Mr. Billionaire - Season 1 - Episode 38

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Mr. Billionaire - Season 1 - Episode 38

Four days had gone by since Simon’s visit. Four days since Liam heard me say I loved him. Four days since he’d said he loved me without saying the actual words.

Liam had gotten an unexpected business call and had to go to New York. Something about checking on one of the clubs he owned.

He begged me to go with him.

“It’ll be boring without you, love,” he had said, pouting. “Please come with me.”
He had dropped down on his knees, looking up at me pleadingly through his surprisingly long lashes.

I had rolled my eyes and sighed in exasperation.
“Fine,” I had groaned.

“Yay,” he had shouted childishly, standing up and wrapping his arms around me tightly.
And that’s how I ended up in New York with him. Paul had come along with us and was driving the limousine

We were on our way to the famous Plaza Hotel in Manhattan.

“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Liam said suddenly.

When I looked at him in surprise, he smiled and continued.

“These trips are normally so boring, but with you here I’m finally happy.”

I knew he was talking about more than the business trip. I knew he meant that I’d somehow brought sunshine into his life.
Was he really in love with me?

Before I could muster a reply, the limo stopped and Paul said, “We’re here.”

Liam looked away and nodded.
“Thank you, Paul.”

Paul got out and came around to open my door. I got out, thanking him as I did. Liam slid out gracefully.

One of the workers—a man in a suit who I assumed was the manager— rushed toward us and said, “Mr. Hawke, Miss. Michaels, welcome to New York. We’re glad you’ve chosen the Plaza. I’m Jack. Your secretary just checked in.”

I stiffened. Gretchen was here?
I saw Liam’s lips tighten. If I hadn’t known his face so well, I would’ve never even noticed.
He just nodded stiffly and one of the workers grabbed our bags.

“You called yesterday and we have cleared our best room for you. The Edwardian Suite has a king sized bed, 1.5 bathrooms and a seperate living area with a sofa and butler service,” Jack explained as we walked inside.

The hotel was huge. It was beautiful and Victorian. I stared around in awe.

Liam clutched my hand firmly as we walked up to the front desk.

The man walked to stand behind the front desk and said, “Since you’re staying two nights, your cost comes up to $4,000.”

I had to stop my jaw from falling to the floor. I mean, I know Liam was a billionaire, but $2,000 a night was really steep.