Chapter 9 - So Close

Vera's POV

"Good evening, Officer Clark. I was about to drive away." Liam said in a very calm voice.

"You know you can be fined for parking here." The policeman's eyes landed on me as he completed his sentence, then he looked away.

"Apologies, Officer Clark. I will be on my way."

"Yeah, you should. And regards to Mr. Hayworth."

Liam nodded, wind up the glass, and started the car. The policeman stood there watching us until we had reached quiet a distance away. My heart was still pounding from the orgasm I had nearly had.

I groaned. "He sure had to interrupt at the wrong time." Then I asked, "How does he know you? Through your dad?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Yes."

"Your dad sure has connections."

He simply nodded, his eyes still on the road, his jaw tight like he was trying to settle himself too. I reached into the compartment in front of me and took out his phone. His eyes immediately followed my hand.

"What are you doing?"

I held the phone up to his face to unlock it, then said in a slow voice, "Saving my number on your phone."

I tapped at the screen, saved it, and showed him, then a smirk crawled up his face.

"Mon Chérie?" He said, a laugh fighting to break free.

"Don't laugh. And keep your eyes on the road."

The laugh broke loose anyway, and I couldn't help smiling as I watched him.

The rest of the ride was smooth and silent with both of us left to our own thoughts. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in that car, the way his fingers were driving me crazy, the way the policeman's knock had cut everything short right when I needed it most.

The car entered the estate, and I smiled without meaning to. Finally home, after a long first day of being talked about by everyone in school.

As the car stopped in front of the mansion, I got down before Liam did and headed straight inside.

As I walked into the living room it was filled with delicious aroma. I walked dropped my backpack on a sofa in the sitting room and made my way to the kitchen where the smell wafted from. I saw Ana, the maid from this morning busy behind the stove

.

"Good evening."

She turned, and her face lit up with recognition.

"Welcome back, ma'am."

"Oh please, call me Vera." She simply nodded. I walked closer to where she stood by the stove. "What are you cooking?"

"Mushroom soup and mashed potatoes."

"It looks yummy. I would like a plate as soon as it's ready, I'm famished." I walked to the fridge, grabbed a cup from the rack, and poured myself some mango juice. My favorite.

I stood close to her, sipping quietly, until she turned to me with a plate already made.

"Thank you."

A bright smile spread across my face as I walked to the counter and sat on one of the stools, ready to dig in.

"Hmm, this is so delicious. I would love it if you packed some treats for school tomorrow morning, I didn't eat lunch today." I said between bites. I actually needed this food badly.

"I'm glad you like it. I will make something delicious for you tomorrow."

"Yes please, for just tomorrow. I want to make up for today."

She smiled, nodded and went back to what she was doing.

I was about to take my last bite when Liam walked in. He had changed into casual clothes, and somehow that didn't stop him from looking breathtaking. A plain black t-shirt that sat snug across his chest, sweatpants hanging low on his waist, like he hadn't bothered trying to look good and somehow still managed to anyway.

I held his gaze as I said, "I could eat this so many times without getting tired."

His gaze dropped from my face to the plate, then back up, a smirk pulling at his mouth in understanding of what I meant.

"Eat fast so you can go change out of your wrongly buttoned shirt."

"Welcome, sir." Ana greeted him, and I glanced down at my shirt.

‘I actually didn't button it well.’

A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered the almost-caught moment from earlier.

I sipped my juice slowly till it finished, my eyes flicking up to him every so often as he leaned against the counter, watching me eat like he had nowhere else to be. Ana excused herself to check something in the pantry, and just like that, it was only the two of us in the kitchen.

"You're staring." I said, setting my cup down.

"You're the one who left her shirt half open."

"Maybe It was a mistake or maybe it isn't." I shrugged, gathering the dirty dishes and taking my time as I walked pasthim toward the sink.

"Which one is it?"

I didn't answer right away. I let my hand brush against his exposed forearm as I passed, slow and light, barely there, but enough to make his body go still beside me.

His gaze followed me, I gave me a seductive wink and bit my lower lip with my eyes on his.

I knew I had his attention. I rinsed the plate slower than I needed to, aware of his eyes followed everything I did, the way water ran over my fingers, the way I leaned forward.

"You're doing that on purpose." His voice had dropped lower.

"Doing what?" I turned to face him, drying my hands with the towel hanging by the sink, my eyes never leaving his.

He took a step closer, close enough that I had to raise my head up to keep looking at him. He stretched his hand, then his fingers grazed my jaw, tilting my chin slightly.

"Liam." I breathed his name with both warning and invitation.

"What?" His thumb traced along my bottom lip.

"Ana could walk in any second."

“So?”

"Then maybe you should stop."

"Maybe I don't want to." His forehead rested against mine for a moment, his breath warm against my lips, and just when I thought he would close the distance, footsteps echoed outside the kitchen. He pulled back fast, putting space between us like nothing had happened and his expression smoothing into something unreadable.

I bit back a smile and made sure to walk toward the door in the most deliberate way I could, every step I took was slow, with my hips swaying that caused my ass to shake in the most tempting way.

At the doorway, I looked back once and caught his eyes snap up to my face, like he had been watching somewhere else.

‘Perfect.’ A victorious smile crossed my face as I walked out.

I entered into the living room, picked up my bag from the sofa, and climbed the stairs.

As I got to my room, I tossed my bag onto the chair in the corner and walked straight into the bathroom.

I needed a shower really bad.

***

I stood in front of the mirror, drying my hair, when I noticed something on my neck. I leaned closer to the glass and realized it was a faded mark, left behind from all the nibbling Liam had done earlier. A smile lit up my face as I remembered everything that happened between us in his car, his hands on my body, his lips, his fingers inside me.

My phone beeped, pulling me out of the memory. I had a message.

I walked over and grabbed it, and saw a text from an unknown number.

I tapped the profile picture first. It was Liam, looking sexy in the photo, his upper body bare, his abs on display and his hair falling over half his face.

Then I opened the message.

[Have you done your assignment?]

A wide smile broke across my face as I fell back onto the bed. I rolled from one edge to the other, giggling, before settling onto my belly with a pillow tucked under my chin.

I typed back. [I wasn't given assignment. What about you?]

[Already done with them.]

[Kk. So… I want more of what happened in the car. Ready for tomorrow?]