Page 11 of All That She Needs

His gaze dropped to his arm, and then he looked back at me, sliding his eyes down my figure, but of course, the table blocked his view. "I need to measure them. If you could stand up and move right next to me, I—"

Before he could finish, I tossed another piece of fries at him.

His eyes widened with playful surprise. "You want a food fight?" He laughed, grabbing a small piece of the leftover burger from my plate. "I'll give you a food fight." He took aim and launched the burger piece in my direction, and it landed on my lap.

I gasped, horrified. "You didn't!" I groaned, grabbing a napkin and rubbing at my Valentino midi skirt. "My skirt is white!"

He laughed so hard, clutching his stomach, his body shook until it tilted to the side. "Want my help?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You wish."

He nodded, "Yes, I'm going to wish—to pray, that Asha will let me clean the stain by rubbing her skirt thoroughly with my hands."

I blushed hotly. "You are bad, mister."

The stain stubbornly refused to leave, so I gave up.

"Want some dessert?" He offered.

"That offer scares me." I blinked at him. "It'll be a hell of a messy food fight."

"But they really have a very good chocolate cheesecake." He whined.

"As long as you don't throw it at me."

"Hey! You threw it at me first."

"Let's just behave now."

"Okay, mama."

I sucked in a breath, completely appalled. "You did not just call me that!"

If Liam shook in laughter harder than that, he was going to fall off his chair.

We ordered the chocolate cheesecake that he had been raving about, and we ended up sharing a plate.

When we finally left the place, he was walking ahead of me, and I couldn't help but stare at his long legs, enjoying the sight of the defined muscles in his strong thighs movingand rolling as he walked, even though his jeans covered them. Then my eyes found their way to his ass. His glorious, plump, muscular ass. And they got stuck there.

I jolted a little when he suddenly looked over his shoulder, smirking mischievously at me. I blushed furiously. I knew he had caught me.

Part 5: Aiden

I came home and found Asha was already asleep. Again.

I didn't mean to come home late, truly; I was really working in the office, scrunching complicated and dizzying numbers with my entire Finance department for a huge mistake they made that cost me almost a million dollars. I had been good these last few months. I came home on time and spent more time with my family. I hadn't been making excuses or lying to my wife anymore.

I kept my promises to myself. I hoped that if I had let Asha down in the past, she would know that I was trying to fix it now—for her, for our children. These past few days had been grueling, but I had every intention of getting it done faster so that I could go home sooner.

When I reached my bedroom, I was so drained that I just let my clothes fall wherever they landed—too exhausted to bother with putting them away or even taking a shower. I shuffled quietly towards the bed, trying not to wake Asha, who was already deep in sleep. I slipped under the covers beside her, scooting closer so I could hold her from behind. I pressed my lips gently to the back of her head.

She smelled like a greasy burger. Why did she smell like a greasy burger?

Asha, with her dedication to healthy eating, never touched burgers. Her meals were always meticulously chosen—nutritious, balanced, and wholesome.

I chose not to dwell on it too much, letting the comforting warmth of her body soothe my weary mind. I whispered to her I loved her, and in her sleep, she apparently heard me, because she mumbled sleepily that she loved me too.

I had all I needed in life right here. With Asha and my children.

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