3. Liam
Chapter 3
Liam
I ’ve scoured every fucking crevice of Greece for her.
Yes, I’ve made it abundantly clear that I didn’t want anything to do with Margo Hamilton but even God himself would fall into his knees with one glance at the angel.
I’m irritated that even with paying millions of euros to securities and guards they didn’t know a fucking thing. I might as well have sent out a bounty hunter to find her for me.
Not that she was for me, but I wanted to see her, talk to her, fuck it, she is for me. The stares she gave were practically for me to only see.
I didn’t care if I was delusional, I couldn’t help it.
Ultimately, with no fucking clue where she was. The large ocean surrounded me while I practically trip over my own feet, vodka in my hand and a banging headache was at bay.
I yawned and thought about how Margo was probably on her way back home to Hawthorne’s elite.
I most definitely was ready to give up, since if we were back home there would be no possible way for me and her to ever be in each other’s vicinity. Her and Adrianna are basically joined by the hip. The same way that Grayson and I are, but in a cool way.
I took a breath of the sunlight that loomed over the ocean.
Until my eyes caught a scenic blonde body sitting by the shore only a couple feet away, her knees tucked in, long golden hair draped behind her, blown away from her face as her hands played with the sand.
I was drawn, my legs fucking moving before even thinking about it. Then I was next to her, I could smell the ocean breeze, her long dress pooling around her all wet.
I press my lips together, my hand scratching the nape of my neck, not really know what to say.
Hi, I’m Liam.
I’m an idiot, she knows who I am.
Hey, I see you’re sitting by yourself .
Of course, she’s sitting by herself, she’s not stupid.
“Are you going to just stand there and stare at me or are you going to say something to me, Mr. Brookshire.” She turned around with an innocent smile laying on her lips.
I coughed out the lump in my throat before I try to open my dry mouth, her eyes crinkled as she looked at me. I could tell there was nothing but pure question in her eyes.
I could still comprehend her diamond blue eyes even as the sun was setting, before noticing the tears that streamed down her face. She continued to glare up at me with teary eyes.
My eyes softened, “Why are you crying, Raine?”
She fidgeted, whilst her eyes widened, “Raine?”
I laughed, I invited myself to take a seat next to her, her eyes narrowed at my bottle of vodka, so as a gentleman I offered her the bottle.
She took a heavy swing, as I shook my head, “Kindergarten, remember I stole your fraction worksheet and that was when you still wrote your name as Margo Raine.”
She pulled the bottle down, staring into my eyes, “How could you possibly still remember that.”
I looked away, hoped that maybe she wouldn’t think too deep about it, I mean how could I not remember that she had the prettiest fucking handwriting ever.
“Just came to me I guess.” I sent her a smirk that only the bravest women could survive.
Margo looked at me, her head tilting to the right as my eyebrows wrinkle at the mere idea that she didn’t even flinch, instead she looked like she wanted to challenge me.
“Stop smiling at me like that, Charming, it will never work.” She made note as I turned over to her.
“Charming?” I mocked as she only let her smile widen even more, like she was proud of herself.
“You don’t like that nickname?” She teased as I rolled my eyes, “Raine, I like everything that comes out of your mouth, especially if it has anything to do with me.”
Then right there, her walls cracked, one tiny sliver of a crack had just broke, as her eyes sparkled, a bit hesitant to what she wanted to say to me.
“Have you said that to every girl you’ve hooked up with?” She snapped back as I shook my head, “Brave of you to assume that I’m even remotely thinking of hooking up with you.”
Again, she surprised me. Margo moved closer, I could smell her sweet perfume, “Don’t you?”
My mouth quivered as her eyes made their way down to my parted lips, dying to move an inch closer. I would’ve been where paradise was.
But Margo grinned instead, “What are you doing walking down the beach by yourself anyways? As much as I would love it if you had gotten kidnapped and taken away for good, I’m curious.”
I’ve been looking for you.
I wanted to say, but there was no way in hell I would’ve slightly considered that option. “Partied too hard I guess, I just wanted fresh air.”
Margo didn’t say anything, only took another drink of the Vodka I had provided. “What about you Raine?” I let my mouth widen.
“What has the infamous Margo Raine Hamilton done to be in her own little world… away from the party that you were singing at.” I asked as she turns her head to lock eyes with me.
“There is no my world, this isn’t like Gatsby. It’s a shithole of a life.” She said plainly.
I let my eyes show my emotion as she hits me, “What is it? You think I’m overreacting, don’t you?”
“A bit, I mean this life is like Gatsby. You have the glamour, the looks, the fucking power. Margo you could be crying at the streets of Brooklyn, which a lot of people do by the way, because they are homeless.” I made a point as she shook her head.
“But you aren’t. You are in Greece, crying at the private beach that your family has rented, at a villa that your family has owned. You are ruining a dress that could probably feed the entirety of Africa’s hungry population.” I laughed as she bit her bottom lips.
“You are drinking your problems away with Vodka that could pay off people’s mortgages. So, I’m sorry if I might think you are overreacting.” I reasoned as she scooted away from me.
“Just because I’m living a better life than most people doesn’t mean my problems should just be dismissed.” She handed me a longed gaze that ripped my chest apart.
“I’m not saying that––”
Margo gave a harsh scoff, “You have no idea how much I’ve been dealing with this past summer. How much I am about to give up.”
“I might not know, and it’s none of my business of course. But Margo, you have the world at the palm of your hand. You are more powerful than you realize, make something of it.” I shrugged as she sent me a questionable look.
Mostly searching where I had gotten all my wisdom all of a sudden. I certainly wouldn’t know either.
“You know, you’re pretty hot when you don’t act like such a major dickhead to anything that breathes.” Margo snarled as I shook my head.
“Trust me Raine, I’m hot all the time, you are just way too stubborn to let your heart pick what you really want.” I sent her a scorned expression as she licked her lips.
“And what do you think I want, Charming?” Her eyes narrowed down on me as her hand landed on my soaked chest from when the water had grazed my body.
“I think you want to kiss me, Raine.” I leaned closer as she shook in my hold. Her hand practically searching for something to grab.
I held her up, closer to me than I had ever imagined. “Thanks for being a fan.” She laughed softly as I shook my head, my nose had grazed hers.
She had extremely soft skin, porcelain glass. Margo’s thumb began to stroke my jawline, I wasn’t sure whether she felt my pulse raging.
This girl has completely shook my world in under twenty minutes, she pulled away, I was saddened by the brief moment of her warmth leaving my presence. Margo let her eyes find mine; she studied my face.
She had never been this close to my face and not been sidetracked by something I had said to her to irritate her, she could continue to gawk all she wanted but nothing would ever change my opinion on Margo.
She had been the most stunning looking woman I had ever met in my life. Her ocean blue eyes would signify this moment for ever in my eyes.
I wasn’t making fun of her, which I had come to a conclusion was extremely weird, her warm eyes slithered down, looking back at my lips.
I wondered if she was ready to call my bluff.
She wants me. I fucking know it.
She swallowed for a brief moment before wetting her lips, the moonlight now casting a light on her diamond like features.
She was so close, close enough that my breath was warm against her wet lips, and the sensation of it did something giddy to my stomach.
I wanted to close the gap between us with a searing kiss, but it wasn’t up to me, it was up to her.
I wanted her to want me.
But she was hesitant, I pulled away, “Hey…” I murmured suddenly, “If you don’t want to do it then that’s fine, we can stop all you have to say––”
Margo closed the gap between us, and something in me awakened that I didn’t even know lived inside me. I lifted my hand to rest on her bare back, which made her startle, her lips stuttered softly against mine.
This had been the perfect formula; she caught up to whatever I had done. She tried to memorize us, our rhythm and motions, keeping up with my tempo, whether I had gone slow or fast she knew.
She pulled me in, by my collar as I laid her on the sand, my kisses had her enthralled and absorbed.
The sun had completely gone away as the moon was the only source of light left… or so I thought.
A large crack of the sky lit up, lightning and thunder had struck almost near us, I pulled away from her as she held on to me, “Pretty electrifying kiss.” She joked as I hurried off away from the shore.
“Or you didn’t enjoy it?” She looked concerned as I smiled thinly, “No, I enjoyed the kiss quite well. And would love to continue but away from the premises of lightning and thunder.” I quickly muttered as she turned around to look at the lightning.
I jolt as another hit, Margo turned her head back to look at me, not hiding the phobia I had. She only walked closer to me, her hands landing on my chest once more.
She plants a small kiss on my lips, “Then where have you been staying?”