The Unloved Billionaires And I

I knew my father was behind it the moment he said it. Anger mixed with raw hatred filled my heart and at that point all I saw was red. I wanted him to pay. I wanted him to pay for nearly taking away the only good thing that has happened to me for as long as I could remember.

That bastard!

Had he not done enough? Because of him, I made so many mistakes I regret in my life today and still, he has refused to leave me alone. How did he even know about Liam? How did he get so close to hurting him? Meaning he is now more than a nuisance to my life and must be handled.

Three days later when Liam had come home, I already made up my mind what I was going to do. Enough was enough.

“We are getting married without my father’s blessing’s Liam,” I said while changing into my night dress. I didn’t tel him what I suspected. I wouldn’t want him to think my family’s craze was that deep.

“Babe, we have to seek their blessings. Your family.”

“Yeah… I know.” I made my way to him, dipping on the side bed. He was reading a book which presently lay limp by his side as he drank me in. “Just not my father.”

“Are you two still at it?”

I shook my head. I don’t know how he would see me if I told him the man who sired me who was supposed to look out for me was the main reason my life was almost shitty. “My father wants me dead, Liam.”

“What?” The book dropped. “How? I know you guys were always at each other’s neck but…”

“He threatened to kill me if I left Reyes.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes and shifted on the bed. “He apparently prefers whatever stupid business deal they have over my happiness. So, right now, I am going against him and knowing the bastard, he will never accept this…” I pointed to us.

His expression fell. When he made to scoot to me, I beat him to it by nuzzling closer until my neck was resting on his neck. “It’s going to be fine, baby.” He soothed.

I took his hand and squeezed. “It’s already fine with you here, sweet. I have never been happier than I am now.”

I didn’t look up but I knew he was grinning. Boyishly. “Lying down there after the accident, I thought I was never going to see you.”

I lifted off him and looked in the eye. I cupped his squared jaws in my hands and massaged. “I was going to die if anything had happened to you, Liam. I don’t know what would have become of me.” Tears pricked my eyes.

“Then we should be glad we can only imagine the thing that would never be…” I was grinning as I leaned in and pecked him.

He winced and I shot back. I nearly forgot he was still healing. I chuckled, bending to rub his legs. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. I could spot his cock already making a tent in his sleeping trousers. My cheeks heated. “Are you hot?”

Boy, you have no idea.

I shook my head, twsiting to leave the bed and go for a stroll. Maybe by the time I get back, he will be asleep. He held my forearm and pulled. “Stay.”

“You-you need to rest.”

“I am not an invalid.” He gave my arm one yank and I fell across him, striving not to wound him. “I know you need me.”

“I am not selfish.”

“Well, I am.” He leaned over and took my lips in a slow kiss. “God, you taste so heavenly.”

I purred into his lips, my resistance melting like ice as my body yielded to the sweet sensation that built in my stomach. That was the Liam effect. When did I even fall in love with Liam? A long time ago.

I refused to acknowledge it but I always knew it was there. That attraction. And I knew he was into me. For someone that I was pitying, he was soon straddling me, his lips not leaving like as he sucked on my lower lip, tugged and pulled until the only sound in the room was my throaty whimpering and cooing.

He took my neck and lifted up, driving his tongue down my throat and returning expertly to suck on it. My body was on fire.

“Liam…”

“I love you so much, baby,” he said huskily, his right-hand trailing got lines down to my navel where he played with it. My pulse quickened further in anticipation. Impulsively, my legs fell apart the same time he reached it and in a slow rhythm began rubbing back and forth.

“Arh… yeah… Lia-fuck!”He made the bold entrance into my pants and inserted a finger in. I was trembling as my release reared in full force wanting to burst through me.

My hand that was dormant found it’s way to his trouser and grabbed his cock to make him feel what he was doing to me. “I want you, Liam. So badly.”

“Not so fast, Princess,”he tore away from me and slipped down, all the while maintaining eyes contact. His head levelled with my hips and his large left hand lifted me off the bed to his face.

“Fuck it, Liam!” I coursed as my release hit me. I shook violently, grabbing his hair to hold against my pussy as I squirted out my frustration on him. Like a nasty boy he is, he licked off every iota of cum off me and made his way back to me. He took my lips in a rough kiss, making me taste my essence on him.

It was everything and more. I have found my home with Liam. And there was nothing or anyone that can take that away from me. But even my father.

When we lay side by side cuddling later that night and the sound of the rain pattering outside filtered to us, all I could think of was the wonderful future we had ahead of us. He, me and Isla. And the family we will make for us.

I can’t wait.

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