Liam
"Sofia...oh shit!" I gasped as her body went limp against mine. "Oh no!"
Grabbing her firmly by the waist, I pulled her away from me and managed her into a sitting position with the help of the elevator wall.
"Sofia," I bellowed, slapping her lightly on the cheeks. There was no answer from her though. Her eyes were shut tigh
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Sofia:I watched the dark clouds seamlessly float over the tall skyscrapers. It was beautiful outside. A full moon night accompanied by the slightly cold breeze that reminded me of the arriving fall.Never in my life have I ever laid awake into the late hours of the night for a guy. But then Liam was not justaguy, was he? He istheguy. The Liam Mckinnon. Every time I close my eyes, I am drawn back to the memories of tonight, or was it yesterday? I glanced a
"Sofia," Liam's cold voice froze me in my place as I stared into his icy dark eyes. Damn...he looked like a completely different person altogether. "Mr. McKinnon, I er...I was coming to...I didn't know," I babbled stupidly. Oh, f**k this was so embarrassing. Liam caught me prying and even though it was completely unintentional, I don't think he was in the mood to understand that. "Who the hell is she?" Leila cried coming to stand beside him. She appraised me with a pointed look but at the moment all I could do was to stare blankly at Liam. There was something about his gaze that froze me in my place. Leila made a clicking sound with her tongue and that prompted me to turn my eyes to her. I s
Liam "I think this arrangement will be beneficial for both of us," Mr. Filch, my financial advisor said. "The output is less but the chances of profits are double and it will also pave the way to increase our exports in the UAE. What is your opinion, Liam?" "Whatever suits them best," I muttered wryly. "I trust you, Garry," Mr. Filch or Garry as I call him has been working with my dad for the past eighteen years and now he was with me. He's like family so whenever it comes to deciding on something of this sort there's no way I could doubt his suggestion and foresight. Dad trusts him implicitly and s
SofiaI sighed deeply as the warm water flowed over my body. Nothing could help you to relax better than a warm bath, a good fragrant body wash, or body oil and music.The last two days have been hell. I just couldn't get Liam's words out of my head and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to say the nastiest things to him. Like some sort of payback.You're going nuts Sayles!I nodded. Yes, I was going nuts. Because I was so pissed at him. I wanted to almost break his head with a baseball bat or something. That stu
Sofia"Hey!" Kris greeted, opening the door even before I could ring the bell. I stared at her flushed face and frowned."What is it?" I inquired closing the door behind me."How do you know there's something?" She demanded."Because you look very excited and you have a ridiculous grin plastered on your face," I answered, pouring myself a glass of water and throwing my purse on the couch."Really?" She frowned and I nodded my head.
SofiaHome was not really home without Kris. I miss her already. In the past two years, none of us has been without the other so I think it's obvious especially for someone like me who gets attached easily.Kris, however, was a person who can leave an impression on someone immediately. Sometimes it's her innate innocence that captures you and sometimes her straightforwardness.I prided myself for being straightforward and outspoken but Kris was two steps ahead. She has the kindest heart in general and the most dangerous mouth when she was pissed. I adore her for that and for all ot
"Sofia!" Liam cried as I headed towards a secluded place near the parking. I wasn't expecting him to follow me but since he was, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to give him a piece of mind. Something that I had wanted to do ever since he fired me and something which was delayed because of his so-called apologies that I readily believed in. Ugh! "Stop!" He shouted, effectively stopping me on my track. I stared around and there was no one there but us. Good. I turned around to face him and instantly wished he was not so f**king hot. His black t-shirt was drenched in sweat (kudos to me for that!) revealing how muscular and strong his chest was. His deep dark eyes scrutinized me with those hypnotizing intensity.
'Sometimes the most productive thing that you can do is sleep,'I always abide by this quote which I once founded in Google and was so impressed that I wrote it down on a chart paper with red and black marker and pasted it on the display board in my room.For someone like me who needs almost ten to eleven hours of sleep, the idea of getting up at six in the morning after going to bed at two is almost like capital punishment and today being Sunday makes the situation doubly dreadful."F**k you!" I shouted at my cellphone, the reason why I have to open my eyes just at the moment when I was about to hug Sam Claflin. It was weird.How was I so obsessed with him?