Patricia's POV
Liam looked distressed and I didn't expect the way he aggressively but carefully sent away the man that was talking to me.
After sending him away, he grabbed my wrist and I had to sprint after him as we walked to a table then sat beside me and kept my hand enveloped in his.
I couldn't even argue and to be honest, I felt like I had done something wrong.
"What's wrong?" I whispered carefully, wary of where we were.
"It's nothing, Patricia. Let's just enjoy the event." He said with practiced anger, His jaw ticked and his brows furrowed. He was incredibly pissed.
I just couldn't understand it.
"How will I enjoy it if you're acting like a douchebag? At least let go of my hand." I spat angrily and the second he let it go, I folded my arms and looked away.
"I didn't realize I was still holding it. I'm sorry." He absolutely didn't sound sorry. If anything, he was just humoring me and it was the greatest disrespect ever.
"If you're sorry, you'll tell me why the hell you're mad at me. What did I even do?"
Hurt was laced in my tone.
"I said nothing, Patricia." He said simply, like I couldn't protest.
I scoffed. There was just no way this was happening. I sat here, looking so pretty for him. I felt so stupid and annoyed because he was barely looking at me. I didn't even do anything today. My nose flared and I felt steam slip out of each pore in my skin as I snapped.
"You didn't even compliment my dress! You know what? I'm leaving!"
I stood up to leave, expecting him to at least run after me, but he didn't and that broke my heart even more.
I left through the front door and ran all the way to the back of the building. I couldn't leave. I just couldn't bring myself to.
At least people weren't there, so I spread my dress and sat down on the long fabric. Liam knew what I had gone through, he knew everything, so why, just why…
I felt something wet roll down my cheeks and when I reached out to check, it turned out to be tears. Then I realized that I had been sobbing the whole time. I hated when I was like this, I was ruining my makeup and all I wanted to do was just cry and maybe cry some more.
After sobbing and crying my eyes out, I stopped and made peace with the pebbles on the floor, smiling at them like a little girl. It reminded me of my childhood, a time before my sister's death, before the rift between me and my parents.
Life was good, until it wasn't. While still lost in thought, drops of what I had no idea about kept kissing my skin, and before I knew what was happening, someone picked me up from the ground and I felt weightless as I was effortlessly carried all the way to a nearby gazebo.
When I was put down, it then dawned on me that it was raining, and I was about to get soaked and I didn't even realize. What was I thinking?
Then I stiffened, unsure if it was the cold or the figure behind me in the dark. But I knew that figure, I smelled his intoxicating scent before I even saw him. I knew exactly who the fuck he was, and my anger returned.
Eyes full of rage, I turned to yell but instead, he crashed his lips on mine. He pulled me to him and placed his free hand on my ass.
The kiss was hurried like he would fly away soon, desperate like he needed me to breathe, hot like everywhere else was cold, domineering like he was dying to fuck me.
I couldn't get a break, I didn't want one. I forgot I was angry and kissed him back, snaking my tongue into his mouth and letting him noisily suck it.
Fuck, it was so erotic, I felt myself melt under his touch. His hands lifted my gown up and ran over the fabric of my panties, just next to my pussy.
I whimpered and felt his teeth sink into my lower lip. I bit him back in anger, then fucking came back to my senses.
I pushed him away like he was a plague and for the first couple of seconds, I saw pure lust, his eyes now so dark, competing with literal darkness on which was the darker one. If I wasn't so mad, I would've been tempted to place my lips back on those hot lips.
"What are you doing!" I cried out, my heart hammering in my chest.
Hey ran his hands through his hair frustratedly.
"What?" He looked so distant and confused, but my rage clothed me.
"Who asked you to get me out of the rain?" I started barking.
"What if I wanted to stay there? What makes you even think you can touch me or kiss me like that? You had no right! All night you've been acting weird and I've been asking you to tell me what the problem is but you've refused, and now you want to be a knight in shining armor, no thank you! You think doing this will make me feel better? Then you're awfully mistaken–"
"Fuck, just don't reply to his messages, please. Don't talk to him, in fact block him everywhere."
I blinked, my eyes slightly opened up. Was he drunk?
"What? Who are you talking about? Are you drunk? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, I don't know. I guess I just got a bit jealous. You shouldn't be talking to that guy. The one I saw you with."
My head was so messed up so I struggled for a second to figure out what he was talking about but soon, recognition set in. He was jealous?
"Why? Is he a business rival?" I asked.
"He is now. He called you crazy and asked me to link you guys up. He wanted sex, with you." He stared at me hopelessly, his eyes giving away how much he didn't want that to happen.
"Oh." I was speechless.
"Yeah. I still don't know what it is but I just can't stand you with someone else. I just want to protect you, help you, and fight for you. I can't let another man do that."
I blinked, my voice strained as fresh tears threatened to fall. I felt numb and my heart did that thing where it leapt for joy.
"That's the most heartfelt thing I've ever heard. I didn't know. Maybe you should've communicated better." I said truthfully, my voice softening as well.
"I'm an asshole." He stated, his eyes on me, finally glistening with a different light and it definitely wasn't anything less than the truth.
"That you are." I responded snarkily.
We laughed it off, then looked out at the pouring rain. It clearly had no plans to stop anytime soon. I guess we were stuck here.
"Maybe we could kiss until the rain stops?"
His voice cut into the silence again and I grinned. Liam is fucking crazy.
"You've become so bold with your ridiculous requests. We are business partners. Business and pleasure do not mix."
"You weren't saying that when you gave me your tongue to suck minutes ago."
He said slyly, like he wanted to taunt me.
"Ugh, you're disgusting." I rolled my eyes, slightly embarrassed.
"You're sexy. I absolutely adore your dress, tigress." He gleamed as he took me in from head to toe finally.
"You noticed. Thanks." Everything was okay.