Ava's POV
Liam surely didn’t know what he was agreeing to, because I planned to make his life as miserable as possible—well, not really hurt him, just make him suffer. That’s why I was currently in my room that same night, about to go to bed.
“Liam!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the house.
His feet pounded down the hallway, and he quickly appeared in the doorway. “Baby, yes, you called for me. What do you want?”
“Ahh, my back hurts. I can’t even walk. I need a massage.”
“Okay, okay, let me get a masseuse for you right away.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and I rolled my eyes. What was this i***t doing? It's 9 p.m.
“Liam, I don't want someone else. I want you to give me a massage. Come on. Hurry before our baby gets sad.”
He gulped, hesitating. “Are you sure? I don’t
