Mr. Billionaire - S01 E41 (Story Episode)

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Mr. Billionaire - S01 E41 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

3 WEEKS LATER

(Just to speed the story along)
“There’s so much to do,” Carole said in a high panicky voice. She was currently running in all directions, trying to get everything perfect.

Christmas was approaching fast and Carole was out of her mind with decorating. She wanted everything to be perfect.

“Mom, maybe you should rest a bit,” Liam spoke up, looking worried.

“No, no, no,” she snapped in agitation, unpacking a box of decorations. “I don’t have much time. Christmas will be here before we know it. I’m so late.”
She grumbled to herself.
“Do you want help?” I asked softly.

Carole looked up at me with a smile.

“No, I’m fine. Go play with Liam.” She shooed me away.

My cheeks grew warm as I thought of how dirty that sounded. Liam seemed to sense my thoughts like he always did and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, his grin wicked.

“Yeah, come play with me, Yvonne,” he said suggestively.
I rolled my eyes as I walked over to him.

He grabbed my hand immediately, kissing the palm of my hand tenderly. He never even broke eye contact.
My heart was racing as he led me toward the staircase, trying to lead me upstairs. We hadn’t had sex yet and Liam was patient with me, but things between us were very intense.

And I honestly didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
We were stopped in our tracks by a knock at the door.

Liam groaned in frustration. Walking to the door he muttered, “Better have a good reason for interrupting.”
I giggled, walking behind him.
He swung the door open in agitation and there stood Simon.

His eyes flickered over Liam, then to me and back again.
“I’m here to talk to Yvonne,” Simon said, glaring at Liam.
“Sure, go ahead,” Liam responded.

“ Alone, ” Simon emphasized.
I blinked. What the hell could he possibly want to talk about?
I couldn’t see Liam’s face, but I saw his back stiffen.

“No,” he said, his voice hard.
I touched Liam’s back absentmindedly. I could feel the hard muscles of his back through his thin T-shirt. I bit my lip, my heart karate kicked against my chest, trying to get free.

He turned to look at me.
“It’s okay,” I said, nodding at him reassuringly. “I’ll talk to him. It’ll only be for a moment.”