My Billionaire Ex-Lover

Broken Promises

I stared through the peephole, frozen.

Liam Sinclair. At my door. Past midnight. What did he want?

He didn’t ring the doorbell again. He just stood there, hands in the pockets of his tailored coat, eyes fixed on the door like he could see me through it. Even at 3am in the morning, he looked so handsome and elegant.

I should have ignored him. I should’ve turned around and walked away. Common sense told me not to open the door or let him in, but I didn't listen to common sense. I checked my breath to make sure I didn’t have morning breath and then cleaned my teeth with the edge of my robe. I shook my head at the fact that I was still trying to look good for him.

Slowly, with trembling hands, I unlocked the door and opened it a crack, the chain still on.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered.

“We need to talk,” he said calmly. “Please.”

“At midnight? How did you know where I live??” I asked, even though I knew I didn’t really want the answer to the last question. Whatever answer he gave was only going to make me angrier than I already was.

“I didn’t come to fight, Isabel. I just want to talk. I figured you’d be out of the house by daybreak, and so decided to drop in now.”

I hesitated. Every instinct screamed at me to slam the door in his face. But curiosity... curiosity got the better of me.

I closed the door, unhooked the chain, then opened it again, fully this time.

He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. I locked the door behind him and crossed my arms tightly, keeping distance between us.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but if this is about taking Ethan—”

“It’s not.” His voice was soft, steady. “I swear it’s not.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Then what do you want?”

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to find the right words. “I never meant for things to happen like this. I never planned to hurt you. I was angry, confused. You walked away with my son without telling me.”

“You abandoned me and got engaged to someone else. Too bad that didn’t work out for you,” I snapped.

I saw the surprise on his face. He had no idea I knew about that.

“I didn’t even know he existed, Isabel!”

I flinched, and he paused, lowering his voice again.

“I just want to be part of his life. And a part of yours… if you’ll let me.”

I barked a bitter laugh. “Let you? After you joined forces with Victoria and threatened to take Ethan from me behind my back? After you and Victoria drafted a custody agreement without even talking to me?”

He looked genuinely pained. “That was Victoria’s idea. I didn’t agree with it. She was pressuring me to take action, but I never planned to. As much as I want to be in my son’s life, I also know that he needs his mother.”

I stared at him, unsure whether to believe him.

“You expect me to trust you now?” I asked, my voice low and trembling. “To believe this isn’t just another Sinclair power play?”

“No. I don’t expect you to trust me,” he said. “I’m asking you to let me earn it.”

There was a long silence between us. Liam had on black pants and white sleeves that made his blue eyes pop. His sleeves were rolled up neatly and tight around the biceps and the top button of his shirt was open as usual. I felt like running my hand through his chest and feeling those annoying biceps. No one deserved to look this good.

Liam stepped closer. “You can decide how involved you want me to be. I’m not here to take Ethan from you. I just… I want to be there for him. For you, too.”

I shook my head, heart racing. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you care.”

“I do care.”

“Then why did you leave me?” I whispered. “Why didn’t you fight for us back then?”

Liam’s eyes searched mine. “Because I was a coward. Because I thought moving on with someone else would make the pain go away. But it didn’t. And now I see what I lost.”

His words hit something in me and I could feel my resistance begin to fall apart.

I stepped back, trying to put space between us. But the apartment was too small. And he was too close. He moved closer.

“Don’t do this, Liam,” I warned.

He didn’t listen. He took another step.

“I still think about you. Every damn day,” he said. “The way you used to look at me… the way we fit together… I miss that.”

I clenched my jaw. “You’re manipulating me.”

“Am I?”

His voice dropped as he stepped even closer. “Tell me you haven’t thought about me, Isabel. Tell me you still don't feel it.”

I hated how close he was. I hated how his scent pulled at my memory, earthy, expensive cologne and something purely him.

“Stop,” I whispered, but it came out too soft.

He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My breath hitched and I felt weak all of a sudden. My chest rose and fell too fast.

“You hate me right now,” he said, voice low. “But you still want me.”

“I don’t.”

“Liar.” he said, his breath warm against my face.

And then he kissed me.

I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve screamed for him to leave..

But I kissed him back.

It started rough, angry and breathless. All that rage and betrayal burning inside me. My hands were soon in his hair, pulling. He groaned and placed his hands on my waist, and before I knew what was happening, he was lifting me, carrying me toward the couch like he has been here before.

Our clothes came off in a blur. I was faintly aware of my son sleeping just in the room across but I wasn’t thinking anymore. He kissed every inch of my body, and I turned and twisted in pleasure as his wet, soft lips moved from my neck to my n*****s, and then he lifted my legs up and spread them apart. I felt a heat of pleasure spreading through me as his wet lips made contact with my c**t. He moved his tongue expertly, as my p***y dripped in readiness for him.

I gasped when his hard c**k finally slid into me and filled me up, stretching the walls of my p***y. He started slowly, with slow measured thrusts and then he increased his speed until I got to a crescendo and came with shattering pleasure.

When it was over, we lay tangled on the couch, catching our breath in silence.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was our breathing.

Then regret hit me like a wave. Didn’t I promise Cathy I wasn’t going to let this happen again? What was wrong with me?

I sat up, pulling the blanket over myself. I looked over at him.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I said quickly.

“I didn’t say it did,” he replied, but his voice was tight.

I stood up and grabbed my shirt. “You should go.”

Liam sat up slowly, watching me with unreadable eyes. “Isabel—”

“No.” I shook my head. “I can’t do this. I can’t keep letting you in just to have you leave again.”

He hesitated, then nodded. “I understand.”

I didn’t look at him as he got dressed. I couldn’t.

“Where is Ethan?” he asked, can i at least see him before I leave

“No, please leave. Now” I said, surprised that he had the audacity to want to see my son after showing up at my apartment at midnight. But I was also mad at myself. I had let him in. I had given him access to my son and to my life. It was obvious I couldn’t trust myself about Liam.

When he left, I locked the door and leaned against it, eyes shut, trying to calm the storm raging inside me.

I wrapped myself in the blanket and moved to pick up my bra from behind the couch, when something caught my eye.

A tiny, black object lodged between the cushions.

I frowned and picked it up.

It was a recording device. Tiny, with a blinking red light.

My stomach twisted violently.

What the hell?

I stared at it, my mind racing. How long had it been there? Had it been recording all this time?

Has someone been listening this whole time?

Did Liam just play me again and plant a recording device in my home?

I didn’t even have time to react before I heard the soft sound of footsteps behind me.

I turned quickly.

Ethan stood at the hallway entrance, rubbing his eyes.

“Mommy?” he said in a sleepy voice. “Who was that man?”