Liam's POV

I tossed my phone into my pocket and Stacy came back to the living room in a yellow dress. She looked fresh and smelt clean. I smirked. I could say she had moments where she cleaned up pretty nice. I knew I didn't make a wrong assumption when I told her to be my darling.

"Stacy, darling, would you be so kind to get me something to drink?"

"No. You're not welcome here." Stacy stormed past me and all of a sudden, her actions were no longer disgusting but endearing.

I smiled and went to the kitchen and grabbed an expensive wine off the hidden wine cabinets. Lucky...