Page 49 of Falling for the Wrong Billionaire
I grab my phone, almost reflexively. It’s like my hand has a mind of its own as it dials her number, my thumb moving over the screen before I can even stop myself.
The phone rings once, twice, then a soft click.
"Hello?" Her voice is warm, still sleepy, and I can hear the quiet rustling of sheets in the background.
I smile at the sound of her. "Morning, Lucy."
She lets out a small laugh, a sleepy, quiet sound. "Morning, Liam.”
“Did I wake you?"
"Not at all," she replies quickly, her voice lighter than usual. "I’ve been up for a while.”
“Same here. Just wanted to hear your voice."
She’s silent for a moment, and I can’t help but imagine her still lying in bed, the softness of her voice mingling with the warmth of the morning sun filtering through her window.
She finally answers, her tone softer now, almost shy. "Thanks for last night. It was... really nice."
"You don’t have to thank me for that," I say, my heart warming at the thought of how much she enjoyed herself. "I’m just glad you had a good time."
There’s a pause, and I can hear the hint of a smile in her voice when she speaks again. "Yeah. It felt... different. I haven’t felt that relaxed in a long time."
I chuckle softly. "I’m glad I could help with that. You deserve to feel relaxed."
We fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, just the sound of her breath on the other end of the line, and I let myself enjoy it.
Finally, I break the quiet. "How’s your day going so far?"
"Pretty boring," she admits with a sigh. "I want to cook something, but most of the shops are closed today, and I’m out of groceries."
My mind starts working. I know I’m overthinking it, but I can’t help it. She sounds so... defeated by something as simple as not having food in the house. And that’s when it hits me — I can fix this.
"Well," I say, already standing up from my bed, "why don’t you come over? I’ve got all the food we need. We could make something together."
There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. She doesn’t respond right away, and I start to wonder if maybe I’ve overstepped. Maybe she needs some space today. But then she says something that makes me smile.
"You really don’t have to, Liam."
I can tell she’s trying to be polite, but there’s a hesitance in her voice. I can’t let her back out now.
I press, trying to sound cute, playful. "Come on. What’s the harm in having some company while you cook? Plus, I can’t let you starve. That’s just not in my DNA."
She laughs softly, and it’s the sound I’ve been waiting for all morning. "You’re impossible, you know that?"
"But you love it," I tease, walking toward my closet to throw something on.
Another pause, this one filled with reluctant amusement. "Alright, fine. But I’m taking a cab."
I stop mid-step, my heart thumping a little harder. "No," I say quickly, almost a little too fast. "I’ll come pick you up. It’s no trouble."
She hesitates again, clearly wanting to protest. "Liam—"
"I insist," I say, cutting her off gently. "I’m coming to get you. You deserve to be treated right."
There’s a soft sigh, but I know she’s given in. "Okay," she says, and there’s a hint of warmth in her voice. "You win."
"Great," I reply with a smile that I know she can’t see but can probably hear in my voice. "I’ll be there soon."
