Under His Roof
513 Words
Chapter 7.
The moment my father’s words settled in the air, my mind whirled with anticipation.
Liam had agreed.
To have me close. To let me into his space. To give me access to a part of his life no one else had.
He had no idea what he had just invited in.
I swallowed back the giddy excitement threatening to show on my face. Instead, I played it cool, offering my father a polite nod as if the prospect of working with Liam Sinclair didn’t send a rush of heat down my spine.
"Thank you for trusting me with this, Dad," I said smoothly, ignoring the way my heart pounded against my ribs.
He studied me for a moment, searching for something, before finally giving a satisfied nod. "Make sure you learn from him. Liam is a brilliant businessman, but he’s also ruthless. If you pay attention, you’ll see why he’s at the top."
Oh, I’d be paying attention. Just not to his business tactics.
I forced another grateful smile before excusing myself. I needed air. I needed time to process.
Because this was it.
The moment I had been waiting for.
Liam Sinclair was no longer an untouchable figure lingering in the shadows of my desires.
I was about to step into his world.
And I had no intention of staying in the background.
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The next morning, I packed my essentials, making sure to choose outfits that struck the perfect balance between professional and tempting. Just enough to make him look twice. To remind him that I wasn’t just some little girl playing in a world too big for her.
By the time I arrived at Liam’s penthouse, my pulse was a steady drum of anticipation.
The building itself was a testament to his success—modern, sleek, and as intimidating as the man who owned it.
I stepped into the lobby, where a receptionist greeted me with a polite smile. "Miss Sinclair, Mr. Liam has been expecting you. The elevator is programmed to take you directly to his floor."
Expecting me.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
As the elevator doors closed, sealing me in, I took a steadying breath.
This wasn’t just about my long-standing obsession. This was about control. Power.
For years, Liam had been the one dictating the distance between us.
But now?
Now, I was stepping into his domain.
And I wasn’t leaving until he saw me the way I had always seen him.
The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open.
I stepped out into the vast penthouse, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, casting a golden hue across the space. The air smelled of something sharp and clean—like Liam himself.
Then, I saw him.
Standing by the bar, a glass in his hand, his gaze already locked onto mine.
Liam Sinclair.
My father’s best friend.
The man I had wanted for as long as I could remember.
And for the first time ever, there was no escaping me.
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