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Chapter Eight

Liam

Ineed Glory Daniels.

Putting on my suit, I adjusted the blazer and fixed my tie. My stomach flipped a little with nerves as I fixed my hair and splashed my cheeks with aftershave. This girl made me feel things I had never felt before. I never got nervous or had those signature butterflies that you heard people talk about when they thought they met someone special.

But Glory did that to me. I was excited and anxious, I could feel the sweat on my palms and the frog in the back of my throat. What was unsettling about it the most was that I felt all this and we had already slept together.

How is that possible?

Holding the sides of the sink, I stared at my reflection. This was new for me, to want to be with a woman, to keep her for myself and make her mine. I went through life so focused on learning the family business, that I didn't have time for any real relationship.

But that was all I could think about with her. I didn't just want to have sex and leave it at that. I needed more; I wanted to learn about her, I wanted to know all her secrets and details that made her who she was.

Because she was perfect in every way.

Sitting in the limo outside her apartment, I opened the door and walked up her steps. I wasn't sure what number was hers, so I pulled out my phone to text her.

“Well, don't you look handsome.” Her voice tugged on my heart, making it skip a beat.

My eyes ran over her body, licking every curve and dip. Glory was wearing a black dress that had a bright red flower pattern. Spiked black heels made her legs longer, forcing the muscles in her calves to pop.

She had pulled her hair back into a messy bun with loose strands framing her face, and rouge lipstick that matched the flowers. Her lids were highlighted by a smokey eye and her lashes fanned like canopies as she blinked.

Holy shit. . .

“Wow,” I said, my jaw hanging open as I gripped her finger and spun her around. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, she inhaled a sharp breath as she looked out at the street. “Is that for us?” Her eyes grew wide as she scanned the length of the black stretch limo, her gaze twinkling in this childish excitement.

A playful itch forced my lips into a tight smirk. “It is.”

“Liam, you didn't have to do this. We could have just taken a cab, a limo is too much.”

“For you, nothing is too much.” Taking her hand, I guided her down the steps and towards the vehicle. “And trust me, it's nothing, not a big deal at all.”

“Not a big deal?” Glory dipped her brows into the bridge of her nose as her mouth hung open. “It's a limo, this can't be cheap. I don't need big fancy things, Liam, a taxi works just fine.”

Laughing lightly, the driver opened the door to let us in. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I climbed in behind her. Slipping across the leather seat, I sat across from her with a smile on my face.

“What are you smiling at?” she asked, tucking her clutch against her side.

“Nothing.”

“No really, what?”

“It's just, you see the limo, the hotel, and you think fancy. I see the limo and the hotel and I think normal.”

Thinning her lips, she raised her brows in curiosity.“Normal?”

“Yeah, normal. This is how I grew up, but don't get me wrong, I can live without it.”

Giggling, Glory dragged her tongue lightly across her bottom lip, forcing my dick to twitch. “You say that like it would be easy. But if you've always had it, how could you possibly know you could live without it?”

Shifting in my seat, I grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped the top, pouring her a glass. “My parents made sure that I understood what we had. I don't take it for granted and I don't abuse it.”

“Really?” Gripping the thin stem of the glass, her fingers brushed over mine. My skin prickled with her delicate touch, fluttering up my arm and through my chest. “If you don't abuse it, then why are we in a limo right now?”

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