Tower.
Chapter Thirteen
La Soul is nothing like I imagined. From the high cathedral ceilings, to the fine china and linens, to the fact that there are no prices on their menu, it's clear to see that this place reeks of the wealthy. I squirm in my seat, suddenly very aware of the people around me and how absolutely out of place I feel. I mean sure, I've been to nice restaurants before but Liam's version of a nice restaurant far exceeds anything Grayson ever took me to. We lived comfortably but not wealthy enough to ever eat at an establishment of this caliber.
I try not to show my unease the first half of dinner but I am wearing my anxiety like a neon shirt before the end of our meal. Liam senses something is off but doesn't comment on it. Instead he fills our conversation with small talk, giving me the opportunity to fill him in on the whole Kristina situation.
As we make our way out of the restaurant and onto the busy sidewalk, Liam pulls me close to him, draping his arm over my shoulder as he leads us to the black SUV that Dave drove me to work in this morning. He opens the back door and I climb in, Liam sliding in behind me.
I look to the front expecting to see Dave so I am a bit surprised when I see an older man, maybe late fifties, with salt and pepper hair and built like a house, grinning at me in the rear view mirror. “This is Charles.” Liam says from beside me.
“Mr. Mason.” Charles nods, his voice a deep baritone, before pinning his green eyes on me. “Miss Grant, it's so nice to finally meet you.” He says, before turning his attention back towards the front and easing the vehicle into traffic.
I scoot back into my seat and glance over at Liam. “You have a driver?” The words come out jumbled and full of disbelief. I hadn't realized until now just how much Liam had hid from me in hiding who he was. He never took me to restaurants like he did tonight. He always drove us around on his motorcycle. Hell, until this morning I didn't even know he had any other vehicles. Everything was simple, nothing overdone and honestly it was perfect that way.
I didn't grow up poor but we never had an overabundance of money. My parents were able to provide me with what I needed and help pay my way through college but I know even that was tough on them. I was raised that money doesn't buy happiness or love, if anything it complicates it.
I know that this is the real Liam. Fancy restaurants, chauffeurs, a penthouse that's a hundred times the size of me and Kristina's apartment. I know without a doubt that if I knew who Liam was the first night we met, I would have ran like hell and never thought of him again. While the wealth and the power give him an edge of sexiness, I prefer Liam the bartender.
Liam squeezes my hand from beside me. I can feel his eyes on me before turning to face him. I give him a weak smile and squeeze his hand back. I know he can tell that something is off but he doesn't ask. Instead we sit in silence the remainder of the car ride.
When Charles pulls up outside of Bella Vita , I give Liam a questioning look. I thought he was taking me home. I open my mouth to speak but before I have a chance Liam grabs my hands and slides me out of the car.
“I thought you were taking me home.” I say, as he pulls me up the steps and into the lobby. He grins at me but doesn't respond until we reach the elevators.
“I want you to stay here tonight.” He says, brushing his lips across mine in a way that sends tingles all the way to my toes. I want to argue, ask him to take me home but I can't. The way he's looking at me eliminates any and all ability to
Chapter Thirteen
La Soul is nothing like I imagined. From the high cathedral ceilings, to the fine china and linens, to the fact that there are no prices on their menu, it's clear to see that this place reeks of the wealthy. I squirm in my seat, suddenly very aware of the people around me and how absolutely out of place I feel. I mean sure, I've been to nice restaurants before but Liam's version of a nice restaurant far exceeds anything Grayson ever took me to. We lived comfortably but not wealthy enough to ever eat at an establishment of this caliber.
I try not to show my unease the first half of dinner but I am wearing my anxiety like a neon shirt before the end of our meal. Liam senses something is off but doesn't comment on it. Instead he fills our conversation with small talk, giving me the opportunity to fill him in on the whole Kristina situation.
As we make our way out of the restaurant and onto the busy sidewalk, Liam pulls me close to him, draping his arm over my shoulder as he leads us to the black SUV that Dave drove me to work in this morning. He opens the back door and I climb in, Liam sliding in behind me.
I look to the front expecting to see Dave so I am a bit surprised when I see an older man, maybe late fifties, with salt and pepper hair and built like a house, grinning at me in the rear view mirror. “This is Charles.” Liam says from beside me.
“Mr. Mason.” Charles nods, his voice a deep baritone, before pinning his green eyes on me. “Miss Grant, it's so nice to finally meet you.” He says, before turning his attention back towards the front and easing the vehicle into traffic.
I scoot back into my seat and glance over at Liam. “You have a driver?” The words come out jumbled and full of disbelief. I hadn't realized until now just how much Liam had hid from me in hiding who he was. He never took me to restaurants like he did tonight. He always drove us around on his motorcycle. Hell, until this morning I didn't even know he had any other vehicles. Everything was simple, nothing overdone and honestly it was perfect that way.
I didn't grow up poor but we never had an overabundance of money. My parents were able to provide me with what I needed and help pay my way through college but I know even that was tough on them. I was raised that money doesn't buy happiness or love, if anything it complicates it.
I know that this is the real Liam. Fancy restaurants, chauffeurs, a penthouse that's a hundred times the size of me and Kristina's apartment. I know without a doubt that if I knew who Liam was the first night we met, I would have ran like hell and never thought of him again. While the wealth and the power give him an edge of sexiness, I prefer Liam the bartender.
Liam squeezes my hand from beside me. I can feel his eyes on me before turning to face him. I give him a weak smile and squeeze his hand back. I know he can tell that something is off but he doesn't ask. Instead we sit in silence the remainder of the car ride.
When Charles pulls up outside of Bella Vita , I give Liam a questioning look. I thought he was taking me home. I open my mouth to speak but before I have a chance Liam grabs my hands and slides me out of the car.
“I thought you were taking me home.” I say, as he pulls me up the steps and into the lobby. He grins at me but doesn't respond until we reach the elevators.
“I want you to stay here tonight.” He says, brushing his lips across mine in a way that sends tingles all the way to my toes. I want to argue, ask him to take me home but I can't. The way he's looking at me eliminates any and all ability to
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