Zayla’s pov

As promised, Liam came by early in the morning. He knocked at the door and my dad answered and led him in to sit in the living room. I don’t know what the conversation was, but my dad would ask 20 questions and give him a hard time.

I dashed to get ready, throwing my hair in a bun, putting on a sweatshirt, and wearing leggings. I slip on my tennis shoes. Liam looks very unconformable as I enter the front room after rushing down the stairs. I giggle and he looks up at me and he smiles. God, his smile makes me melt. Ari was purring in satisfaction.

I finally tore my eyes away from Liam and gave a smile to my dad, “Good morning Dad, “I said sweetly. He was still scowling at Liam while saying, “Good morning, princes” without taking his eyes off Liam.

I kissed his cheek, which brought his attention to me.

“Dad, I see you have met my friend Liam. “I responded matter-factly. Liam smiled as he turned to me.

“Yes, I was getting to know him, he said.

“He came by because we need to talk to you an