8. Back into his arms after running away for 6 years Arielle's POV I shot two bottles of wine later that evening below my throat. Because I was on cloud nine. Earlier I had a so-called reason to be happy but after Amanda visited me, I realized there could be no better reason for my happiness than getting to unite with Liam. I pulled out a black thick diary from under the mattress and opened it. There were all the necessary cut outs of rough pages of newspaper, glossy pages of magazines of Liam smiling at cameras. "I missed you so much, Liam. Can't believe we're going to unite again." Tears filled my eyes. I stared at his pictures in different shades in my diary and kissed them one by one. He does not know about me but since I separated and left my family six years ago, I could not stop from following up with him. The fact was that I truly depended on him as a lover. I've tried my best to forget and avoid him for five and half years, but just as I shifted back to Vegas, my
9. I hope he misses my body too Arielle's Pov Life has not been very good for me. Being abandoned six years ago due to a mistake I innocently committed for the wellbeing of others, it's taken every fragment in me to survive. Only I know how I managed to survive all these years. My parents and everyone else disowned me. I was living my life alone while pretending to be happy with everything. I celebrated, sometimes didn't, Christmas and thanksgiving alone. I went to see fireworks at night soone on new year's eve. I cut my own cakes on my birthdays— sometimes spent them crying in bed for the whole day after locking myself in my room. Many— I mean men mostly, tried to be a part of my life but I can't let them in. It's not that I didn't try. I did a lot. It's just that my past haunts me a lot. Everytime I went to a date, I knew it wasn't supposed to be. I compared those guys with Liam and offended not them by turning them down but myself too. That's the reason why I was sipping my
10. A meeting with his bride "Hi... Liam." was the text he received that night. Liam was in the elevator, going down to the parking. It was 1.30 am, he stared at his wrist watch and sighed. He didn't usually work so late, but ah, when he wanted to not let irrational thoughts cloud his brain, he did. Which was... everyday. Last six years have been laborious. But the fruit of it was sweet and Liam savored every bit of it. His pictures in magazines and name on television satisfied him. His sleepless nights were not going in vain. That's all that mattered. Liam gawked at the message throughout his journey down to the car parking. He wanted to perceive who it could be before sending a response. He couldn't recognize the number, so he defeatedly texted back, since he had no energy to guess any longer, "Who is this?" An instant reply came. "Hii, it's Arya." His eyebrows joined his forehead as he raised them in amazement. 'Arya, that's... that's the nickname I gave her.' Lia
11. His bride resembles his ex-girlfriend!? "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorryyyyyyyy." A smile covered his lips. This reply was hardly expected. But this girl herself was a package of surprises. "I'm so sorry, Liam. I came but I couldn't find you... my phone was dead too so I couldn't text you either... sorry!" Liam calmed down. This was okay as it was an honest mistake. Perhaps they could reschedule. He thought as he stared at her status 'typing...' eagerly waiting to see what else she had to say. "I looked everywhere in the cafe then gave up. I hope it's not offensive enough to call off our meeting? Please forgive me. I truly didn't mean to offend you. I am… sorry." he can imagine her dropping her head in despair. Liam's mind automatically drifted back to the mysterious lady in the cafe, and he immediately asked her, "What were you wearing?" Her reply came quickly, "A red crop top with black denims and black pencil heels." Before Liam could calm his mind down, he messag
12. Can't see her face for he was busy staring at her tempting figure The next day, Liam told Allister about his phone conversation with Arya, and how he wanted to marry her. Allister broke into an excited smirk upon hearing this. "Well Liam, Arya is really a nice girl. I've met her myself," he assured Liam. "Trust me she will keep you very very very happy. You won't be able to ask for better... she's perfect for you, bro." Liam smiled positively at his friend, happy to hear good things about Arya. Yet, somewhere in his chest, something tightened— like lost love. "I still don't know what she looks like Allister." He confessed. "But she has a really nice figure." Liam could only recall what she looked like from the back. That's what kept him excited. If he wanted to dig into her complete history, he wouldn't have liked to play this way. This was fun. Not to forget the photographs. They were in his bedroom in the drawer of his bedside table. If he desired, he could have asked Al
13. Running into each other after 6 years "I'm exhausted!" Liam muttered as he exited yet another expensive shop. He walked in and out of many stores, not sure of what to buy for Arya. He didn't know what Arya liked or disliked, he didn't know her hobbies, her passions... he didn't know anything about her at all. She was a woman who suddenly became compatible and he was falling for her— his mysterious lady. Perhaps the rush to get married wasn't such a good idea. But Liam knew that he shouldn't have thought like that, especially since both of them had already agreed to get married. Liam knew that the one look at her back was enough to send electricity down his spine... and that her figure sent a current of desires down his groin. She felt too close. Too desirable. Too exotic, and a possession he can't wait to get his brand name on and take under his arm. She felt like a touch which gets comforting, so warm, so familiar... like a faded memory from the past. Except Liam didn't k
14. A forbidden kiss Arielle's heart sped up. She was trembling so badly that had it not been for the pack of chocolates in her hands she was squeezing on, she would have given away her anxiety. After six fucking long years.... They were face to face, standing so close yet so away. He's grown more handsome than he was before. That firm jaw, sleek animal-like huge body with broad shoulders sent a ripple of terror below her spine. Yet a soft spot between her legs tickled. His lips were divided. He eyed her so murderously that she regretted coming in front of him. This was a bad idea. Oh hell, yes this was. However, Arielle gulped all her worries and resumed her game of seduction. She slowly lifted the box and hugged it, fearing that he might notice small visible poking nipples on her chest. She took a deep breath and whisper-growled, "I don't know you, sir." She saw him laugh and look away. "Oh right, how can I forget?" His shoulders were swiftly composed. She was playing with f
15. A nightmarish sl*t from the past?! Arielle was red. She stared at the ground between their feet in order to hide the smile crawling on her mouth as well as the glint of escalating desires in her eyes. This kiss was perfect, giving birth to butterflies she assumed were long dead. And mind boggling. Liam had been a possessive and rough lover. His kisses always sent her to another world and this kiss was no less. Six years of separation yet his mouth worked exactly the same way it used to do when they were dating. Only the urgency she sensed was new. Something she was delighted and grateful about. Arielle was still peering at the floor when she heard his purr, "Bloody bitch!" shooting her head up, her widening eyes fixed on his twisting face. "You are still the same, Arielle Scott. Seducing and trapping another woman's man in your web. So disgusting!" He was growling as if he would snap her neck anytime. Before she replied Liam turned around and was about to storm out of the