I SLAMMED THE door and jumped on my bed. My mother and I just had an argument. We were supposed to go at her husband's vacation house but as we just had an argument she took my little sister with her, well I should say she took her husband's daughter with her, and I will have to go with her husband now.
My mother, a middle aged woman, is married to multimillionaire, Marcus Ross, he's literally four years younger than my mother. Imagine being forty years old and having a thirty six year old for your husband? It's disgusting! Anyways, I used to babysit for him when I was sixteen and that's how they met and then, well, you could guess what happened.
After two years they are happily married. And I have to live with them. Anyways, I despise the man but I worked for him because his daughter, my sweet little angel, Mariska, won my heart over and she is so adorable it's hard to say no. He was looking for a babysitter and she refused all the women but when she bumped into me while in the park and we just clicked.
So two years later, I am her older sister and her father is my stepfather. I wished things could be the way the were before this man walked into our lives.
So as you can imagine, Liam Knight is your typical multimillionaire CEO. Ruthless, cold, crazy rich and fucking hot! Well to the women who find him attractive. You could imagine their disappointment when he chose to marry a woman four years older than him. A cougar they said.
My family and I were supposed to take a trip to Liam's vacation house in London. My mother just left so I have to wait until Marcus gets here to fly with him. As it's Christmas, California never snows and Mariska insisted that Christmas isn't the same without snow, so her father arranged a trip to London.
"Katherine!" a low husky voice called out. I felt goosebumps on my skin. Ah fuck, the devil's home. I sighed and went to open my door. And there he was. Dark hair, dark eyes, a low stubble on his face and a body that would make any woman want to jump his bones. He was formal with his hair combed back and his suit neat. You could see his muscles through the dress jacket.
"What do you want Liam?" I demanded. He looked me up and down and rolled his eyes. We never got along. Ever. Even when I used to babysit for him, we never got along. He was always arrogant and had this stupid smirk plastered on his lips whenever i was around. Not to mention I always had a sarcastic quip ready for him.
"Our flight leaves in the next two hours, I am here to pick you up. You should have left with your mother!"he growled. I rolled my eyes. He was unbearable at times. "Jeez daddy I'll leave with her next time," I sneered. He tightened his jaw and walked off muttering something I didn't understand.
I followed behind and hopped into the car as we left for the airport. My mother had already loaded my suitcases in her car so I had my night bag. I made myself comfortable knowing Liam only flies first class.
I settled into my seat and looked at Liam. He was doing work on his laptop as always. That was his habit and routine. He worked pretty much everywhere. I waved at an air hostess and ordered a drink.
I was about to sip the whiskey when it was suddenly snatched out of my hands. I glared at Liam. "Give it back you jerk," I hissed. He had that stupid smirk plastered on his lips. The really sexy- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?! Marcus isn't sexy to me right? Urgh!
"This is not fair! Give it back! You know in the Caribbean I can drink at the age of eighteen! I'm nineteen okay jagoff! I can drink! Give it back you fucking asshat!" I whisper yelled at him. He shot it in a second and then looked at me darkly. Fuck, that was sexy. WAIT NO!
"We are going to London Katherine. You are not legally allowed to drink and you will not drink in my presence,"he said coldly. This motherfucker. Why did he have to be a pain in the ass?!
"And the next time you call me any sort of name I will make you regret it," he said darkly.
This was going to be one hell of a flight...