Mr. Billionaire - S01 E51 (Story Episode)

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Mr. Billionaire - S01 E51 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

I slung the Burberry London black wool double-breasted, fur collared coat.

According to the pricetags, this outfit was $7,000 altogether.

My makeup was also on fleek. It was a flawless, natural look. My hair flowing past my shoulders.

I walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the living area where Liam was waiting.

He turned to look at me and my jaw went slack just looking at him.

He finally wasn’t wearing a suit, but he was still dressed nicely. Those jeans fit well, not tight and not too loose. The plain white T-shirt fitting snuggly against his muscular body. He wore expensive Italian shoes and an expensive leather jacket.

I realized we were staring at each other. And I wasn’t breathing.

I took a deep breath and he smirked, reading my mind like he always seemed to do.

He walked until he stood right in front of me. He snaked his strong arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

His eyes sparkled as he said, “You look so beautiful.” He kissed my forehead. “You look amazing. It’s gonna be hard to keep my hands off of you.”

My cheek warmed as he bought his lips to mine eagerly. He kissed me in such a way that had he not been holding me, my knees would’ve given out.

“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly when we pulled away from each other.

He took my coat and held it open form me. I put my arms inside and slid it on my shoulders.

“We are going to the one of the best restaurants in New York,” Liam said, buttoning the jacket for me as I smoothed my hair.
When he was finished he stood up and smiled at me softly, touching my cheek.

The look in his eye scared me. It wasn’t the kind of look that would’ve scared a normal woman in her right mind, but it sent alarm through my body.

The look he was giving me was pure adoration.

No one had ever looked at me that way before. Not even the guy I was supposed to marry.
And it scared me.

“So where are you taking me?” I asked, changing the subject.
“The Modern,” he replied, smiling, his hand never leaving my cheek. “It’s a great restaurant.”

I nodded and we headed out the door together.

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After our dinner, Liam took me took me to the park. It was beautiful, decorated with Christmas cheer, the lights so bright you could see them from light years away.

Liam sat beside me on the swings. He had been pushing me and I had giggled like a kid for a few minutes, but now everything had winded down.
We we sat on the swings quietly, my hand in his.

Liam raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Our eyes met.
He was staring at me with that same expression from earlier. Like I was perfect.

My cheeks heated.

“Stop staring at me like that,” I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Like what?” I asked.

“Like…you adore me,” I finally said, looking away.

Liam chuckled. “I didn’t realize you could see through me so easily.” He shook his head.

“Well, you make it pretty obvious,” I said, fighting a smile when I saw his embarrassment.
Then I remembered something and I looked at him seriously.

“So why do you and Ryan hate each other so much?”

Liam sighed and looked straight ahead, his lips pursed.
“Ryan and I were friends once,” he began, his voice soft. “Lucas, Ryan and I were like brothers.
“Soon Ryan met Lana and he fell in love. I’d never met her, but Ryan was very ready to introduce us to her.

“Then Ryan told me how Lana was scared that someone was stalking her. He begged me to look into it, so I did. I found out that Hathaway—the most fearsome mobster in this city—was after her.”

Liam sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as if he were in pain. I held onto his hand tighter as he continued.

“I looked further into it and found out Lana was betrothed to Hathaway. So I went to warn Ryan.

“He didn’t believe me. He said he’d found her dead and if she was really betrothed to Hathaway he wouldn’t have killed her. He told me what an ass I was for disrespecting her memory and that if he ever saw me again, he’d kill me. After that, we stopped talking.”

It was quiet for a long time after Liam had finished talking. There was only the chill of the December wind and the quietness of our breaths.

“I’m sorry,” I finally said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek.
Liam smiled sadly.

“It’s okay.”

We were quiet for a while longer before Liam finally broke the silence.

“I love you, Yvonne,” he said, his gaze unwavering. It stared past my face and into my soul.

I was shocked. He’d hinted that he loved me, but now that he was saying it so straightforwardly, all of my vital organs slammed against the front of my stomach and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

But the thing that surprised me most was my response.
“I love you too,” I said back.

His eyes lit up and he smashed his lips to mine, kissing me like tomorrow was never gonna come.