The Paid Girlfriend

Chapter Three

A/N: thanks for the likes and comments guys :) really means the world to me <3 and I spent a long, long time on this chapter lol. I've deleted, I've rewritten, added and then took away parts and I STILL feel like it's not right but I love you guys and didn't want to keep you waiting so...here.

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Chapter Three

"I just want you to be happy," my mom admitted.

"I am happy," I huffed, resting my head on her shoulder. We were sitting on the porch swing, the weather nice and warm in Princeton, Illinois, "I have friends, I have a roof over my head and I tolerate my job."

"But what about a boyfriend? You haven't been with anyone since that Kyle fella," Mom murmured, stroking and kissing my hair.

I blushed. I drove the two hours to my parent'a house on a mission, and it was to forget Liam Collins. After our "date" I packed a few outfits and ran out the door like a bat in hell.

My mother just had to bring up the fact that I've been single for a while.

"Meredith has a son a few years older than you, I could talk-"

"Mom," I groaned, leaning away from her to drop my head in my hands. "I'm fine. Please drop it."

She sighed, squeezing my shoulder. "I'm just worried about you sweetie. Ever since your father got sick I've just felt so guilty for dropping this burden on your shoulder. You should be having fun and partying like kids do your age."

I rolled my eyes, dropping my hands. "Me? Party? As if," I snorted, purposely ignoring the first part. There are times when I hate my parents for putting me in this situation, what normal person wouldn't? But I was not about to tell my mom that.

She giggled, "you know what I mean."

I straightened my back, playing with the end of my hair. I do need to talk about him at some point. Knowing Tonya and Devon they would just tell me to fuck him and leave him before things got complicated. "There is this one guy..."

That perked my mom up, "who?" She nearly squealed out.

"He's older than me, I think. We went on a date..." sorta, "...but I don't know if I want to start a relationship with him."

Mom snorted, "and why not? I'll assume he isn't bad looking if you went on a date with him."

"He's the exact opposite of bad looking," I sighed, smiling a little dispite the warning bells that rang whenever I would think about him. I was getting too close, too attach, to Liam in such a short amount of time. I refuse to grow feelings for a man potential of breaking me.

"From that goofy smile of yours I'm guessing he's Brad Pitt, George Clooney handsome?"

"A thousand times more," I groaned, ducking my head. When my mom didn't respond I looked up to see her staring out of space, her green eyes glassy and spaced out. "Mom?"

She snapped out of it, "sorry honey, just trying to picture what you said. I have to meet this man of yours. Why won't you see him again? Is he an," she dropped her voice to a whisper, "asshole?"

My grandfather on my mom's side was a pastor. Cussing was taboo and foreign to her.

"The perfect gentlemen," I sighed, slouching my shoulders.

My mom frowned, "I'm so confused."

"I, we-" I stopped myself, taking a deep breath. "He makes me feel certain things, things that go beyond being attractive." My bottom quivered. "I'm so scared of having feelings for him, mom," I croaked. "He's so perfect and I don't understand why he would choose to go out with me. I know I sound like a teenager but what if it's just to get in my pants? And then what? I don't want to get hurt."

My mom sighed and put her arm around my shoulder, "honey that's just love. It's all about taking risks. Now I don't mean to say that you should put all your heart into it but at least give him a try. You're young, you're going to make mistakes, but it's your decision if you're going to learn from it or not. Pain and heartbreak are sadly apart of life so it's useless to try to run from it."

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I winded up staying at my parent'a house for the whole weekend, after calling Devon to take on my shifts. It was refreshing to spend time with my dad and have my mom give me words of wisdom that only come with age.

But now to return to the real world.

I spent the two hours going over what I was going to say to Liam, anticipating his prescence when I got to my apartment. I was most worried about his reaction more than anything, not that I suspected that he would hurt me. But this will be the second time I've stood him up. What if he decides I'm not the worth the effort? That I'm too emotionally damaged and leave me to rot and hate myself forever?

When I got to my apartment garage I immediately looked for a fancy, shiny car that screamed Liam Collins, CFO of multi-billionaire company. I scowled when I saw there wasn't one besides the obviously-used and run down cars that matched the building.

With a sigh I hauled my butt out of the car and walked towards the elevator.

Another day, another disappointment.

When I stepped into the elevator, after passing a elderly woman who was getting off, I pulled my abandoned phone out and saw that I had twenty-one missed calls, all from a unknown number.

Looks like someone got my number finally.

I sighed and scrolled through my text messages as the elevator stopped at my floor. I didn't bother looking up as I walked to my door since it was the last one at the end of the hall. When I did get to it something caught the corner of my eye.

And Liam Collins scared me for the second time in barely a month.

He sat on the floor next to my door on top of his suit jacket and his usually scruff was a small beard now. His pants were wrinkled as if he slept in them and his phone was clutched in his hands. Liam didn't bother looking at me, preferring to look straight a head.

"Good evening Ms. Welsh," he sneered, his lips pulling as he tapped his finger against his phone.

"Liam, how long have you been sitting there?" I gasped, kneeling down on knees and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"A day," he sighed, leaning his head against the wall and rolling his neck to look at me. "Maybe more. I don't know. I think I got drunk."

I wrinkled my nose when I caught a whiff of his breath. "Do you want to come inside?"

"Why do you run from me?" He asked, ignoring my question.

"Liam, I think you should get cleaned up-"

"Stop avoiding the question," he hissed, his eyes suddenly filled with anger. "Am I not good enough for you? Is there someone else?"

My eyes widened as I quickly shook my head.

"Then what Sabrina?" He growled, making a move to stand up. I quickly reached out to help but he shook his head.

"Can we at least go inside?" I sighed, slumping my shoulders. He nodded.

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While Liam went to the bathroom to freshen up I put on a pot of water to make some tea as I searched for something to eat in my fridge. All there was was cake that probably went stale and left over spaghetti. I found some veggie chips in the pantry and pulled those out and poured some in a small bowl just when Liam stepped out of the bathroom. I gave him a small smile.

"Got us a snack," I said in a soft voice, placing them on the dining table. "The tea should be done in a while."

He nodded, his eyes never straying from my face as he sat down.

"Where were you?" His voice was quiet as well.

"My parents," I sighed, sitting in the chair next to his. "I needed sometime to think."

He pursed his lips, "I understand," he said slowly after a while, "but next time tell me okay? I got kicked out of the diner when they refused to tell me where you were."

I gaped at him but said nothing. I wonder if Tonya and Devon were there? Surely they would've told me something, especially since it concerned me.

"Are you going to answer my question?" He finally asked after a few moments of awkward silence.

I took a deep breath. "I-I don't know what your expectations are of me," I admitted, picking at the lint that attached itself on my pants. "And I don't want to get hurt if you don't want me like I want you."

"Sabrina-"

"My feelings for you are so strong already and I barely know you," I huffed, blinking my eyes rapidly as they began to burn with tears. "So if we do, you know, get into a relationship we'll have to do it slow and I don't-"

Liam shut me up by placing his finger against my lips. "Sabrina, sweetheart, please shut up."

My eyes shot up to look up at him. His gentle smile gave me hope that I hadn't completely screwed it up. I smiled back.

He sighed, his face growing slightly serious as he continued to gaze at me. "I..." He trailed off, licking his lips, "I have a solution that may work for us both. I just need you to be patient love, is that alright?"

I hesitated, biting my lip, before I nodded.

Mom said love was all about risks after all.

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On a normal day I would've walked to the diner if my car broke down like it usually did, but unfortunately it's been raining for the past hour and showed no signs of stopping. I glanced at my watch.

And I had forty minutes until I was late to work.

Devon rode the bus everywhere and Tonya lived too far for her to drive here and then drop me off to work in time, so the only person left I could think of was...

Liam picked up on the first ring.

"Yes my love?"

Would it be cliche of me to swoon?

"Um," I hesitated, completely flustered from his greeting.

"Sabrina?" His voice rose a few octaves. "Are you alright?"

"Yes- no, wait..." I took a deep breath to calm my rapidly beating heart. "My car, it won't start up and I need a ride to work-"

"I'll be there in ten minutes," he cut me off before hanging up.

Rude.

I dropped my phone in my bag and made sure I didn't look like a total bum in my waitress uniform; a hideous yellow dress with a white apron and matching collar.

Ugh.

When ten minutes passed by there was a knock at my door. I slung my bag over my shoulder and scurried to the door, expecting to see Liam in some dashing suit and his smoldering eyes.

It wasn't him.

"Ms. Welsh, I am Master Liam's driver," the elderly man greeted me. "He sent me up to fetch you to bring you to your work place."

"Oh," I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

As we made our way down to the garage James, that's his name, made the usually small talk, asking little questions now and then.

"Our ride, m'lady," James nodded towards the limo.

I repeat, the limo.

Like I would expect less from Liam.

James opened the back door so I could slip in. A familiar scent of cologne filled the air as I looked back to thank James as he closed the door. I jumped when a hand crawled on my knee. When I looked over to see who it was...

I squealed his name.

And crawled into his lap.

Liam chuckled, his hands cupping my ass to support me as I leaned in to kiss him.

Damn I missed his lips.

"Someone's eager," Liam grinned when he pulled back to kiss me on my forehead. And my eyelid. And my cheek.

"Liam," I sighed.

"Sabrina," he mocked, kissing me sweetly on my lips. "I've missed you terribly, even though its only been two days."

"I've missed you too," I murmured shyly, hiding my face in the crock of his neck.

"Mmm," he hummed, picking my hand up and kissing my fingertips, "let me take you out to dinner. A proper first date. I'll even pick you up and bring you home so that you can change."

I bit my lip, slipping my hand out of his to stroke his jaw. "Okay," I breathed.

"And then I'll take you to my place, I have something important I want to discuss with you." I frowned, pulling back to look at him.

"Like what?"

He licked his lips, "nothing wrong. Just a solution."

I opened my mouth to prod him but he shook his head.

"Later baby, you have to get to work," he crooned, stroking my hair. I glanced out the window to see that we arrived at the diner already. I sighed disappointedly.

"I guess I'll see you later," I mumbled, crawling out of his lap. He smirked.

"I guess so," he chuckled, handing me my bag. "Have a good day love."

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"Is he old? Like a sugar daddy?" Devon questioned as I poured powder sugar over a waffle and handed it to Bethany, another waitress.

"No," I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Then why didn't you say anything? Is he ugly?" Tonya huffed, obviously put out that I didn't tell her about having a man in my life.

"Guys, it's just so new, and we had a few bumps in the road, I wasn't ready to talk about it," I muttered refilling a man's cup of coffee.

Devon pouted, "fine. But we want to meet him at some point. Make sure he isn't planning to kidnap our Sabrina."

"And I want to see that limo of his too," Tonya added, grinning at me. I grinned back.

"We'll see."

When my shift was almost over a red car pulled up front. It looked like a racing car with a bunch of fancy bells and whistles. I didn't really see the big deal, but all the male's in the room did.

"Is that a Ferrari?"

"Damnnn."

"Who is that? The damn president?"

"Looks like yo man is here," Devon giggled.

"Geez, you really hit the jackpot with this one," Tonya grinned.

I bit my lip to hide my smile. I waved as I stepped out to leave. "See ya guys." The two waved back. When I got near the car Liam jumped out to open my door.

"Hello sweetheart," he cooed, pecking me on my lips before he closed the door. He rushed over to his side and jumped in, started the engine and raced out into the streets. "How was work?"

I shrugged. "Okay. Busy. You?"

He grinned, placing his hand on my knee. "Same."

My breathe hitched.

"Do you like seafood?" He asked.

I nodded my head, too focused on his hand stroking the inside of my thigh. Slowly his hand moved up til it was under my dress.

"Good. I know this fantastic restaurant close by," he murmured casually.

Like he didn't have his hand up my dress. While he was driving.

"Liam?" I squeaked.

"Hmm?"

"Please touch me."