𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 18+

11: 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

"What happened baby, I need details."

"Do you think I'm spoiled? Or a brat?" I whimpered out quietly hoping he didn't hear me.

He chuckled deeply, the sound sending vibrations through his body to mine making me feel tingles.

I tilted my head in confusion. "Why are you laughing Estúpido!" I slapped his chest as hard as I could.

"Baby," He groaned through his chuckle. "Half of Beverly Hills's teenagers are spoiled because they're rich." He sat up against the headboard and pulled me closer to his naked chest. "But just because you have money doesn't mean you're a bad person. It's just the way you act with the money and things you do with it."

"Are you saying because I get pedicures and treat myself to a new handbag every once in a while means that's what makes me spoiled!?" I scoffed and hopped out of his lap only to be grabbed by my wrist and pulled back into his comfy lap.

"No baby." He groaned and put his head on the crook of my neck. "What I meant was you are spoiled but your not a brat,"  He kissed the dark hickey on my neck softly letting his lips linger. "You may portray being a snobby teen towards your peers but I can see that whatever happened those last weeks has affected you."

He kissed up my neck and to my forehead before leaning his forehead against mine. "Your more than money Chanel," He kissed my forehead softly making me smile. "You're more than who your parents are," He continued and kissed the tip of my nose. "And this beautiful body and face, You're so much more than your beauty."

I smiled at him and pulled his face to mine, kissing him passionately, capturing his plump and soft lips. He quickly dominated the kiss and deepened it, kissing me slowly savoring my taste.

"But you however have yet to give me a detailed description of what happened."

I sighed and ran my fingers through his dark chocolate locks of tousled hair. "Sam said you own me because we're fucking and then confessed that she was jealous."

He quirked up an eyebrow up at my answer and tilted his head slightly. "Why would she say that?"

I guess he knew I told them...

"Because I didn't want to go hook up with other guys at some stupid party that some bitch I don't like was hosting."

He looked even more confused. "So why were you crying baby?"

"I felt bad for making her feel like I was trying to outshine her. I didn't mean to make her feel like my shadow." I sighed deeply and wrapped my arms around his neck cuddling into his warmth. "It made me feel bratty, like I acting better than her. Arrogant."

Liam carefully wrapped his strong arms around me, trapping me in his warm embrace. "Your such a big softie, even if you don't want to show it." Liam chuckled lightly.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of his touch focusing my attention on his re-stitched stitches. I traced my fingers over the bandaged wound, my fingers lightly went over the spot of the stitches making Liam wince and curse under his breath.

"What happened?" I asked as I linked our hands, playing with his fingers as I waited for an answer.

He let out a deep sigh, before kissing my forehead. "My wife or my soon to be ex-wife"

My eyes widen at the person he named. "Bianca?!" I asked shocked to my very core.

Liam nodded his head. "Yep, Bianca. She cut me because she found out about my affair with you." He got up and moved to the bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing towels.