Val_Sparks

“Why are you fighting this, Patricia? What are you afraid of?” He stalked towards me until my back hit the wall. My legs wobbled in lustful resignation.

“Liam, Liam please…” I cried out breathlessly. His hands cupped my face and his softness of his beautiful eyes melted me inside out.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, say it. Don't make me keep begging.” I couldn't think anymore and he pulled me to him. I felt the heat from his body burn me ruthlessly.

“I don't know, I just–”

“Then let me love you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you like I've been dying to kiss you since we met at your exhibition. Let me in, please. I'll take care of you, just, don't push me away anymore. I can't take it.”

I looked up at him, and I couldn't bear it anymore. Taking in a ragged breath, I crashed my lips against his.

…..

My ex-husband cheated on me, arrested me and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. As a grumpy heiress, the whole world failed to see the injustice and was excited to witness my downfall. 

But I've always been Patricia Lynn, and I can never be hidden away. After getting rescued by a savior that wanted my intelligence in return, I'm back and full of rage, so I will repay them all!

I will never fall for another man.
 Love made one weak! 

But my savior, oh my savior, the rich mogul, Liam Colloway, was warming his way into the delicate skin between my legs and I fear, my heart too…

The Revenge Of The Grumpy Heiress!

I ordered salad, again. I saw her face scrunch up in disapproval but I just wanted to enjoy my meal.

When we finished eating, I turned on the ignition. My woman looked brighter and better. Turns out half of her problems was hunger. I saw her pick up her phone and got on emails.

"What are you doing?" i leaned in and saw exactly what she was doing and it kind of pissed me off.

"Replying to official work emails, that's what. Why? Wanna help me? I should've gotten a virtual assistant sooner, ugh."

She sank into her seat in frustration.

I couldn't believe her. I shook my head, then snatched the phone from her hand and switched it off. I then slid it inside my jeans. She shot me a disapproving glare and looked at me, dumbfounded.

"Why did you do that?" Her voice was laced in spite, like she was ready to jump me.

"Do what?" I pretended not to understand what she was talking about.

Barn!