EMILY
Liam?
He couldn’t possibly be here, right? I let my hands slide down my back as I looked on. He was literally here. I could see him and watch his heavy breathing as he looked down at me in anger. What right did he have to come here? What the f**k was wrong with this man?
My hands moved back to my chest as I tried to see if I could get a robe to cover my body. But there was none in sight. Cynthia had not kept my things where they should have been, and I was stuck with the way everything seemed to feel so small at that moment.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as a last-minute resort to get a hook on my emotions.
His growl caused me to turn to him sharply. I watched in horror as he strode into the room with his fists clenched by his sides. Oh, damn! I took a step back impulsively
