WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH YOU?

"Hey, Liam! Stop there."

I moved to where he stood gracefully, and when I was only a few feet away, he turned to me with one of his brows raised in bafflement.

Ignoring his now serene face, I continued, "you must be feeling really good about your vile words, I can bet a million bucks on that." His lips curved, "You know what I can also bet on? Smacking that pretty face of yours if you ever use such a barbaric word like a puppet on me again."

He chuckled deep in his throat, revealing his perfect set of white teeth which made him look god-like, yet I am too consumed with rage to give a damn about his good looks.

"Is that a threat, Miss Roosevelt?" He took a few steps toward me, but I didn't back away, and neither did I flinch at his intent gaze cause doing otherwise means I'm accepting defeat.

He stopped when he stood directly in front of me, leaving just a tiny space for me to look up at his face.

He is divinely gorgeous, my mind screamed as I gazed at his immaculate complexion, which appeared unattainable for his gender. I took notice of his naturally pink, beautiful lips as well as his finely pointed nose. I also observed how, when he noticed how my eyes scavenged his graceful features, a side of his lips curved. What can I say? He is completely breathtaking.

"You've got some nerves, Miss Roosevelt. They say bravery is a courageous act but most times, it's better to be a coward than to be foolishly brave. Do you agree with this, Abigail?"

I scoffed, tearing my gaze from him to intensify my mockery, but was left in bewilderment as he pulled my chin back to his face.

"What should I do with you?"

At his last remark, my heart raced and I couldn't tell why.

Was it the way those words rolled off his tongue in a rather charming way?

Or how an emotion I couldn't tell flickered in his eyes for the first time since I met him? 

No! He can't have this kind of effect on me.

I was about to pull away from him when he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to himself.

My hands landed softly on his chest, on impulse while trying to balance myself since everything happened so fast and I felt flustered at the contact. It was as firm as I had imagined and for weird reasons, excitement tingled my senses.

I fumed. "What are you doing, Mr. Anderson? For someone who wants a private space, you're already breaching your conditions in barely 48 hours. Don't tell me that was all a decoy to hide your deviant intentions."

Liam laughed, stunning me again. "Don't flatter yourself, Miss Roosevelt-"

"Says the guy who can't seem to take his hands off me."

"Isn't this what you want? To fulfill your promise and make grandbabies for my mother?" He leaned into my ears as his fingers moved up and down my bare back, "I'll make sure to help you fulfill your desires." He pulled away from my ears to look at my flushed face with a satisfactory grin.

"I-"

"Young master," a voice interrupted from behind and I held my tongue from uttering any other word.

"What's with the interruption, Wadsworth?" Liam didn't have to turn to know it was the butler that interrupted. 

For a brief second, I could bet my life that there was a hint of displeasure in Liam's tone as he spoke to Wadsworth.

Did he hate to be interrupted so badly?

"I'm sorry, young master, but the chairman requests your presence immediately. It seems there's a bit of an emergency he wants you to take care of."

Even with their conversation, Liam's blue eyes still held mine and didn't give me a chance to look away. I stood still with his hand wrapped around my waist cause he didn't give me a choice. When I tried to wriggle out of it earlier, it resulted in him tightening his grip and pulling me closer to himself. There's no way to match his strength, and I don't think I have any strength in me to protest.

On the bright side, this is a good thing for me. The closer I get to him, the faster I can finish my mission. And to think I didn't even need to find an opportunity to get close to him for my mission. I guess luck really is on my side.

"We'll continue this conversation some other time, Miss Roosevelt." He released me and walked away with Wadsworth, leaving me on the balcony.

I sighed as I watched him walk away with an unsteady breath. I've only spent less than 48 hours with this man and I feel suffocated. What then will happen to me when I spend the remaining months of the year with him?

Probably death.

I was about to return to the couch when a silhouette caught my attention. Someone is there, but the person took notice of me just as quickly as my eyes shifted to him and ran away.