The restaurant they met at was as its busiest at around 6pm. It was so noisy that one had to lean over the table and shout for the other to hear them. Even then, it would require the listener to know how to read lips so they would fully understand what their companion was saying. Livian's brows scrunched in displeasure as he looked at her as if asking why the hell she had to choose this, when there were so many restaurants in the city. She chuckled with a shrug and because it was too noisy for him to hear anything if she explained, she wrote a text message. [We are here to eat, not to talk.]As if that had not done enough to piss him off, she added, [And for you to sign this.]She watched him read the text messages then glance at the contract she had just slid over the table at him. He looked unhappy but signed it anyway, before replying that she was insane. She chuckled in amusement. If she knew that it felt so good to annoy him, she would have done

"I don't understand what you are talking about." She looked up until their eyes met and hers were filled in disbelief. He didn't just say that, did he? Well, yes he did! He just denied what he did to her that night! Her shock quickly morphed into disbelief and the tears that were threatening to fall magically dried up. Shockingly, it was almost as if all she wanted was the confirmation that he would never own up to his actions. Her stomach was in knots when she took a breath. "I should have expected that. You got rid of the scar. Of course you would erase the memory of what you did and pretend none of it happened. But do you know what my life was like after that?"His brows were drawn in confusion until he understood what she was talking about and his heart clenched. He reached to grab her hand but she swatted his away. "Don't touch me!" She took a huge step back. "I just wanted you to know that I wasn't too drunk to remember." 

"Sir, I've found something related to what you asked me to investigate." Darrell reported over the phone when Livian was on his way to his old home. "Speak." He demanded almost impatiently. "Ten years ago on the night before Gemma was to leave, someone did indeed break into your house." Livian gritted his teeth in annoyance. "I know that. Isn't that why I asked you to investigate? I want details. Tell me who broke into my house, at what time they got in and what time they left. Before you get that information, don't call me about it.""Yes sir." "Tell me about it in two days." He hung up. He knew that Darrell was questioning his decision to continue working for him. He had just indirectly given him two days to investigate everything. He knew that it was too soon but he couldn't help it. He couldn't let Gemma continue to think that he was a scumbag, and he could not let the real scumbag continue to live, probably having the

"You better be telling us the truth. If I learn that you are trying to cover up for a scumbag by lying in his favor, I will not be happy about it." William warned for the umpteenth time. He didn't completely believe the tale that Gemma had woven about Livian wanting to be a model in disguise. She laughed awkwardly.  "There is nothing else to it." She was not nearly as professional at lying as Livian was so she hoped she would not forget her lie and end up exposing the truth at the most unexpected time. When she was young, she liked sneaking out of the orphanage to play outside but every time the director asked her where she had been, she would tell a lie. She soon discovered that she was lying so one day, she tested Gemma by asking if she enjoyed her time at the ancient city library. When she said that she had never been to the ancient library, she called her out on the lie she had told four days ago. Since then, Gemma would write her lies down

Livian spun with Gemma in his arms and trapped her between the trunk of the car and his body. "Livian…" her tone was full of complaint as she wanted him to keep holding her, to grind against her core like he was doing before he put her down. It felt so great that she thought she would come undone from the sensation. He gathered her hands behind her back and restrained them with one hand as the other cupped her face. He traced his thumb against her lips that were swollen from the ferocity of his kiss. "Did you dress up for me?" He asked. She hesitated and shook her head. "No." "No?" He chuckled as his fingers traced down her jaw, to her neck. He held her head back and found the front of her neck, kissing and sucking on it until she gasped. "Your body tells me a different story." He taunted before his head sunk into her chest. He kissed the exposed part of her boobs and nipped it, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine