Bahira Malik has had a wild year.
From falling in love with her father's boss to completely breaking his heart in two. With all said and done, she decided to better her life. Now being a freshman in college, she's trying to be the best version of h...
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All the rest of my crimes don't come close ______________
Liam's POV
I let out a huff as my foot tapped against the marble floor. I check my watch from what feels like the millionth time since the 10 minutes we've been here. I look at Andy from the corner of my eye as he tapped away on his phone. I stare ahead at the empty seat in front of me.
Why the hell am I doing this?
No, that's the wrong question Liam.
Why the hell did I let Andy talk me into doing this?
A waitress walked in front of us, setting up the extra plate before sending me a smile and wink. I just sent her a tight-lipped smile. Not wanting to even entertain he thought of woman right now.
I sat there for a moment before letting out a groan.
"Well this is pointless." I announce as I stood up abruptly.
Andy's hand quickly wrapped around my wrist, tugging me down into my seat. I let out a childish whine knowing that I can't make an escape.
"Stop your whining. He's almost here." He said giving a smile. The smile quickly turned into a frown as he went back to his phone.
"He's late." I state clearly annoyed.
"He has a life you know? He probably had to attend to something really quick." Andy tried to reason. But like always, I wasn't buying it.
"So what makes you think he's going to show then Mr. Samuels." I ask in a sarcastic cheery tone.
"Because he likes me. Unlike you, the man who fucked his daughter." He replied sassily.
All I could do was glare and grit my teeth. I try to count to tend to ease my anger, just like Dr. Peazer advises me to. But all I wanted to do was snap his neck in half. Before I could even make one last ass-kicking remark, Andy stood up abruptly.
My eyes wandered to where his frame was headed. I soon saw the man who hated my very existence. His head was buzzed short and dyed blonde. He looked happier, healthier and most important, calm. He wore a plain white T-shirt showing his tattoos. Dark blue jeans and his oh so famous, black Doc Martens.
He and Andy hugged for a moment before exchanging a few words. The two erupted in laughter before they settled down. Andy soon the pointed to me and my head quickly shot town to my tie.
A wave a sweat bullets lined themselves on my forehead. So many thoughts began to race through my mind. So many different scenarios danced through my head. The only thing I could think of in this very moment...was to pray.
