His Sub

Chapter Eleven

Liam's POV
I tried to get her attention, but she didn't even acknowledge me after our conversation. It made my manhood upset as he's been used to girls falling at my feet. My ego has recently been very low because of this girl. She was strong and she didn't care.
I was invested in getting her attention, to be her master. I wanted to know what was underneath of her clothes. She wasn't interested in sharing but I was determined, when I set my mid to something, there was no changing it. I'm a man of my words. I sigh as I plop down on my couch. I hadn't heard her door open yet, even though she left for work.
I turn down my television volume, just to make extra sure that I can hear everything outside of my door.
10:00 rolled around and she still wasn't home. It made me even more eager to see her. Waiting for Her was like waiting for a miracle, but she was a miracle. She walked into my life and didn't practically throw herself at me. I was tired of the same thing from other women, they never said no to me. It was boring. She was interesting.
Not only was Leah interesting but she was most definitely intelligent. She was very independent. The kind of independence that didn't ask for help. Not from a man, a friend, or her parents. Even if she were to struggle, she dealt with it herself. She payed her own bills, didn't need anyone to do it for her. That was the type of women I wanted.
I know she wants me too, the looks she gives me. She tells me that she doesn't want me, however her body language proved something different. The way her breathing would pick up and the way she would fidget with her hands. She didn't know she was doing it, but I did.
She denied all attractions she had for me. All of my attempts were ignored and now I have to plan an extreme, noticeable, and hard to ignore, plan.
Maybe flowers to her work place. No, that's not even close to cool, every guy does that. It's cheesy. I remember the way she enjoyed her champagne. She was happy with the taste, she enjoyed it. By the end of the nights I have set my mind on something incredibly hard to by pass. I decide to buy 20 bottles of champagne and to leave them on her desk at work.
At first I was going to make a card to go along with it, and put my name. But then I decide not to. She had no idea who made the last letter. I was. But she wasn't fazed by it, not one bit. So I went against that thought. I was going to wait until she got home tonight and make my plan come to life.
1:00 her door swings open and closes. She isn't quite about it all. She's stumbling around, sounds like things are breaking. I stand up and make my way towards her door. I knock lightly. She opens the door. She is a complete mess. Eyes bloodshot, the smell of alcohol clear on Her breathe, her hair in a messy bun and pajamas.
"Hello Mr.Liam." She hiccups and then giggles. "What's wrong with you? Have you been doing drugs? Drinking?" I ask. She nods. "Why that's not safe?!" I ask confused and angry. "Bossy pants. Marijuana is not a horrible drug and I like alcohol, so yes. Not that it's your business." She slurs. I frown. "Welp goodnight." She proceeds to say and then slams the door in my face, inches from the top of my nose.
I head down to the local convention store and buy 20 champagne bottles