The Paid GirlFriend

chapter 4

Liam parked the car and leaned over to kiss me on my
cheek, his lips lingering as he gave my thigh a final
squeeze before he pulled his hand away.
"Later, you have to get change because trust me
Sabrina, once I get started I don't plan to let you out of
my arms for a long time," he chuckled, slipping out of
his car. I grabbed my bag as Liam opened my door,
lending me a hand to get out of the car. He wrapped his
arm around my waist as we walked to the elevator.
Only to discover that it was under maintenance. Thank
God I lived on the third floor.
When Liam and I got to the narrow stair case he
gestured for me to go first. It took me two seconds to
figure out why.
"Naughty little girl," he muttered as I purposely wiggled
my ass, knowing that's where his eyes were trained on.
"Dirty old man," I retorted when we got to my floor. I
swiveled my head around to see him gawking at my
bottom.
His eyes snapped up to meet mine, narrowing in a
playful manner. "And who do you think you're calling
old?
"Who do you think you are calling me a little girl?" I
turned away from him with a flip of my hair. "I'm a
woman."
"Trust me, I know," he muttered.
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"The lobster's good," he murmured as I skimmed the
menu, occasionally wiggling in the booth to get closer
to him. We started at the end but slowly gravitated to
meeting each other in the middle, our knees touching.
"What about the crawfish pasta? That sounds yummy," I
looked up to see him staring at me with a small smile
on his face. I blushed and ducked back behind the
menu. I should be use to it by now, he'd been staring at
me since I stepped out my room wearing a low-cut
deep purple dress that stopped mid-thigh. With so the
time limit I only had a quick second to whip my hair in
a stylish ponytail.
"I wouldn't know, only you women eat all that silly
Italian food," he scoffed.
I raised an eyebrow, still hiding, and said, "but you ate
spaghetti last week."
I looked up just in time to see him roll his eyes.
"I was trying to woe you, of course I'm going to eat
whatever you cook."
I huffed, placing my menu down, just in time to see the
waiter making his way towards us.
"Good afternoon ma'am, how are you this fine day?" The
boy flirted, smiling cheekily.
I smiled politely, opening my mouth to tell him we were
ready to order, but Liam beat me to it.
"I'll take the steak and lobster special in case you were
wondering," Liam stated dryly, his eyes cold and
narrowed towards the stricken waiter.
I glanced at his name tag and than back to his face.
Paul's eyes widened as they took in the bigger than life
man sitting next to me.
"R-right sir, sorry sir, anything to drink sir?" He stuttered
out like a scared soldier during drill camp.
"A scotch, and my date would like the crawfish pasta
with a bottle of your finest champagne. Also, keep your
eyes off her," she's mine . He didn't need to add the last
part. Paul and I could hear it loud and clear in his
throaty growl.
I didn't know rather I should be upset or turned on at
this point.
When the poor boy scurried away, after taking our
menus, I turned to glare up at the equally angry man.
"Liam, that was completely unnecessary," I huffed,
folding my arms across my chest.
Liam snorted. "Not my fault the boy wasn't doing his
job."
I shook my head, my glare turning into a scowl. "You're
ridiculous. Just because you're jealous doesn't me you
get to go around snapping at anyone who looks at me."
Liam scoffed, "what the hell do I have to be jealous
about? He's a waiter, a serviceman, for god's sake, you
can't get any lower than that." I gasped at his words.
Realization dawned on him as he whipped his head
around to face me. "Sabrina..."
I threw the napkin that was on my lap on the table and
slid out before he could grasp me and stormed out of
the restuarant. By the time I was out the door Liam
caught up to me, grabbing my shoulders and spinning
me around.
"Sabrina, I didn't mean it," he gasped out.
"Liam," I growled, attempting to duck under his hands
but he simply crushed my body to his. "Let me go."
"No," he snapped stubbornly.

"I want you too much to let something simple like that
ruin this."
I gritted my teeth. "You just belittled me in my face-"
"Correction," he interrupted, "I belittled the waiter, which
was still wrong." He sighed. "Please Sabrina, darling,
hear me out, I promise to explain everything once we
get to my house."
I scoffed, "the last place I want to be is in your home
Liam Collins. Take me back to my apartment and we'll
forget this ever happened-"
I stopped when I felt his fingers grasp my chin and pull
my face up towards him. His blue eyes were cold as
they stared at my green ones, his lips pressed in a hard
line and his jaw clenched.
"Ms. Welsh we are getting in this car and driving to my
home where we will discuss the contract I and my
lawyer drew for you and I. We will sit like grown adults
and afterwards I will apologize and show you how sorry
I am in my bedroom because I'll be damned if you walk
out of my life like I mean nothing. I've been patient with
you because I understand where you're coming from us-
our coming together was all of a sudden-but I regret
nothing and want you. I've never wanted for anything in
my life and I refuse to start now, am I understood?"
I nodded, not making a sound. His tensed stance
relaxed a little as he leaned down to kiss me on my
forehead.
"Good. I'll send for the valet to get our car while I go
pay and get our food to-go. Stay here, yes?"
Again, I nodded, folding my arms and pressing my
hands on my bare arms, suddenly realizing how cold it
was on the chilly night. Liam shrugged out his jacket
after seeing me shiver and threw it across my shoulders,
making sure it wouldn't fall. I gave a small smile in
thanks, watching as he paused at a man in a red vest
and then proceeded to go back into the restuarant.
I sniffed. Maybe I did need to give him a break, it was
an honest mistake, something he would pay for later in
life but I have been a mess. I've ran and ran and ran
and poor Liam was always there with open arms and
his heart on his sleeve. And-
I froze, frowning as I thought back to what he told me.
Something about a...contract.
But for what?
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I didn't get the chance to ask once Liam got back
because he still looked a little put out. We sat in the
car in tense silence, the smell of fresh seafood my only
friend at the moment.
"We're almost there," Liam murmured, his long fingers
tapping against the steering wheel. "I'll make us a drink
and then we can sit down and eat."
I hesitated, picking at invisible lint off his jacket. "And,
um, didn't you say something about a contract?"
His whole body froze before he quickly recovered. He
cleared his throat. "I was hoping you hadn't heard that
part," he muttered, his eyebrows forwarding into a
frown. "Like I said, we will discuss it later."
I opened my mouth to argue but I did a double take at
the house we were pulling up to.
"Wow," I breathed. When Liam said "house" I thought he
meant a condo or an apartment or whatever it is rich
bachelors have. Not this... this mansion. It looked like
a home for children and a beautiful wife to maintain.
Oh god, does he have children? With this day and age
you never know.
Liam chuckled, putting the car in park and relaxing in
his seat. "I know it's a little too much for just a single
man to live in but it's home. Plus my family visits
frequently," he explained, unbuckling his seatbelt and
reaching in the backseat to get our food. "Ready?"
Like I have a choice...
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"Good evening Master Liam...and welcome Ms. Welsh,"
the driver who picked me up this morning greeted us at
the door. What was his name? Justin, Jordan, Jenks...
James!
"Good day to you too James, bring this to the dining
hall and set up a couple plates for us, yes?" Liam
handed over the food.
"Of course sir," James bowed his head and shuffled
away. Once he left I then took notice of our
surroundings. We were standing in a foyer with two sets
of staircases split by a double door with a chandelier
dangling from the high ceiling. There were two, much
smaller, more doors as well, one that James
disappeared through on our right and another across
from it. Everything seemed to be black and silver, with
a hint of gold

"Shall we my love?" Liam grinned, placing a hand on my
lower back and nudging me to the double doors. "I'll
give you a short tour on our way to the bar."
My mouth fell open. "Bar?"
He chuckled, spinning me around until I was facing him,
leaning down to rub his nose against mine
affectionately. "Oh little Sabrina. You have so much to
see."
Once he got the drinks together we went to the dining
hall where a long table with multiple chairs sat in the
middle. The two plates with steaming food seemed so
small sitting alone on the table.
I fidgeted, suddenly uncomfortable. His dining room
could easily fit three of my apartments in there.
Liam led me to the table, pushing my chair when I sat
down, always the gentlemen. He sat a wine glass in
front of my plate and sat down in his seat, pushing his
sleeves up. I had abandoned, quite reluctantly, his
jacket on one of the many sofas in his hall on the way
back from the bar room.
He poured the red wine in my glass and sat the bottle
down. He grinned down at me, "you first."
I blushed, picking up one of the gold forks next to me.
It felt heavy in my small hands. I stabbed at one of the
noddles and dropped it in my mouth.When the rich and
creamy texture hit my tongue I moaned automatically.
Liam chuckled, digging into his own food. I stabbed at
a curled up shrimp and popped it into my mouth before
I turned to Liam.
"Do you have a large family?" I asked curiously.
Liam smirked. "Five siblings, I'm the middle child. The
three oldest ones are married and have children already,
just me, Anne Marie and Lawrence left."
"Wow," I murmured.
"And with all my aunties and uncles and cousins, you
can see why this table's needed."
"And how old are you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Twenty-nine," he cleared his throat, suddenly looking
unsure. "Is that...is that alright?"
My eyes widened, "of course. You know I was only
kidding when I called you old?"
He nodded, smiling softly at me. "Are you done?"
I glanced at my plate. I barely touched it but my
appetite was barely there. "Can I save it for later?"
"Of course, I'll ring James when we get to my office," he
stood up and offered his hand. I took it.
This time we climbed the stairs, Liam explaining that
this was where all the bedrooms were, plus his office
and game room.
I paused to take off my heels, explaining that my toe
were beginning to ache. Surprisingly Liam bent down to
one knee, instructing me to put my hands on his
shoulders to balance myself as he gripped my calf to
unbuckle my shoes and slide them off, my heart leaping
out of my chest when he pressed his lips against my
ankles. My breathing was erratic by the time he stood
up, both of my shoes dangling from his fingers, a smug
look on his face.
By the time we got to his office I was ready to throw all
cautious out the window and jump him.
"You can sit on the couch while I look for the file," he
murmured, sitting behind his desk that sat in the middle
of the room, gesturing to the sofa pressed against the
wall. I shuffled over and looked at his office. A
expensive looking computer and knickknacks sat on his
desk, picture frames taking up one corner but they were
all faced away from me. My fingers itched to see them.
I glanced at the bookcase that took up the whole wall
opposite from me. Some of the titles and authors I
recognized but others were a complete mystery to me.
"Sabrina?"
I looked over to see Liam staring at me hesitantly. He
said my name so softly I barely heard it. He fidgeted
with the papers in his hands before standing up and
walking towards me.
"I just want you to know you can say no and that this
won't in any way damage our relationship. It's just a
little piece of mind," he murmured, handing me the
papers. I took them, slowly reading the printed words
while listening as he continued to ramble. "And it's not
permanent. Just a few legal things and a safety net in
case this doesn't work out. I don't want you walking
away with nothing but I can't let you have everything."
He ran his fingers through his hair.
My hands started to shake the more I read. My head
snapped up to meet Liam's eyes. "Liam..." I trailed
offed. This could not be happening.

"What is this?" I asked even though I knew what it was.
He shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "I want you
Sabrina, and like I said before, I've never wanted for
anything in my life. You have a financial problem, and I
have the best solution... Be my paid girlfriend."
A/N: oh no she didn't... Don't worry my dear readers:)
I'm already working on the next chapter so dont expect
to wait so long.
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