The Paid Girlfriend

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: queenquinn5 dedicated her story The Contradiction to me so go read it and show her some looooove <3 on with the story...oh yeah! i decided to wait for the iloveyous since i wanna make it special c:



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Chapter Fifteen

I clicked answer and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey doll! Sorry for calling so late but it's been so long since I last talked to you," mom huffed. "Whatcha been up to? Did you ever call that handsome man of yours back?"

Oh mom, if only you knew...

"Just been hanging out with T and Dev, same old, same old," I lied, turning around when I heard the water splash just in time to see Liam standing up, water dripping down his muscular body. "And yeah, actually, I did call Liam."

Liam cocked an eyebrow as he dried his body off.

"Good! Did you guys go on a date?"

I accepted the towel he held up for me, wrapping it around my body awkwardly with one hand.

"Yep. Several of them, I have a really good feeling about him."

"Aw, sweetie, I'm so happy for you!" Mom gushed. "I wish I was there to meet him. You have to bring him down here!"

"Maybe later, he has work after all." Liam leaned down to kiss my cheek before he walked to the closet, dropping his towel in the hamper. I ogled his ass as my mom continued to gush over my new relationship.

"...next thing you know I'll be planning your wedding." She paused and then added in a authorizing voice, "I'm planning your wedding. I don't care if I have to fight Devon to prove it."

I snorted, "mom!"

"Is it bad that I'm already coming up with names for my grandchildren?" She chuckled. "But serious honey, call me more often. I love you."

"I know, I love you too, and tell dad I love him as well."

"Okay, see you later." She hung up.

I threw my phone on the bed before Liam's arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind.

"Everything alright?" He asked, his lips already pressed against my neck.

"Yep. Just my mom being nosey." He chuckled, spinning me around so that I was facing him. His blue eyes were sparkling as he grinned down at me.

"You still haven't told her did you?"

I pouted. "I chickened out."

"Should I be scared?"

"Extremely. The shooting range's my mom's second home."

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"Would you..." Liam paused, tugging on his tie as he stood in the kitchen doorway. I was making pancakes, pausing mid-flip to give Liam my attention.

"Yes?" I frowned, confused as he hesitated.

He cleared his throat, pushing his shoulders back to stand a little taller. "Would you care to join me for lunch today? I've gotten so use to your company and I'm starting to miss it," Liam smiled nervously. I giggled.

"It's only been a day," I pointed out with a smile.

"Well it's not my fault you spoiled me," he huffed, sitting his brief case on the island as he strutted towards me. He grabbed plates from the cabinet above me, his hard chest brushing against my back. I stifled my shiver as I continued to cook.

"What do I get out of it?" I finally asked, my back facing him as I'm plating the pancakes and turning off the stove. I turn around to see Liam's cocked eyebrow, sitting at the island, our plates sitting next to each other.

"The satisfaction of knowing you made your boyfriend's day?" He smirked.

I shook my head with a grin, placing the pancakes on the granite countertop. "Not good enough. Something...bigger."

My sly comment doesn't go unnotice. His smirk falls and his eyebrows skyrocket across his forehead. "Oh really?"

I nod, smiling coyly. "Maybe longer too." I walk over to stand between his knees and fist his curly hair. He shaved. Pity.

He hummed, running his hands up and down my legs. "Where?" He asked in a husky voice.

His fingers crept up under my shorts. My breath hitched.

Too bad the sound of his phone vibrating broke us apart. Damnit. We really need to make a rule out of shutting our phones off when we're inside.

"What?" He hissed into his phone, his eyes hard and angry from being interrupted. I quickly plate our food and sit down with shaky hands. "I'll be there in half a hour." With that he shoved his phone in his pocket and stood up. "Sorry love, duty calls," his face much softer now. "Lunch? Please?"

I smirked, hiding my disappointment. "Of course. Have a good day." He leans down to give me a kiss goodbye before he strides out the room, brief case clenched in his fist.

I take a shower, playing with the thought of relieving the throb between my legs before I brush away. Liam would probably be pissed if he found out. Instead, I think of what to cook for lunch. And worrying about going to Liam's place of work, of course. It was a family business so the chances of me running into a Collins was pretty large. I groaned at the thought of embarrassing myself in front of Rachel Collins, Liam's mother. From the pictures around the house she seemed to carry herself with a air of confidence. And she should. Liam told me she came from old money, but after marrying Daniel Collins, Liam's father, and investing her money wisely, her little fortune tripled over the years. She was a chef, but soon quit to write cookbooks, though they focused more on different spices than recipes for "simple" things like Creme brûlée. And she did all this while juggling seven children.

I bit my lip. My mom never worked a day in her life before my father got sick, who was a construction worker and probably never wore a suit except on his wedding day. Liam and I truly were opposites.

After I showered I busied myself with cleaning the kitchen and then figuring what I was going to make for lunch. I found some croissant rolls and decided to make some sandwiches with them, quickly finding some left over chicken and other ingredients to make chicken salad to put into the croissants. After placing the sandwiches in the 'fridge, I decided to relax and try to read until twelve o'clock came around. Only my mind kept drifting away, forcing me to read the same sentence multiple times before I gave up and looked at all the pictures around the living room.

Helen York, Liam's older sister who married a man named Robert York, had put them up, wanting his house to look a bit more homely.

The mantle on the fireplace was dedicated to his nieces and nephew. A picture frame for all them and then a big one with all of them in it. Katie and Alex Collins, the thirteen year old twins took up one side and siblings seven-year old Jack and ten-year-old Olivia York took up the other side. While the twins had brown hair, the York siblings had blonde, though they all shared the same blue eyes that littered the Collins family.

I frowned when my phone began to beep with a message, not expecting it.

D: wat r u doing?

S: nothing. Why?

D: I need a drink. My day's been unbelievable.

S: it's 9 in the morning.

D: my mom called.

I was already running up the stairs to get my shoes.

S: where?

D: the dive

S: omw

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I slid into the booth where Devon cradled a fruity martini with a pout on his face.

"Aw Dev," I sighed, grabbing his hand that rested on the table. "What did she say?"

He sighed, "my younger brother's getting married. She wanted to gloat that his little tramp's pregnant and how happy she was that 'at least one of my son's making their mother proud'." He rolled his eyes. "I pointed out that marriage probably wouldn't last since they were obviously getting married for the baby and then she went into a rant about how disappointing I am."

I scowled. "But you're amazing."

He scoffed, "I know that already." He quickly sobered back to depression. "But I wish my family did. I love you and Tonya but..."

"It's not enough, I understand," I squeezed his hand and smiled.

"What are we doing for her birthday? It's Friday, you know," Devon changed the subject.

I cringed. "I forgot. Don't tell her I said that." I pursed my lips. "Maybe a pool party, us three and some coworkers from the Diner?"

"Perf," Devon perked up. "Make sure Liam's invited. I still haven't seen that chest of his you keep raving about."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not all that." Okay, that's a lie. It is all that. "And it's his pool. He has power to say no if he wants."

"Liam? Saying no to you? I'll like to see that!" Devon laughed. I pretended to scowl at him as his laughter quiet down. "How has that sexy man been?"

I smiled. "Good. I'm actually meeting him for lunch at twelve."

"Ooh, can I come?"

"No," I scoffed, glad to see Devon back to his perky self.

"Fine," he grumbled, "lets eat. I'm famished from all the mama drama."

"I ate already," I shrugged. "But I'll like to stay and catch up."

"Good, cuz honey I got lots to tell you. Oh waiter! Get your cute butt over here!"

Dear lord...

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"Excuse ma'am, may I help you?" A snotty voice called after me. I paused on my track to the elevator and swiveled my head around to the circular desk in the middle of the lobby. Men and women in tailored suits and ties decorated the large room so I was hoping I could slip by without being stopped.

I smiled apologetically, only to drop it when the blonde woman lifted her nose up at me. Alrighty then...

"Sorry, I'm here to have lunch my boyfriend," I explained, pointing at the elevator.

"Who? Are you on his visitor list?" She turned to type on her computer.

"William Collins, and I believe so," I answered, walking over to place the container on the white marble counte next to her name plate. Britney Kelley. Of course.

I noticed Britney stopped typing. "Sorry?" She snorted. "What are you? Eighteen? Nineteen? Why don't you go home or back to your dorm. Mr. Collins certainly doesn't have time for silly school girl crushes." And with that she flipped her hair and continued to "work" which meant filing her nails. I blushed in embarrassment.

"It's true! Just look-"

She interrupted me. "Look. I get it. He's handsome but this is kinda ridiculous. Please leave and save the little dignity you have left, k?"

Okay. Now I'm pissed.

I grabbed my phone and quickly hit Liam's number, praying that he answers.

He does.

"Hello love, you here yet?" He asked.

"Yes, but your little secretary won't let me by," I huffed, glaring at her disbelieving smile.

"Please, like I'm going to fall for that," she snorted. "Leave before I call security."

"Was that her?" Liam growled. "I'll send my assistant for you." And with that he hung up.

I smirked, pocketing my phone while she rolled her eyes.

"Look little girl-"

"Are you Sabrina? Mr. Collins sent me down to get you."

Wow that was fast. When Liam wants something done...

I spun around and come face to face with a...boy.

"Yeah," I smiled. "That's me."

The boy blushes as his eyes widen when he sees my face. "I-I'm Tyler, Mr. Collins assistant."

"That's cool," I chirp. "How old are you? You look pretty young."

His face flushes even more. "N-nineteen." He pursed his lips as he looks over my shoulder. "Ms. Kelley, Mr. Collins has something to discuss with you tomorrow." I glance at her without turning my body to see her eyes wide as she sat there frozen.

"B-but-"

"Ms. Sabrina, if you'll please follow me," Tyler interrupts her, gesturing for me to lead the way. I do, with a extra pep in my walk.

"Thanks for coming down to get," I grinned at Tyler as we stepped into the elevator, who seemed shocked at the attention I was giving him. I frowned, confused as he continued to stare at my face. "Is there something on my face?"

"Oh n-no, sorry. I just...you're so..." He groaned, looking away and trying again. "It's just you're very beautiful...please don't tell Mr. Collins I said that. He'll have my head for even looking at you."

I giggled. Tyler was sort of cute...in the little brother sort of way. "It's okay. I won't tell. He acts like a wounded puppy whenever I think someone on a movie looks cute."

He sighed in relief and smiled. "Thank you. I can see why Mr. Collins gets all googly-eyes whenever he talks about you."

I frowned. "He talks about me?"

Tyler nodded. But before he could say anything the elevator stopped on Liam's floor.

"Mr. Collins had a meeting so I could get you some coffee or water or tea or juice while you wait."

"No thanks, I'm fine," I said as he lead me to a office corner that took up majority of the space. A desk with a computer and knickknacks sat on it with two chairs leaning against the wall next to the oak door.

"You could sit in there-"

"Do you mind if I stay out here? I feel like I would just be sitting there twiddling my thumbs," I chuckled.

Tyler laughed softly with me as he pulled a chair up to the front of his desk. "Sure. Just sit here."

"How long have you worked for Liam?"

"Six months, he was sort of skeptical about hiring a teenager but I worked hard and proved that I was worth the risk," he beamed, obviously proud of himself. He sat down in his swivel chair and began to type on his keyboard. "How long have you and Mr. Collins been together?"

"A little over two months," I fiddled with the top on the container.

"Two and a half," Liam voice suddenly sliced through the air. I swiveled around to see him striding towards us, a beaming smile on his face. I was sure mine matched his.

"Hey there handsome," I giggled as I placed the sandwiches on the desk before he gripped my hands to lift me up to give me a big kiss on my lips. "Liam," my whine muffled by his lips. "Not here."

He grunted, pulling away. "Tyler doesn't mind, right?"

"Say you do," I quickly added, turning to smile at a blushing assistant.

"I-I don't know," he stammered, his eyes jumping from Liam to me and back.

Liam narrowed his eyes down at me playfully. "You're teaching my employee to disobey me."

I giggled. "You make him sound like a servant." I pulled away and walked over to Tyler to place a hand in his trembling shoulder. "Plus Tyler likes me more, right?" I bent down, pecking him soundly on his cheek.

Just because I knew it would tick Liam off. I still wasn't over us being disrupted this morning.

Liam cleared his throat, a hint meant for me to know our playful banter was over.

"Let's go eat, yes?" Liam murmured tersely as he grabbed the container and lead me to the door of his office. Once inside he shrugged out of his suit jacket while I grabbed the sandwiches and put them on paper napkins. "These look delicious," he complimented me as he took a bit, sitting down on the couch against the wall while patting the spot next to him. I eagerly sat down, enjoying the yummy sandwhich I made.

His work office was very similar to the one at home, though his home office was more warm colors while this one was neutral.

"How was your meeting?" I asked after I was done eating.

"Good I suppose," he murmured. "This client's being more difficult but I'm not worried, we'll knock 'em out."

"That's awesome," I said, taking his trash and mine to throw away. When I came back, Liam captured my wrists and pulled me down to straddle his lap, his favorite position.

"I thought I made it pretty clear I was the only man you're allowed to kiss." He spoke in a calm, monotone voice.

I smirked. "It was a small kiss on the cheek. Perfectly friendly."

"I don't give a damn if its friendly or not. My assistant just met you and he already has a crush on you."

I rolled my eyes. "No he doesn't."

"He could barely keep his eyes off of you." Now he's growling, slow rumble starting in his chest. Aw, here comes the possessive beast I know and love.

"Maybe he just thinks I look pretty," I shrugged. Lie, I know he thinks I look pretty.

"Maybe he should keep his fucking eyes to himself," Liam retorted.

"He's just a boy," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Plus I'm only interested in you."

"Damn straight you are," he huffed. "And it better stay that way."

"And if it doesn't?" I teased.

He lips pulled back into a sneer. "Too bad. I'm never letting you go. I'll fuck you in front of every sonofabitch you 'interest' just to prove that you're mine."

I sucked in my breath. Exhibition never interested me but suddenly I was itching for it.

"Is your pussy wet?"

Drenched. I nodded my head.

"Good, take off your clothes and sit on the edge of my desk. I've been waiting to fuck you on it forever."

Minutes later Liam was plowing inside me, his mouth devouring mine as he gripped my ass.

"I'm close," I rushed out in a breathy tone, panting embarrassingly loud as I gripped his shoulders. "Oooh Liam..."

"That's right, moan my name," he muttered, increasing his pace until he froze, pushing my hips closer to his as he came inside me.

I left without any panties, Liam stating that they were his now.


A/N: should the next chapter be in Liam's POV or not? i know i said i wouldnt do it again but idk if you guys want to see the tongue lashing Britney will get c: but anyways...answers to frequently asked questions...

No cheating or abuse in this story.

Monica and Terrance are currently the only black people in this story.

The link to chapter 8 is in my message board.

No, Sabrina will not be pregnant anytime soon. Probably not till the last chapter. Or close.

This story will be 25-30 chapters long, maybe even less idk.

Idk when I'm going to update.

Idk what's going to happen next. Im being serious. I just get ideas from small things like if I see a family eating at the table for dinner I'll literally think "oh shit I should make Li and Sab have sex on a table" and i just write random stuff around it .-. lykomg my mind is suhh dirty

AND I DIDN'T PROOF READ THIS SO TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKES