Chapter 12

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ABBY'S POV

I had 49 missed calls from my family.

I went into work to talk to my boss. I was hired floor something else, but my boss is the CEO of the newspaper company.

The company provides papers for all of Tampa Bay.

Which is like, ten different cities. We print over a million papers.

And my boss fired his old assistant, and I'm his new assistant.

He doesn't treat me horribly, either. He's young, only twenty eight. He's married and he has a young daughter.

He's kinda like a friend.

He said he was glad I was okay, and he had me work for the rest of that day. I was home by six, and I called Liam to come over, and I took another shower.

I called Mum to tell her what happened and she was really happy we were all okay and that I called.

Now Liam is here, and we're making out slowly, very passionately.

His mouth is making it's way to my neck.

I gasp.

And then my phone starts ringing.

Fuckkkkkkkkk.

"Ignore it." He mumbles.

I let out a soft whine at the feeling of his lips peppering my neck.

"Liam." I gasp, gently pushing him off of me. I sit up and grab my phone.

It's Mum.

His lips land right back on my neck.

Fuck.

I stare at Mum's face on my phone.

"Liam, I have to." I whisper, pressing answer. I gently push him off of me again.

"Hey Mum." I say.

"Hey sweetie." She says. "Listen, tomorrow, since it's Saturday, we have an event."

"An event?" I repeat.

"Yes. It's at Phillipee Park, Shelter four. Bring Liam, okay?"

"Mum, what event?" I ask.

"It's just an event." She says. "Be there by ten, okay? Bring Liam!"

"Okay. What's the...like, attire?"

"Casual." She says.

"Okay." I sigh.

"Okay." She says.

We get off the phone.

Liam is so ready, he literally has his dick out already.

Oh, my baby.

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We're in my bed now, naked, just cuddling.

"Hey," he whispers, rubbing my back.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"I got you something."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

I sit up, holding the blankets to my chest.

He smiles.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers, shaking his head. "It's still hard to believe that you're mine."

I smile softly, looking down. I feel my cheeks heat up. He smiles and leans over, grabbing something out of his jeans on the floor.

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