Liam’s POV

I couldn’t understand what was happening to me anymore. One minute, I was enjoying a good time with Aliya, and the next… the next was history, I guess, because she hated my guts.

Maybe it was for the best. I had lost focus on why I was with her in the first place, and—

“Liam De Luca, son of Martin De Luca, can you fucking keep your head in the meeting?” Brooke’s sharp voice shook me out of my thoughts.

“Sure, I’m here.” I turned to her with a smile and took a sip from my glass.

“No, you’re not. If you were, then you’d have reacted when...