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Aqua eyes slowly opened, and a hand reached to a pair of glasses nearby. Maxwell blinked a few times, adjusting to the light streaming through his curtains. And then he paused.

There, sprawled out on his couch, was Andrew. Sleeping peacefully, a piece of sheet music held over his chest. He looked very sunny, with rays reflecting on his hair and making his cheeks glow. Maxwell sat on the edge of his bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, and gazed at the other man a little longer.

Nothing had happened, other than them staying up far too late to keep working on the piece, which they had finished. Luckily it was the weekend, and while they had slept late, they had slept well. Maxwell checked the clock. Eleven. Stretching his arms above his head and throwing on a robe, he went to the kitchen and began to make breakfast.

He thought about the day before. What had happened to wanting to bring the hammer down? He had investigated Andrew a grand total of once, and even then, what had he done- look around his house a bit? Read over the obligatory and lifeless reports on him from the police department? And yet even that pathetic inkling of progress had been squashed as soon as he looked into Andrew’s indigo eyes.

Meanwhile, those same eyes were just beginning to open on the couch upstairs. He sat up with a start, before recognizing his surroundings and relaxing. He rubbed his eyes and looked around for his glasses. Stumbling his way across the room, he finally found them on Maxwell’s bedside table. Why were these here? He took a moment to remind himself that nothing like that had yet happened.

Yet. And that was the problem. Andrew wasn’t going to lie to himself, he had had a liking for Maxwell for a long time. And now he was almost certain that Maxwell felt the same, Andrew selfishly wanted more.

And yet everything screamed at him to turn back. Yes, Antigone was now the obvious reason. Who knew what he had in store? He seemed to think of Andrew as a sort of unwitting lackey. He might hurt Maxwell, might force him into the same position. Might simply manipulate him into going away. But what about the simple fact that Maxwell was a detective? Andrew had not missed the repetition of his own name on Maxwell’s case pinboard. What if this whole relationship was a ploy for information?

Maybe it didn’t matter, Andrew told himself. It was too early to tell much about these things, but it wasn’t too soon to attempt to continue the relationship, that both undeniably wanted.

As he thought, he found that he had wandered downstairs. He smelled something that had a burnt twinge to it.

“Max? Is something burning?” he called as he walked into the kitchen.

“Not anymore,” indeed, there he was, body failing to block the view of a singed frying pan dropped in a pot of water. “And did you just call me ‘Max?’”

Andrew tried and failed not to laugh. “Um. Yeah, is that okay?”

Maxwell hesitated for a moment. “I suppose I don’t see why not, if it’s just you. Just don’t confuse me for the cat.”

“Cat? What ca-” Andrew was cut off when he felt something soft and warm rub against his leg. Indeed, a black cat had taken to purring at him.

“Her name is Maxie, so you don’t get to call me that. So does this mean I can call- are you even listening to me?” Andrew hummed a yes while sitting down and petting the cat, who now had happily crawled onto his lap. Max chuckled. “I see you two are friends now. But if you’re going to call me ‘Max’ then I’m going to call you ‘Andy.’”

Another hummed a yes and a pitiful ‘no’ as the cat got up, stretched, and trotted off to find it’s water. “Sounds good to me. And…”

“Yes?”

“Maybe you should let me do the cooking and baking from now on.”

Max blushed. “Fine.”

~*~

The two had spent the day together, in Max’s library (luckily none of his siblings were around to ruin the mood). Occasionally they would stop to go on a walk or get sweets at the closed bakery.

When evening rolled around, Andy proposed the idea of a third date. There was a dance that he was invited to that evening, and he needed a partner. Max cheerfully agreed and they set to getting ready and meeting back up again when they were done.

Both looked positively dashing as they walked into the dance hall, turning a few heads. The room itself was beautiful, lit by a chandelier and decorated by all manner of gold. Mediocre in the eyes of the rich, but paradise in the eyes of the average. Someone called to Andy, to explain who his new partner was. Max laughed and dropped his grip from Andy’s elbow to his hand. And so, the music, drinking, and fun began. The two danced their way through the first few songs, laughing and talking like any other couple in the room.

“God, my feet are getting tired,” Andy laughed. “Where’d you learn to dance like this?”

Max grinned tipsily and relaxed in Andy’s arms. “My mother tried to teach me, but it was my sibling Casey who made me keep going. I suppose it paid off.”

“Hell yeah it did! I’m sure as hell glad you…” Andrew trailed off, eyes transfixed on a woman across the room. Her fiery emerald eyes shot right through him, holding his gaze and promptly sobered him up.

But just as Maxwell began to ask what was wrong, the next song started and Andrew’s mind cleared. The dance had them switch partners every thirty seconds or so.

They flitted from person to person, a cycle that eventually led Andrew to the green-eyed lady. As soon as he was up close to her. he recognized her. She was at the house he tried to burgle, just before meeting Antigone! But more than that, she was… Okay, stay calm, it’ll be okay.

She glared at him as she quickly and resentfully spoke. “Well, if it isn’t Andrew Winston. I figured you’d want to spend your evening on another heist.”

“Jennifer McAllen! I haven’t seen you since, uh, a while ago! Gee, I don’t think I know-”

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”

Andrew was going to ask more questions, but the music forced them to move along. But instead of continuing on, he pulled her out into the hallway. Away from prying eyes and ears, he became much more serious.

“Alright, cut the crap, Jenny. What are you talking about? What do you know?” he snapped at her.

“What don’t I know, asshole! You left me three years ago, just like that, and now you break into my house! And then you have the audacity to strut around with a goddamn detective? Especially Chapman of all people, what the hell is wrong with you!” Andrew tried to protest, but she cut him off and shoved him away.

They used to be best friends- partners in crime, even- before they had the argument. Jennifer wanted to settle down a bit as they got older, go back to her life as a higher-up, but Andrew wanted to keep going full speed ahead. They couldn’t work it out, and so one night, Andrew snuck out and drove to London, leaving Jennifer behind and taking her secrets with him.

Andrew shut up. He knew not to interrupt her when she got like this. She took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright, well, maybe this isn’t all bad. That pompous brat has been snooping around my life, trying to shake the skeletons out of my closet. Ones that you helped me get! So help me god, Andrew, if you don’t dump this guy and help me out, I will burn your life to the ground. Hear me?” Her words startled Andrew, and he backed away even further.

He took a moment to think and compose himself. He knew how conniving Jenny could be- he had seen it himself- but give up Maxwell to satisfy her? And then there was Antigone, who also wanted Maxwell gone. And he had shown that he was a much more violent man, over Jennifer’s scheming. The two of them combined, even if they weren’t working together, could be detrimental.

And yet, he simply wasn’t willing to let Max go.

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to give up the life I’ve built just to make you happy,” he said, beginning to walk back to the dance hall. Jennifer grabbed his wrist and dug her nails into his skin.

“If you think I’m not going to decimate you for this, you’re sorely mistaken,” she snarled.

Andrew laughed. “I know you, Jenny. And I know all your tricks.” He opened the door and took a step back inside. And then he hesitated.

“Tell you what. Since we both did some bad shit, if you get caught, I’ll give myself up too. Drop Max and everything. How ‘bout that?”

She raised an eyebrow and sneered. “Sure. But I’m going to hold you to it. I don’t believe for a second you’re going to do it on your own.”

“That’s my Gem!” He laughed. “Bring it on.” And with that, he shut the door and strode off.

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blackcatkita · 6 years ago

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Love and Honor

Liam x MC (Jennifer)

Set in Italy during Liam and Madeleine’s engagement tour, this one shot covers a few requests. “Who unintentionally rips the other’s heart apart?” from an OTP asks list, some lines (in bold) from an angst prompt list, requested by @endlessly-searching-for-you and also serves as my (very late) submission for @choices-september-challenge day 16- Heartbreak. Word Count- 3678. My masterlist can be found in my bio.

Obligatory Disclaimer- I do not own these characters, that honor belongs to Pixelberry Studios, I’m just playing with them.

Warning: Story contains unwanted advances of a sexual nature and sexual assault. It doesn’t go further than lewd comments and groping, but it may be difficult for some readers.

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Love and Honor

Inside the Italian hotel’s ballroom, Jennifer sat with her friends at their designated table with her hands in her lap, gently rolling the pearl Liam gave her the night before between her fingers, her gaze trained on the front of the room where Madeleine was leaning in to kiss Liam on the cheek. Unable to stomach seeing that again, Jennifer quickly averted her eyes to the untouched bowl of vanilla gelato in front of her as her hands balled into fists under the table, her nails pressing half moon indentations into her palms. It should be me… she thought as morbid curiosity made her look at them again, just in time to see the shadow of a grimace dust Liam’s features before he forced himself to grin. At least she hoped it was forced, sometimes it was hard to tell.

Stolen time and dreams of a happy life together were the only things getting them through this damn engagement. Every moment they spent together made them fall deeper in love, made them that much more determined to fight for each other and she believed Liam when he said he loved her and only her, when he promised they would root out their enemies and live happily ever after. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch him with her. It was never going to get easier, she had been delusional to think otherwise.

His engagement to Madeleine was all pretend, she knew that, just a show to buy them time, but every time she saw that bitch with her paws on Liam it was like a slap in the face. Jennifer wanted to scream, or cry, or run up to the front of the room and grab Madeleine by her stupid blond hair while she shouted to the room that they were in love. But she couldn’t, she was the court whore after all. The one who broke the beloved King’s heart by having an illicit affair. It didn’t matter that Liam and their friends knew the truth, as far as the rest of the country was concerned she was Hester Prynne. Might as well paint a big red “A" on her chest and call it a day.

“Lady Jennifer, compose yourself.” Bertrand scolded sharply from across the table while Jennifer glowered at Madeleine feeding Liam a spoonful of her gelato at the front of the room. He didn’t even like strawberry. “Lady Jennifer!” Bertrand repeated a little more loudly.

“What?” She asked, whipping her head around to face him.

“If you continue to glare at the King and Countess Madeleine, people will begin to notice. You need to control your emotions.” Bertrand instructed. “And for the love of God, if someone asks you to dance you would do well to accept this time. We need to keep up appearances.”

“Are you gonna eat that?” Maxwell asked, gesturing at Jennifer’s gelato. “Cause it’s melting and if you’re not...”

“Take it.” Jennifer rolled her eyes and pushed the bowl toward Maxwell, who immediately began shoveling it into his mouth. “I’ve lost my appetite anyway. And my emotions are perfectly controlled, thank you very much.”

“Uh…” Drake hummed, glancing between Jennifer and Bertrand. “I’m gonna have to go with Bertrand on this one. You were practically shaking, and you didn’t hear a word any of us said.”

“You guys were talking?” Jennifer’s widened eyes moved around the table and each of them nodded in response. “Sorry… I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s alright Jennifer.” Hana smiled sweetly. At the front of the room, Liam stood up, bowing to Madeleine before he led her to the dance floor as the orchestra began playing a waltz. “We understand how upsetting this is for you. For all of us.”

“Yes, yes, quite upsetting.” Bertrand scowled. “But that doesn’t give you leave to act like a…”

“I’m getting a drink.” Jennifer stood from the table abruptly, cutting off Bertrand’s words. Whatever insult he was going to say, she didn’t want to hear it, not today. Turning away, she navigated through the crowd, reaching the far edge of the dance floor when she found herself face to face with Neville, Rashad, and an older man who, aside from his salt and pepper hair, looked almost exactly like Neville.

“Ah! Lady Jennifer!” Neville exclaimed a bit too loudly, his arms open in welcome. “I had hoped I would run into you. May I present my father, Lord Richard Van Couer, Earl of Cormery Isle.”

Placing her hand into Lord Richard’s outstretched one, Jennifer dropped into a short curtsey. “Your Excellency, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Lord Richard bowed, his eyes never leaving hers and brought her hand to his lips to press a lingering kiss to her knuckles. “I assure you my lady, the pleasure is all mine. It is not everyday that I am introduced to such an alluring creature.” Still holding tightly to Jennifer’s hand, he winked, licking his lips as he stood up straight. “Would you honor me with a dance?” He smirked arrogantly and led her onto the dance floor, not bothering to wait for an answer. “That is, if you know how to waltz…”

“I do.” She replied harshly as he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. “Though I don’t recall saying I would Lord Richard.”

“Ah but your reputation precedes you kitten.” Licking his lips again, he grasped her hand and clutched it to his chest. “Any woman willing to spread her legs for that Tariq fellow would jump at the chance of a more favorable arrangement.”

“I beg your pardon?” Her heart raced, cheeks flushed hot with anger and embarrassment and she stepped back as his hold on her waist tightened, pulling her back to him.

“No need to be coy Jennifer, I applaud the use of your… assets.” Leaning back slightly with his hips pressed to hers, his eyes travelled down her body and up again. “And what assets they are. You would make a dead man’s dick rise.”

“How dare you?!” She gasped, pressing her palms against his shoulders to no avail. “I am in no way interested in any ‘arrangement’ with you, sexual or otherwise!”

“Come now Lady Jennifer, you and I both know a woman of your character should hardly be refusing the favor of her betters. But I understand you wanting something in return…” He sneered and bit his lip, trailing his finger across her collarbone before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “What can I do to make you sleep with me?” His hand slid slowly down her back and over her ass before stopping to cup her cheek, making her yelp in shock when he squeezed it roughly. “I promise I can make you scream.”

Panicked, Jennifer’s gaze fell to Liam, staring at her and the Earl from less than ten feet away while Madeleine spoke to staff member beside him. He stood at the edge of the dance floor quivering in anger with his hands balled tightly into fists and his face contorted in barely contained rage. Jennifer stared back, her pleading eyes begging him to do something, anything, but he just stood there, watching. She shot him a venomous look before turning away and she reached back, gripping Richard’s wrist as tightly as she could to pull his hand off her backside. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your bloody balls off.” She seethed, stepping back.

“Playing hard to get, are we?” Lord Richard winked, reaching for her again as Rashad approached from the crowd.

“May I cut in?” Rashad asked with a warm smile.

“By all means, everyone should get a turn.” Lord Richard laughed, releasing his hold on Jennifer before taking her hand. “Think about what I said, I can make it worth your while.”

“Never.” She seethed through clenched teeth as she tore her hand from his grasp.

“I do like them feisty.” Richard chuckled, winking at Rashad before walking away.

Rashad watched the Earl abscond through the crowd before turning to Jennifer, his shoulders rising and falling in a heavy sigh. “We don’t have to dance, you just looked like you needed an assist.”

“I did.” Jennifer nodded. “I can’t thank you enough Lord Rashad, he was… quite aggressive.”

“Please, just Rashad is fine.” He smiled softly. “Lady Jennifer, I apologize for the Earl’s behavior, no woman should have to endure such things. Unfortunately, he has quite the reputation in regard to his treatment of women.” Reputation… there was that word again. Wrapping her arms around herself, her lip quivered, and she quickly tucked it between her teeth as her eyes began to water. She read the papers, she knew what people were whispering behind her back and it was only a matter of time before some asshole took liberties with her again. It was surprising this was the first time, and even if they found Tariq, would that change people’s minds? “Will you be alright?” Rashad asked, placing his hand on her forearm. “You’re trembling.”

“Yes, I think so…” She nodded, sniffling as she turned to look at Liam again. His eyes softened as they locked with hers, both sets of blue glistening with unshed tears and he took a deep shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as he let it out slowly, “He didn’t do anything about it…” Jennifer whispered, her vision becoming more blurry as she watched Liam. She could see the conflict waring on his face and she knew he wanted to run to her, wanted to wrap her in his arms and carry her out of there, but he wouldn’t… she knew that too. “If you would excuse me Rashad, I need some air.” Not waiting for a response from her unexpected rescuer, Jennifer tore her gaze from Liam as tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks.

She kept her head down as she moved through the crowd, as quickly as she could without drawing attention, desperate to escape before anyone saw she was crying. As she passed the table where her friends still sat, she saw Drake, concern written all over his face as he jumped up from his seat, calling her name and telling her to stop.

Not wanting them to see her cry, she ran the last few feet out of the ballroom and through the winding halls of the hotel with no idea where she was going. She needed to get out of there, away from the judging stares, away from Liam and his apologetic looks, away from all of it. She slowed her pace as she turned the corner, then quickened it again as her eyes fell on a set of glass double doors with the words ‘Giardino Privato’ displayed above. Night had fallen, but she could see the garden through the glass, softly lit by lanterns and she stepped out onto the stone promenade, inhaling the sweet, woodsy scent of the cypress and evergreen topiaries that lined the path.

The large fountain in front of her with horses spitting water around the base and the customary naked man on the top pedestal did little to calm her thundering heart and she continued past it further into the garden. Rounding a corner, she found a narrower path and followed it to a pergola, draped in vines and fairy lights. Wicker benches, complete with pillows sat beneath, each one flanked by lemon trees in stone pots. Hana had told her ‘secret areas’ were common in Italian gardens, this must be what she was talking about.

Parts of the incident flashed in her mind as she paced, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor… the Earl’s sneering face, the way he bit his lip as he grabbed her ass, Liam’s jaw clenched so tight the muscle in his cheek was twitching but still not standing up for her… it made her blood boil. It wasn’t the first time in her life some douchebag groped her, but it was the first time she was made to feel like less than a person, like an object only good enough to spread her legs. Fury bubbled up inside her as heat flushed through her body and with her eyes shut tight, she drew in a huge breath, looked up at the sky and screamed in frustration to the heavens. It didn’t help in the slightest.

“Jennifer!” Drake shouted, running up out of breath, his eyes darting across the area frantically. His shoulders relaxed as he realized she was alone, and he crooked an eyebrow at her. “What the fuck Reilly? Why are you out here screaming like a banshee?”

“Not a good time Drake!” Jennifer shouted as her brows shot up and she raised her arms in indignation. “Just… leave me alone.” She added, turning away. Of course, Drake was the one to follow her when the only person she wanted to chase after her was Liam. Drake was probably at her heels the whole time, but she had been too pissed off to notice.

“You know I can’t do that… You’re obviously upset about something. One minute you were going for a drink and the next you were running out of the ballroom in tears… What happened?”

“Nothing.” She spat as she continued to pace. She couldn’t tell Drake what happened. If she did he would run back in there and kick Lord Richard Van Couer’s ass and she couldn’t let that happen. Despite being best friends with the King, Drake was already looked down on as the rough around the edges commoner and Earl Asshole was definitely the type who would ruin Drake’s life if he assaulted him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Reilly…”

“It doesn’t concern you Drake!” She whirled around to face him, immediately regretting yelling at him when she saw the hurt in his eyes. “Look… I just wanted a moment where someone wasn’t breathing down my neck. None of this is your fault and I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I really do want to be alone… just for a little while okay?”

“Hey, I get it. But you know you can talk to me… I’ll always be here for you.” Jennifer nodded in response, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat as Drake looked away. “So, uh… yeah” He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll see you inside.” He added before walking away.

Jennifer watched him go, waiting until he was out of sight before slumping into one of the wicker benches. She knew how Drake felt about her, he loved her, or so it seemed. He was one of her best friends and she cared about him deeply, but she didn’t love him, she never would, not like she loved Liam. Her life would be so much easier if she did.

Leaning forward, she groaned as she hung her head in her hands, her long brown hair becoming curtains hiding her face. The last thing she wanted to do was go back in that ballroom and she didn’t want to go back to the train where she was sure to be cornered by someone, but she couldn’t stay here all night. Maybe she should get a room in the hotel and lock herself away until the court moved on to Paris. No, she couldn’t do that either, she had to go to Madeleine’s bachelorette party tomorrow. Talk about the world’s shittiest way to spend a Saturday night.

Moments later, she heard the click of dress shoes approaching tentatively, “When I said I wanted to be alone I meant for longer than five minutes Drake.”

“It’s… It’s not Drake.”

A quiet gasp escaped her lips and her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Longing whispered through her as she gazed up at him, so handsome in his suit, his blond hair shining under the fairy lights. No matter how angry she was, she ached for him… to have his arms around her, to feel his lips on hers. Liam stepped closer, making her cheeks flush and her pulse quicken before she remembered she was angry, hurt, humiliated, and he abandoned her when she looked to him for help. Stopping in front of her, he reached out his hand to pull her to her feet and she narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you doing out here Liam? Shouldn’t you be with your fiancé?”

“I…” He gulped, dropping his hand as he took a step back. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Jennifer raised her eyebrow, her expression asking a question she didn’t speak. “You’re right… it was a foolish question. May I sit?” He asked, gesturing at the bench.

“Go ahead. I was just leaving.” She snapped as she stood and began to move past him. Liam quickly side-stepped, blocking her path. “Move.” She ordered, glaring up at him.

He drew himself up to his full height, straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders to become an immovable force. Jaw set, his eyes locked with hers in an intense stare down. “No.”

“So… this is it huh? You’re the King and I’m the subject who must do what the King wants?”

“You have never been my subject Jennifer and I have never treated you as such.”

“Then get out of my way.” Jennifer stepped to the side and Liam followed suit, continuing to block her path. “Dammit Liam! Let me go!”

“Not until we talk about this.”

“What is there to talk about? You made it quite clear that you are not willing to stand up for me. First at the coronation…” Liam’s nostrils flared as his brows drew together, forming a deep crease between them and she knew she hit a nerve, but she continued, unrelenting, unable to stop the words flowing from her mouth. “…and again tonight. You just stood there and watched while that wretched man had his hands all over me. While he said vile things to me about spreading my legs and making his dick rise. But, where were you? Standing only a few feet away with your fiancé, pretending to be the happy fucking couple while Rashad, a guy I barely know stepped in.”

“You act as though this is enjoyable for me!” Liam roared, raising his arms in frustration. “I assure you Jennifer, it is not. When I saw that… that worthless son of a bitch touch you, I felt nothing but rage. I wanted to beat him within an inch of his life, so badly even his mother wouldn’t recognize him. But I couldn’t, and it makes me sick!” Startled by his outburst, Jennifer gasped softly, and Liam took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He stayed that way, breathing steadily to compose himself before opening his eyes again, much calmer than he had been moments ago. “We have enemies Jennifer, powerful enemies and if they had seen me act on that rage it would have put you in danger. Everything I do, everything I say, is with your safety in mind. I will do whatever I must to keep you safe.” With a dejected sigh, Jennifer broke her gaze from his and looked down at the stone floor, chewing on her lower lip as tears filled her eyes. Liam reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he tucked them beneath her chin, gently raising her face back to his. “Please my love… please try to understand.”

She looked into his bright blue eyes, soft and pleading, glittering with unshed tears as her own spilled down her cheeks. “I do understand Liam. I’m in love with an honorable man, who can’t defend my honor.” Liam drew in a slow breath as she stepped back, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Averting her gaze, her eyes fell on a rose bush just outside the pergola, reminding her of the one he gave her in the conservatory during the social season. They had been so naïve back then. Already in love, talking about the adorable children they would have and thinking they could have a future together, not knowing the plot against them was already in motion. “Do you ever think of me?” She asked, turning back to him. “At Applewood you told me you pictured me when you were with Madeleine, but do you ever think of me? Do you ever wonder what I’m doing or how it feels to see you with her?”

“There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think about you… about us.” Pausing to gather his thoughts, Liam took her hands in his, smiling softly when she didn’t pull away. “I know how difficult it is for you to see her and I together. But she means nothing to me, you know that. You are the woman I love. It’s always been you. It will always be you. I want to give you everything you desire, I want to place the world at your feet. I would give my very life for you Jennifer.”

“Just not your ring.” A snort sounded in the back of her throat as she shook her head.

Liam placed her arms around his neck before wrapping his around her waist, pulling her tight to his chest. “Don’t say that Love… we’re going to find Tariq and get our happily ever after.”

All of her worries and fears melted away as she snuggled into his embrace. Liam was her home, and nothing would change that… they belonged together, two separate souls that became one the moment they met. “I’ve heard the speech Liam you don’t need to repeat it.” She chuckled softly, looking into his eyes. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers.

“Please don’t give up on us Jennifer, even if I have to leave everything behind, we will be together. I promise you.”

“I’m just tired of everything working against us, but I won’t stop fighting for you. I promise.”

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