips. "Why would you be so certain that I didn't turn vengeful and torture him to his death for fun?"
She smiled and sent the pictures that they had selected back to Asher. She then looked up at him. "Do you want to keep the rest for your personal use? You can use them as your phone or laptop wallpaper as long as you don't post them on social media.""I'll take one." He chose one that had a clearer shot of his side profile from the lot that they had not selected for the ads. She sent it to him. The meeting was about to start so he left to deal with his own company matters. By the time he was done, it was already evening and he was yet to see a sign of her leaving her room. She was probably busy so he made her dinner and took it to her room."Come in." She said when she heard a knock and looked up to see him carry a tray in.He uncovered the lid. "I brought your dinner. Figured you'd be too busy to come downstairs but you shouldn't miss your meals."His thoughtfulness melted her heart. "Thank you. Though you should know that you don't have to conti
"Is there a good reason why you deceived my granddaughter?" She demanded, her expression stern. He knew that one wrong word was all it took for Gemma to be told everything and for him to be forced to divorce her."Well," Shit.Her lips twitched as she looked at him. "If I were you, I would not try to weasel out of this by lying."She was right. He would only be digging deeper into his own grave, and it wasn't like she couldn't investigate his exact identity if she wanted to.After checking to ensure that there was no one but them on the rooftop, he leaned against the railing slightly. "She would never believe that I love her if I told her who I am. Heck, she wouldn't even let me speak to her before kicking me out.""In other words, you lured her using an alias and managed to get her to say yes all without knowing who you really are." She sounded disappointed and if it was infuriating that he had hidden his identity from Gemma, it was even h
The following morning, Gemma was about to eat the French toast that Livian had brought for her breakfast when Cora delivered an awful piece of news. The detective had asked for her to call him back. Again. She almost groaned in frustration. The last time he had her return his call, he had called her over and asked a series of questions she didn't know had anything to do with the case. Despite her displeasure, she knew that he would make a living hell out of her life so she had no choice but to give him a call.Just as she guessed, he called her over to the police station to assist with investigation as he termed it, but she knew he must have just found more excuses to try and pin the crime on her.They sat opposite each other at the table. He stared at her as though he was trying to make sense of something but didn't look like he was about to say anything."Did you call me over just so you could look at me? You do know that there are photographs for
A knock on the door interrupted him just as he had gotten the first syllable out."Gemma, are you busy?" Cora's voice came. Gemma called her in.She was shocked when she saw him there, so she stood stunned for a while."You don't need to pretend around Livian. He will keep his mouth shut." She chortled. It was a subtle threat. Not that he was planning to talk about anything he shouldn't."I'll let you two talk first." Cora offered and turned to leave."Is it personal or business-related?" Gemma asked. When Cora said that it was related to what they had discussed earlier—which Livian knew had to do with him as Darrel's boss, Gemma told her to stay and asked him to return in about ten minutes.He took a deep breath once he was in his room. Why did it seem like things were happening to interrupt him every time he was ready to open up? Was this a sign that it was not the right time to tell her about it?Of course, he wanted