Liam’s POV
My heart raced as I leaned against the car seat of the taxi. Sweat dripped down my face, and my mind ran wild as to what must have happened.
I was at a meeting with Posh, Brooke, and some of our investors when a call came through from Aliya. She had yelled faintly for me to come home, saying she wasn’t feeling too good, but I barely heard her.
I immediately rushed out of that meeting without a second thought. Of course, it earned me some harsh glances from Brooke, but at that moment, nothing or nobody mattered apart from Aliya.
At this point, I knew I shouldn’t have gone with her “Fling plan” 3 months ago, but I did, and now—well, now I’m addicted to her like a drug.
“We’re here, sir,” the taxi driver announced, pulling me out of my reverie.
You would think by now I shoul
