The Paid Girlfriend

Chapter Nineteen

A/N: when I decided to write this story, I didn't want any angst. Just a story with lots of smut (cuzz I like to write it) and lots of joking around (hence Tonya and Devon) and mushy, lovey-dovey talk (Imma sucker for romance) and if you don't like that, please exit this story instead of telling me. I'm a hard-headed stubborn person and that's obviously not a good mix but idc. that's me. I love me. if i want to call you a name, i will. let it be angel or bitch or ben dover (because it makes me giggle) i will call you it (but not you guys, i love you guys) and nobody's going to change that. k? k. so im sorry you had to witness the childish argument with the bible-pusher (she shall be called that for now) but lyk yeah. here's an early update as an apology and i promise to be more...polite...if anyone else decides to share their dismay

enjoy~

Chapter Nineteen

"God I love you," Liam growled as he fell on top of me, the bed bouncing underneath us as he ravished my mouth for a while before pulling back. "I want to make love to you. Sweet...slow...fuck!"

I lick where I bit him on his neck and giggled. That giggle soon turned into a gasp as Liam grinded his covered cock against my bare pussy.

"Dirty little girl..." he growled quietly as he yanked down his boxers.

He slid his forearms under my back, gripping onto my shoulders. Our bodies were pressed together, but he was able to keep some of his weight off me. I wrapped my legs around him, my breath stuttering with each thrust.

"You feel so good." He buried his face in my neck. "Smell so good. Taste so good."

I really loved when he mumbled.

"Tell me again, Sabrina." His panted breaths hit my skin between his kisses. "Tell me now."

He pushed faster.

Harder.

Inside me and surrounding me at the same time.

Consuming my body and my mind.

And my heart.

"I love you."

He moaned, the guttural sound echoing in my head, gratifying me on the most primal level. His arms tightened around me, keeping us locked together.

"Liam, please." I was so close.

His teeth scraped down my neck. "God, baby. Fuck." He panted and kissed and licked. "I love you, too."

I came apart, pleasure rolling through me. Wave after wave. He was slumped against me when I became aware again, and I was sorry I missed seeing him go off.

"Lets go out to dinner again tomorrow," Liam hummed, pulling off me and laying beside me. He immediately embraced me in his arms.

"You know I can cook, right?" I cocked an eyebrow and layed my head on top of his beating heart.

Liam chuckled. "I know. It's not my fault I like showing my girlfriend off." He nuzzled his nose in my hair. "I love you."

I blushed. It was going to take some time to get use to our confessions. The fact that Liam dated it so freely made my heart glow.

"I love you, too," I sighed.

"Good. Just remember tomorrow."

I frowned, pulling away from his chest to look at him. "Why?"

Liam smiled with a close mouth. "Because we're going to my mother's house for dinner."

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"What if they don't like me?" I asked nervously as I played with my key-shaped diamond necklace.

Liam pressed the doorbell, grabbed my hand and snorted. "Impossible. You're about to be the most normal person in there. I'm more worried about them scaring you."

I twisted my lips to the side indifferently before the door swung open.

A blur of blonde shot up and into Liam's free arm.

"Unca Will!" Jack York cheered, his speech impediment coming out. Liam told me all about it on the ride to here about his lisp incase I found it odd that a seven-year-old sounded like a four-year-old.

I wouldn't have. Especially with his dashing blue eyes watching me curiously.

"Hey buddy! How ya been?" Liam laughed as he carried him inside, his hand still clasped around mine.

"Gud! What 'bout you? You gotta new fwein?" Jack grinned toothily at me. "What's your name? You're weally pretty."

"Woah! Trying to steal my girlfriend?" Liam cracked up as I giggled, setting Jack down on the marble floor. We were in a hallway that led to four different doorways.

"It's Sabrina," I giggled, looking down at him.

"Sa-bri-na? That's cool. Can I call you 'Brina?"

I shrugged, "or just Bri."

"Cool. So do you kiss my unca? 'Cuzz that's pretty gross," Jack said innocently, still it caught me off guard.

"Umm..."

"Jack I think that's enough," Liam snorted, patting him on his head. "Why don't you lead us to the kitchen?"

"Otay!"

And with that, the blonde little boy skipped through the room opposite of where we stood.

"Gwamma! Unca Will gotta guhfwien!" we heard Jack holler.

"Ready?" Liam grinned, pulling me towards the kitchen where the sounds of pans clattering and water running became suddenly deafening.

"S-sure," I stammered as I shuffled behind him, peeking over his shoulder once we reached the brightly lit room. Scattered around were women, all different heights and ages. Except two.

"Finally, I thought you guys were going to get comfortable out there," a young girl with brown hair and the signature Collins blue eyes drawled as she tapped away on a iPad. Her twin, who sat beside her on one of the island stools, rolled her eyes behind her glasses and placed her book down.

"Don't be rude Alex," Katie sniffed.

"Whatever," Alex muttered.

"Ignore those two," a woman at the sink grinned at me. "I'm Mariah, the mother."

Right. Married to the oldest brother, Garrett.

"Hi," I giggled nervously much to my embarrassment. "I'm Sabrina-"

"We know who you are," Mariah laughed heartily, "the man standing next to you refuses to let anyone forget."

"Which is why we were so eager to meet you," a much older woman with white-blonde hair walked up to me and embraced me in a soft hug. She chuckled and pulled back to hold me at arms length. "I'm Rachel, the reason all these people are in my kitchen right now." She turned to her son who was leaning against the corner, munching on corn nuts. "Dear?"

"Yeah?" He mumbled with his mouth full. Ew.

"Gross," Alex huffed.

"Shoo. Go to your father's study and get a drink. Let us ladies talk," Rachel ordered.

"But Jack's in here," Liam grumbled, his eyes locking with mine, silently asking if I'll be alright. I shrugged hopelessly.

"Jack's adorable. He can always stay with us."

I looked over to see the cutie munching on a cracker while a tall woman with short blonde hair stood beside him. She smiled politely when she saw me looking at her, her blue appraising me curiously.

"I'm adorable too," Liam muttered as he shuffled out.

"Ever the mama's boy," the blonde woman, Helen if I remember correctly, sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm Helen York, Liam's older sister."

"I know. Liam's told me some about you guys..." I trailed off hesitantly.

"Don't let her intimidate you, she's a southern bell," another, much younger, brunette smirked. She wiggled her fingers at me from her sitting spot, which was the counter. "I'm Anne Marie."

"And I'm Olivia!" Jack's older sister chirped. She waved at me before going back to stirring...something in a bowl.

"Wanna help us make cookies?" Katie perked up.

That got Alex's attention.

"Can we make sugar cookies?"

"Allie, suga cookies are bowing," Jack rolled his eyes. "You gotta make choca chip."

"But you can put icing on sugar cookies," Alex said in a 'duh' tone.

Jack's face lit up. "Cool!"

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"So Sabrina, how did you and Liam meet?" Robert York, Helen's husband asked as we passed around food.

"He stalked me," I said bluntly, spooning some mashed potatoes on my plate. I learned a lot from spending two hours in the kitchen with the Collins women and it was three things.

They were loud, sarcastic and blunt as hell.

"Sounds like Liam," his father, Daniel, chuckled. Besides his salt and pepper hair and slight wrinkles in his face, Daniel looked just like his son. Or Liam looked just like his father. Whatever.

Garrett had a rugged, mountain-man look about him while Oscar had the whole tortured artist look going on with his black hair and questionable dark brown eyes. His wife, Justine, was in Milan modeling for fashion week. He couldn't go because some of his work was being published in a local gallery. And Lawrence? He looked more like a football player instead of the lawyer he is.

I still couldn't stop blushing every time I made eye contact with him by accident.

"And do you have friends here? Liam said you recently moved two hours away from home," Rachel asked, swatting Lawrence's grabby hand trying to take for her biscuit away.

"A good circle, but their mostly from my job," I shrugged.

"That diner, right? Thank god you quit, Liam told us what your boss did to you," Helen huffed, wiping gravy off Jack's face.

"I suggested suing," Lawrence pouted, "but nooo."

"You're a lawyer Lawrence, of course you'll suggest suing," Anne Marie drawled.

"I'm an ad marketer too," he grumbled.

"What's that?" Jack asked, stabbing his fork through the peas.

"I sell poor suckers cheap ads at high prices."

Liam snorted, his hand lazily stroking my bare thigh. "My ads aren't cheap."

"You stole that little saying from some musical."

"It's a great motto," Liam argued weakly. "Plus I don't hear you complaining when I sign your checks."

"Hell yeah I'm not complaining," Lawrence snorted.

"Language," Rachel chided. "There are children at this table."

"Sorry ma," he mumbled and continued to stuff his face.

"Are you coming on vacation with us?" Katie beamed at me.

"Yeah! Come! You're cool," Alex grinned. "Grandpa has a islan and it's sooo big."

"Don't get your hopes up dear, that's a whole year away, we don't even know if they'll still be together," Garrett snorted, wiping his mouth off as the whole table stared at him, stunned.

"Garrett, you said you wouldn't say anything," Mariah hissed angrily, glaring at her husband.

Garrett glared right back.

"I'm just speaking my mind, nothing wrong with that," he retorted

"Anything you'll like to say to my face, brother?" Liam asked in a monotone voice. If it weren't for his shaking hand in my lap I would have thought he was indifferent to the whole thing. I clasped both my hands around it.

"I know everything Liam," Garratt huffed out a laugh, "and I didn't approve of any of it but you promised to keep her away and to allow you to do it and now look what you've done."

"What? Made the whole family like her?" Liam scoffed. "And you know nothing. That conversation was over a month ago. I love her."

From the corner of my eyes I could see Anne Marie herding the children out the room.

I had a feeling I knew what they were talking about as dread ran through my body.

"Oh you love her?" Garrett said mockingly, "tell me Liam. Would she have agreed to go out with you without her signing a contract?"

Everyone in the room gasped. That's it.

I snapped my head up to meet Garrett's eyes and glared at him.

"You. Know. Nothing," I hissed, standing up with my hands balled up. "That man has been nothing but sweet and caring to me and that contract wasn't brought up until our second date. And even after that we never gave it a backwards glance. I love him, have loved him, since our eyes locked the first time and sure, I was scared at first and ran, but Liam kept trying and pushing because I believe it was out of love and for you to say those things as if the stuff we went through was nothing? Fuck you." I turned to look at a dazed Rachel. "Mrs. Collins, I'm sorry for ruining dinner, but thank you for your kindness. If you ever want to see me again after this evening, I'm all for it, if not, you're lose."

And with that, I walked out with a fuming Liam trudging behind me.

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"I didn't think he would bring it up in the open for everyone," Liam sighed as we continued to sit in the car in silence. We'd been made it home.

"It's okay," I murmured, staring straight a head.

"You...You still want to be with me, yes?" Liam asked nervously.

I lolled my head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Of course," I whispered.

His shoulders sagged with relief.

"And you loved me since we first met?" He smirked. Not in a cocky way, just a crooked smile.

I giggled, "out of everything I said, you still caught that?"

He shrugged and continued to gaze at me.

The silence didn't last. My phone vibrating made both of us jump. I slid it out my bag and looked at the caller ID.

Mom.

"Hey Mom, can I call you back-?"

"Sorry honey, your father and I are in the hospital, he's beginning to relapse."

A/N: dun dun dunnnn. at first I was going to make Garrett a bowl of fun but you guys were all like "give me dramaaaa" so here ya go. and I shall explain Sabrina's papa's illness some moe. yo. oh. and i knew a girl with speech impediment in seventh grade and she sounded lika baby. it was suh adorable c: