Chapter Three

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BROOKLYN

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BROOKLYN

A million thoughts were going through my brain. It felt as if it might explode.

Why is he here?

How did he find me?

I couldn't tell you how thankful I am that he didn't know Tori. Mainly because I can't look him in the eyes right now and there is the fact that I'm engaged.

I mean who does he think he is waltzing back into my life after he just left without a word? I loved him that is true, but that is past tense and needs to stay in the past.

"What did you say?" I ask in a shocked voice.

"He asked for you, but I said I didn't know of a Brooklyn West and I just moved here." She pauses and takes a deep breath. "But I don't know how believable it was since I was practically stuttering the whole time."

I'm not going to lie, a part of my heart wanted him back. It was like I was ready to see him and lay in his arms again. It's messed up and that's why I'm frustrated.

A knock on the door makes me jump and the voice makes me melt.

"Hey, Can I come in?" Liam asks.

"Yeah," I say, softly.

"I'll see you later Brooke. Text me later, please." Tori smiles and jumps off the bed as Liam steps in the room. I would never say my bedroom was small, but when Liam is in here the walls seem to close in and it's hard to breathe.

"Liam," she acknowledges him and walks out until I hear the front door close.

Seeing Liam all my thoughts of Spencer goes out the door and when he places his lips on mine my brain feels like it would explode at any moment.

He is good for me. Scratch that, he's amazing for me. So, why do I have to keep telling myself this?

"How was my wonderful fiancé's day?" He asks, smiling.

"Tired. Don't you know how much energy it takes to be this beautiful." I smile as I lay back on my king-sized bed.

Liam does the same and pulls me to his broad chest.

"I know so tiring." He rolls his eyes playfully and runs his fingers through his black hair. Nothing, but silence is exchanged between us and the thoughts in my mind are on overdrive.

I can't shake the fact that on my special day the eyes of Spencer will be watching me and he is here in Daytona. I feel bad that I am thinking about Spencer while I am in the arms of Liam. Others may say its fate and a sign. But I think it's more of a curse.

"What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" Liam asks.

"Nothing," I say, softly.

"Well, how about we go out for dinner. Just me and you." He smiles and kisses the top of my head as he gets up.

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