Chapter 8 The Live-in Husband Rise to fame

Haven(pov)

After James had placed our orders, he turned to me, his eyes full of concern. "Haven, are you okay?"

My heart was aflutter as I caught sight of Liam, and I quickly muttered an excuse. "James, I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

I hurried away from the table, unsure of what to do next. My emotions were swirling in a tempestuous storm, and I needed a moment to gather myself before returning to face James.

I retreated into the solace of the restroom, drawing slow breaths to steady my nerves, when the door flung open and, to my surprise, revealed the familiar face of Liam.

My heart thundered, racing in my chest as he stepped into the space, his fragrance wafting in his wake.

Closer, he came closer still, and I was entranced, intoxicated by the memory of us.

The echo of his footsteps, the ghost of his smile, they were all there, alive in the air.

A whisper of a touch, a glimpse of his

The gravity of his presence, the weight of his gaze, they pulled me into his orbit. His hands were warm as he reached for mine, intertwining our fingers in a dance we both knew well.

In the stillness of that moment, with his eyes holding mine, time seemed to bend and shape itself around us, warping the world beyond the four walls of our intimate sanctuary.

The past and present collided, the future uncertain, but in that moment, it didn't matter. We were here, together, a fleeting but tangible solace amidst the chaos of it all.

"Liam, what are you doing here?" I managed to speak, my voice hushed and uncertain.

He leaned in, his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered into my ear, "You're the one in the men's bathroom, Haven."

I jolted upright, realizing my error. "Oh my goodness! I've gone into the wrong restroom," I exclaimed, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

I wanted to escape the awkwardness of the moment, but Liam pulled me close, his lips pressing against mine. I was lost in the sensation of his kiss, savouring every second as his hands roamed over my body.

He cupped my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and then slowly inched his hands under my clothing. I gasped as he found my breasts, gently massaging them before moving his hand down to my panties.

I arched my back in response, a soft moan escaping my lips as he stroked me with his fingers. He slid them inside me, and i leaned into him, my body aflame with desire. His fingers worked their magic, driving me to the brink of ecstasy, when suddenly I felt him pull away.

He gazed at me, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and love, and whispered, "Haven, we can't. Not here."

I ached for him, my heart yearning for his touch, but I knew he was right. Our love was meant to be more than this, more than a stolen moment in a restroom. We deserved better.

Liam's words were like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had lingered since our separation.

"I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice full of longing. "I don't want a divorce, Haven. Tell me it isn't true that you aren't going to marry James."

My heart hammered in my chest as I fought back tears. "Liam, I don't want to marry him. I want you," I whispered, finally voicing the truth I had kept buried deep within.

Liam brushed my cheek, his touch gentle yet assured."Haven, I want you all to myself," he declared, his gaze fierce and unwavering. "Don't marry him. I'll find a way. We'll figure this out, I promise."

Hope fluttered in my chest like a trapped butterfly, desperate to be free. "But my mother..." I began, my voice trailing off as doubt crept back in."Don't worry, I'll handle everything," Liam reassured me. A smile danced across my lips as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. I nodded, overcome with emotion, before slipping out of the restroom and back to where James waited.

"Are you okay?" James asked, but his words seemed to fade into the background as my thoughts remained locked on Liam.

I managed a nod, but my silence must have been obvious as he called out my name again, "Haven?"

Finally, I tore my gaze away from my thoughts and glanced at him."We should probably go," I said, attempting to redirect the conversation away from my distraction.

James nodded in agreement, standing up to leave. As we walked out of the restaurant, his hand brushed against mine, but I didn't feel the same spark of excitement I had felt with Liam.

I found myself stealing glances over my shoulder, half-expecting Liam to be there, watching me, waiting. But the night air was silent and cold, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement, and Liam was nowhere to be seen.

I felt adrift once more, lost in a sea of uncertainty.