ALESSIA
I turned to face Liam. He slowly got out of bed, carefully adjusting the maids so they wouldn’t stumble, and they instinctively clung to each other. Watching him care for them made my chest tighten with envy.
I wished he could treat me with the same gentleness, like he used to back when our fathers were still alive.
He started walking towards me, his c**k juggling—Gosh, why on earth is he not putting on briefs? He's shameless! Of course, he is, because why would he feel comfortable living the kind of life he's living?
He stopped beside me. The smell coming from him almost made me puke—a mix of s*x and sweat and some strange fragrance.
"Where the hell are you coming from?" he snapped.
I swallowed hard, steadying my voice. "Hospital."
He chuckled. “You’re lying, Alessia. Ev
