A Father's Advice
910 Words
Chapter 6.
A Father's Advice
Late r that night, I found myself sitting across from my father and mother in the private lounge of our estate. The fireplace crackled, casting warm shadows across the room.
My father leaned forward, his sharp gaze settling on me. “Isla, you’re not a little girl anymore. And that means you need to be careful—especially around men like Liam.”
My breath hitched, my fingers gripping the armrest of my chair.
Did he know? Had he seen something?
I forced a casual smile. “Liam’s your best friend, Dad. Why would I need to be careful?”
A knowing look crossed his face, as if he could see past my words, past my mask. “Because men like Liam are powerful. Calculated. They don’t let their emotions dictate their actions.”
I swallowed.
Did he think I was the one at risk? That Liam would hurt me?
How ironic.
“I know how to handle myself,” I said, keeping my voice light.
My mother, who had been silently watching us, finally spoke. “Sweetheart, we’re not saying you can’t. But emotions can cloud judgment. And Liam—he has walls around him. No matter how close you think you get, you may never truly reach him.”
I turned to her, my throat tightening.
If only she knew.
If only she knew how close I had already been.
“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” my father added. His voice softened, but there was an edge to it. A warning.
I forced a laugh. “Dad, I think you’re overanalyzing this. Liam is your friend, not mine.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to read between the lines.
And then, as if he had reached a decision, he nodded.
“Good,” he said simply. “Because you’ll be working with him.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“He needs someone he can trust to oversee a few business matters while he’s away in France. I told him you’d be perfect for the job.”
Every breath in my lungs turned to ice.
Liam… agreed?
He agreed to have me under his roof?
Alone?
My fingers dug into my lap as my mind spun with the possibilities.
This was it.
This was my chance.
I forced a small, grateful smile. “I won’t let you down, Dad.”
But deep inside, I knew the truth.
I wasn’t taking this job for my father.
I was taking it for me.
For Liam.
For the obsession that had taken root in my soul.
And this time, he wouldn’t be able to run.
Not when I was the one closing the distance.
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Want me
Later that night, I found myself sitting across from my father and mother in the private lounge of our estate. The fireplace crackled, casting warm shadows across the room.
My father leaned forward, his sharp gaze settling on me. “Isla, you’re not a little girl anymore. And that means you need to be careful—especially around men like Liam.”
My breath hitched, my fingers gripping the armrest of my chair.
Did he know? Had he seen something?
I forced a casual smile. “Liam’s your best friend, Dad. Why would I need to be careful?”
A knowing look crossed his face, as if he could see past my words, past my mask. “Because men like Liam are powerful. Calculated. They don’t let their emotions dictate their actions.”
I swallowed.
Did he think I was the one at risk? That Liam would hurt me?
How ironic.
“I know how to handle myself,” I said, keeping my voice light.
My mother, who had been silently watching us, finally spoke. “Sweetheart, we’re not saying you can’t. But emotions can cloud judgment. And Liam—he has walls around him. No matter how close you think you get, you may never truly reach him.”
I turned to her, my throat tightening.
If only she knew.
If only she knew how close I had already been.
“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” my father added. His voice softened, but there was an edge to it. A warning.
I forced a laugh. “Dad, I think you’re overanalyzing this. Liam is your friend, not mine.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to read between the lines.
And then, as if he had reached a decision, he nodded.
“Good,” he said simply. “Because you’ll be working with him.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“He needs someone he can trust to oversee a few business matters while he’s away in France. I told him you’d be perfect for the job.”
Every breath in my lungs turned to ice.
Liam… agreed?
He agreed to have me under his roof?
Alone?
My fingers dug into my lap as my mind spun with the possibilities.
This was it.
This was my chance.
I forced a small, grateful smile. “I won’t let you down, Dad.”
But deep inside, I knew the truth.
I wasn’t taking this job for my father.
I was taking it for me.
For Liam.
For the obsession that had taken root in my soul.
And this time, he wouldn’t be able to run.
Not when I was the one closing the distance.
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Want me
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