Patricia's POV
I'm afraid I'll probably get used to this treatment. After showering, Liam took me out, butt naked to his room. He dried us off with this towel and I waited and watched him. Pulling out one of his shirts from his wardrobe, he made me put it on, even after I protested.
"Hey! I have my own clothes."
"Yeah but I want you to wear mine. I want you to smell like me while you have no panties on. You hurt me today with the doctor thing."
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I did it because he seemed like he was in love with me, but I wasn't interested. I wanted it to be like a painful memory for him so he wouldn't think about it."
He grabbed my face softly and sighed, a sad look passing his eyes.
"Who wouldn't fall for you? You're so annoying but so smart and beautiful. I mean look at you. Fuck, you look even hotter in my clothes. I'm tempted to throw out everything you own and lock you in here forever, wearing my clothes."