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âThere has never been a question about that.â He spun her around and pushed her against the kitchen counter as their lips found each other. Their kiss was interrupted by his phone ringing.
âCome on, who has such awful timing?â She groaned unhappily. Was it ever possible for her and Liam to have a moment to themselves without being interrupted?
He chuckled as he took his phone out. âItâs my father. I have to take this but Iâll be back before you know it.â He pecked her lips as he answered the call, then excused himself and left the kitchen.
Ximena nervously cracked her knuckles. Something felt odd. Or, to be exact, nothing good ever happened whenever Liamâs family came up. The mere mention of them was a jinx and she knew that since they were together, his family would be unhappy. It was no surprise that when he returned, he didnât seem to be as excited as he was a moment earlier.
âLet me guess. They found out we are here?â
He placed his phone on the kitchen island and returned to her side. âNot quite accurate. They found a woman they think I will like.â
âOh.â She nodded in realization. âWhat the fuck is the problem with wealthy families? Just because they were forced into marriage with people they didnât want, and because their parents suffered the same fate, they think it is okay to do that to their kids?â
âI have no idea, but they are out of luck.â He grabbed his knife to continue chopping the vegetables. âI will not marry a woman I donât choose myself.â
âUh-uh.â She narrowed her eyes watching him.
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âI already know who I want to spend the rest of my life with.â He added, glancing at her briefly. That was probably his subtle way of letting her know just who he had in mind.
She let out a small laugh. âYou donât even know me.â
âIf you are talking about your past, I donât need to know anything more than what I already know.â He sliced into the cucumber on the chopping board hard enough to make her wince. Was he okay? It felt as though he was venting his anger. âUnless, of course, you were a psycho serial killer with a specific fetish of torturing your past lovers to death. I would be concerned.â
She laughed dryly. â Yeah, that would be terrifying. Liam, if you want to vent, stay away from knives.â She grabbed the chance when he was distracted and snatched the knife away.
âI was just slicing the cucumber.â He protested.
âIn a way that screams of all the hate inside you? Gee.â She took over the task, making him nearly break his ribs laughing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She crossed her arms and glared at him. âWhatâs so funny?â
âNothing.â He cleared his throat. He had lived long enough to know that making fun of Ximenaâs cooking was worse than poking a beehive. He clamped his mouth shut and silently watched as she finished cooking.
âItâs nearly unbelievable how you and Zaria are best friends. One is an expert in the kitchen while the other, not so much...â
âAnd one is an elegant brunette with killer curves while the other is a ruffian? I get it all the time.â She snorted.
âI wasnât trying to compare the two of you.â He defended himself.
âYet, you fell in love with her first.â She shrugged. âEveryone does. I mean, have you seen her?â Seeing his speechless expression, she laughed. âIâm not complaining. I just donât want to think about my best friend whenever I look at myself in the mirror, okay? Itâs all I ask for.â
He crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. âI understand how uncomfortable you must be and Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât need to be.â
âI was not in love with Zaria.â He revealed. âItâs not every day I befriend someone...like her. I got it all mixed up and hey, sheâs engaged to my best friend. I thought it would be awkward for me too.â
Ximenaâs lips twitched. âAt least I have someone to take it out on if your friend ever does anything he shouldnât.â
He shuddered at her threat. That did sound like something she would do.
âThen I would have to be in your good books to evade your wrath.â He smiled, but as soon as he thought about his family, his mood dampened.
âSomethingâs wrong.â She observed.
âAm I such an open book?â He joked in an attempt to make her drop it, but she immediately figured out what he was trying to do.
âIf you donât want to talk about it...â
âMy blind date is...how do I put this?â
She raised her eyebrows at the mention of the woman his family found. âSheâs not going to be a problem, right? I mean, if she is that clingy kitten from the rink, I may have to cut off her claws. I donât want to get my hands dirty.â
âThen Iâm afraid you may have to get your hands bloodied. Not because itâs the kitten,â He clarified.
âOh,â
âSheâs worse. A woman I knew in my teenage years, the most annoying thing that has ever happened to me.â
She rubbed her temples in exasperation. Was there any woman who wasnât obsessed with Liam? He was the most troublesome man on earth.
âWhatâs this about, exactly? Let me guess, her father is one of your fatherâs major investors and if you donât go to the blind date, her daddy will pull out his investments?â
âLike that kind of thing would faze me?â He scoffed. âIâm only worried that if my parents donât get what they want, they will come after the woman they think is coming between them and their goals-you.â
She thought he was joking for a moment, and when he didnât laugh, she realized he was serious. She tapped the kitchen island with her fingertips. âIf it comes to that, we both know whose life will be in danger. Not mine.â
âOf course.â
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Although he had never been worried about Ximenaâs capability to protect herself, it would be best if a battle didnât break out between the Preston and Morel families. They were not acquaintances but strangers were much better than enemies, so he knew he had to nip it in the bud.
Their vacation was cut short since something came up at Morel Beauty and he had to deal with his family and date, so he dropped her off at the company.
âSee you this evening?â He kissed her when they arrived.
âI hope.â She forced a smile and opened the door to leave. As soon as she entered her office, she came face to face with an infuriated socialite.
âYou had the nerve to keep me waiting!â The woman pointed her manicured finger at Ximena.
âI saw this coming,â Ximena muttered under her breath and shot a glare at her assistant. âWho said she could come in here?â
âIâm sorry, she barged in.â The assistant vehemently apologized, and Ximena dismissed her to face the socialite.
âAre you by any chance Liamâs blind date?â Ximena leaned against her desk as she scanned the woman from head to toe.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âSo, just an infuriated consumer.â Ximena crossed her arms. âI need my chair, do you mind sitting where you should for a moment?â She shooed her off, and when the socialite relocated to the opposite side, she sighed. âYou would think women in high society have basic manners. What seems to be the problem?â
âHow dare you talk to me like that?â The woman snapped.
âYou are in my office, where you barged in. I could call security.â She threatened with a smile, shutting the woman up for a second before she resumed her outrage.
âYour products are horrible. Look at my face!â She pointed at her nose.
Ximena winced. âThat looks like a nose job gone wrong to me.â
âMy eyes...â
Before she could blame it on Morel Beautyâs mascara, Ximena took out a folder. âWhatâs your name?â
âAbbie Watson.â Responded the woman.
Ximena shut the file skeptically and entered the name into her computer. As expected, there was no such record. She secretly sent a text message to Zeus.
âWhat did you buy and when did you buy it?â
âAm I here for an interview?â Abbie rolled her eyes. âLook, you are going to pay for all the damages your brand caused me.â
âAnd if not?â Asked Ximena.
âMorel Beauty is going to the ground.â She swore.
Ximena was certain of it now, but when her phone pinged with a text from Zeus several moments later, she shook her head. âAll because of a man, Abbie?â