Liam's POVI couldn't help it, I let Bianca kiss me and I fucking kissed her back without a hint of regret. It wasn't like the first time when she had kissed me by the swimming pool and I had responded, kissing her back with so much fervour as though our lives depended on it, no. This time was different but I just couldn't explain it.That day I had been caught of guard and I had stupidly let my guard down, forgetting for a while that it was Bianca's lips on mine. But now, I wasn't surprised or anything and I would be lying if I said I wasn't expecting or thinking about it.Tonight, I got to see a side of Bianca that I had never seen before nor had ever thought I would get to see, a side I was sure she almost never showed anyone. She seemed and talked differently. This wasn't the Bianca Davies I had been living. It wasn't the woman I held a lot of resentment towards, it wasn't the woman who was extremely full of herself nor was it the woman who acted like the world revolved around her

Liam's POV"Spread your legs for me," I said to Bianca in a harsh voice. It came out more as an order than a request. It wasn't intended, it was just what it was.Bianca didn't hesitate, she quickly swallowed and laid comfortably once again before doing what I had asked. She spread her legs wide and ran her fingers down her thighs. I settled in between her legs and glued my body to hers once again. My erect cock was pushing up against her cunt harder than ever and our bodies were brimming with fiery desires.She took hold of my shirt, wrinkling it in the process and plugged her mouth into mine. It was almost as if she couldn't get enough of me just as much as I couldn't. I couldn't understand what had suddenly gotten into me but I didn't want it to stop.As I grinded my groin slowly against hers, I grabbed her bare boobs and kneaded them. They were soft, squashy yet firm in my tight grasp. I roughly caressed them one after the other while tongue kissing her wildly. Bianca stifled a mo

Liam's POVHarriet stood only a few feet away from me and if looks could kill, I sure as hell would have been dead by now. Her piercing glare was shooting daggers my way and I didn't even know what to do at that very minute. My feet were glued to the spot where I was and Bianca was still peaceful sleeping in my arms.Harriet's eyes scanned the both of us, particularly Bianca. She examined the woman, carefully moving her eyes up and down her body. She saw that Bianca wasn't wearing any shoes and also took note of her messy hair. Harriet's scowl only grew bigger and her lips were protruding. She folded her arms and never took her gaze off me.I wasn't expecting to see her here at this late hour. She wasn't a live-in worker like I was and she was always eager to get out of the house after her work hours. She wasn't even around when I had gone out to look for Bianca so the fact that she was here now and most likely had been waiting for me got me pretty much baffled."Where did you find Mi

Bianca's POV"So you don't remember how I fucked you last night?" Liam asked, staring deeply into my eyes.His voice was low, husky and very smooth. Liam's voice had always been deep and alluring without him putting in any effort or trying to make it seem that way. But now, I could tell he was doing this on purpose. He was trying to get some kind of reaction out of me.I didn't know what it was or what he was trying to do but whatever it was, it was working for sure. For a moment, I had totally forgotten about the wicked headache, the nausea, the fatigue and whatnot. I had forgotten about all of that. All I could see and feel at this point was Liam. I could feel his breath melting on my skin, I could feel something sparking inside of me. I could feel things I couldn't explain and he wasn't even touching me.I squirmed on the bed, still sweating like I had never before. I was basically soaked in cold sweat and Liam's closeness and whatever the hell he was doing wasn't helping at all. I

Liam's POV Here I was, in the kitchen making a hangover soup for Bianca. I was starting to have a rethink about this. Why the fuck was I doing this? I was her fucking bodyguard, not her cook. And it wasn't like she had even asked for it. Without giving it much thought, I had offered to make her soup to cure her hangover like it was my fault she decided to drink too much. Agreed, she did get so wasted and ended up with the biggest hangover only because I had turned her down when she had tried to get me to fuck her yesterday. But it wasn't my fault regardless. Still, why was I here cooking up a soup for her? This was too much even though last night, I kind of got to see her pain and learn something about her. It didn't actually mean that we were suddenly best of buds. I put down the knife and called Diana to take over. As expected, she was not at all pleased to do it which left me wondering what she was doing here as a housekeeper. Of perhaps she was also here with a mission of her ow