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Chasing the Moon, Chapter Two: Finding Her Place

Book: The Royal Romance

Words: 2,550

Rating: Chapter PG-13, Series is Mature

Summary: AU to The Royal Romance where Olivia and Drake were involved before the social season. What would happen when the newcomer from New York arrives in Cordonia and upsets the balance of old friendships and old love?

Olivia was disappointed Drake had not found his way to her room last night. But it was the social season now, and reluctant as she was to admit it, she did need to act like she wanted it.

Olivia thought back to the bonfire a few weeks ago. She sat beside Drake, his arm wrapped around her holding her close. Liam sat with his legs outstretched, silently sipping on scotch. Even Maxwell was quietly sitting cross-legged on the ground. This was the beginning of the end for their group. Liam would become king and was about to choose his future wife. But it wasn't just that. They were all changing.

Maxwell was struggling to maintain his fun-loving mask, and the group was becoming aware that something more was going on with him. Drake was still grieving the loss of his sister. In addition, the strain of their difference in position was becoming more significant as the years passed, creating an invisible divide between the friends. They sat, silently supporting one another knowing that things were soon coming to an end. They could no longer be the 'palace brats' the nickname given to their group by others at court. They needed to grow up and none of them were ready.

"So how are you holding up Li?" Drake asked.

Liam took a long swig of scotch straight from the bottle.

"I've been better," he answered, trying to hide the burn of the liquor.

"This really sucks, Liam," Maxwell comforted.

Liam stood up pacing as he continued to drink his scotch.

"I just wasn't prepared for this. Not now. I knew that I would eventually marry but I thought I would have time." He sat back down taking another draw of scotch. "Maybe I was naive, but I thought I would get the chance to fall in love."

He looked down saddened and threw the remnants of the bottle into the fire, the alcohol causing a burst of flame. They all stood and moved over to Liam. Olivia sat next to him softly rubbing his back.

Drake offered decisively, "I think we should talk about the social season. Li, you're going to be the king."

"Is it that obvious Drake?"

"Li, there are some fucked up bitches at court," Drake offered.

Olivia agreed. "We have all met Cuntess Madeline!"

Drake continued. "If you don't find a suitor, I mean someone you truly like, someone that you think can handle the crown and make you happy… then I think you should choose Liv."

All three of them snapped their heads to Drake.

"Drake," Olivia started to protest but Drake stopped her.

"Listen Liv, this is forever for Liam. And it's not just finding a wife but running the country with him."

Olivia stared at Drake, mouth agape.

"He has a point, Liv.” Liam interjected, “But, only if you're willing." She turned to Liam with tears in her eyes. "You would be an amazing queen, and we would all still be together. You and Drake could still be together, I mean." He shrugged sheepishly.

Maxwell agreed, "It might not be what you want right now Livvy, but Liam needs you....if he can't find someone better."

Olivia chuckled, swiping at the unshed tears.

"Gee thanks, Max."

"Come on, that's not what I meant, Livvy," Maxwell reassured her.

Liam reached out taking one hand and Drake took the other.

"I know it's a lot to ask but I can't do this alone, Liv. I can't spend my life with someone I despise just because it looks good to the court. I hope maybe there will be someone that I develop feelings for and that can rule with me, but if not...." he looked up, his eyes meeting Olivia's as Drake rubbed soft circles on her hand.

Olivia turned to Drake.

"You would want this?"

Drake shrugged, "You guys are nobles. It's your duty to put the crown first, I get that. I'm not bound by that same obligation. You two may not find the kind of love you were hoping for but you could still have love in your marriage. That's a hell of a lot better than most nobles I know.”

Oliva looked down thinking. The problem for Olivia is that she had already found that sort of love and she was not sure she was willing to give it up. But they had a point. She couldn't leave Liam to the vultures at court. She looked back up meeting Liam's eyes.

"Okay."

He smiled, "Really?"

She nodded "Yes. But for the record, I hope you can find someone you really love to rule beside you."

"I can't tell you how much this means to me, Liv, " he leaned over, placing a kiss on her cheek then pulling her in, hugging her tightly. He also pulled Drake into the hug and Maxwell joined too.

"Well, House Beaumont still does not have a suitor, so who knows, maybe we'll find the love of your life at the last minute and sponsor her in the social season."

They all laughed while opening a new bottle and sharing a drink.

Olivia pulled herself out of the memory and back to the present. It was derby day and Olivia always loved going to the derby. She loved the fashion and prestige of it all while Drake loved the horses and the racing. It brought something raw and even more manly out of him and she felt her body tingling thinking about what it brought out in the bedroom the last time they went.

Typically their foursome occupied the royal tent, Olivia and Liam sipping on champagne and Drake and Max enjoying a cold beer. Olivia realized she would likely need to stay with the other suitors this time but she hoped to sneak a little alone time with Drake tonight.

Olivia went down to the boutique to choose her outfit for the derby. As far as Olivia was concerned a derby hat was a must. She chose a large floppy black hat and a white dress with sheer sleeves and white polka dots. It was derby perfection. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she caught a glimpse of Samantha behind her. She smirked, turning to her.

"I'm surprised to see you're still here."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere, no matter how bitchy you are to me, Duchess." She gave her an exaggerated bow as she turned to look over the dresses.

Huh, Olivia considered. She's got spunk even if she does lack class.

"Look, I know you've probably never been to one of these before but you really must dress the part. Hats are a must." She winked at her as she confidently strode out.

Upon arrival at the derby Olivia was guided through the throng of press answering questions eloquently, as always. She was the Duchess of Lythikos and the press and people had fallen in love with her over the years. She joined the suitors’ tent mingling with the other ladies but had not seen Drake or Liam since her arrival, assuming they were having a private party in Liam's tent.

Olivia excused herself to use the restroom and caught sight of Drake leading Lady Samantha over to Liam's tent. Her arm was wrapped through his and they were talking and laughing together. Olivia felt her smile drop as she watched them. They seemed to have an easy comfort despite only recently meeting.

Drake turned as he opened the tent for Samantha and caught sight of Olivia. He offered a quick wink as he entered the tent. Olivia turned on her heel heading for the restroom. She rested her hands on the counter leaning forward attempting to catch her breath. She hated admitting it to herself but she was jealous seeing them together. They even looked good together. It was almost like they fit, both casual and athletic.

Olivia took a deep breath composing herself and exited the restroom. She started walking briskly back to the suitors' tent when she almost bumped directly into Drake holding three beers in his hands.

She looked down taking in the beer then looked away continuing her walk.

"Liv." She heard Drake call after, catching up to her a moment later. "What, you can't even say hello?"

She stopped turning to meet his eyes, blinking back the moisture.

"You look busy entertaining other suitors."

Drake cocked his head. "Liv, she's in there for Liam. Don't be like that."

"Still, you two look pretty comfortable together."

Drake smirked. "Are you jealous Duchess?" Olivia rolled her eyes at him. He leaned in toward her. "Liv don't be like this. I'm trying to help out Liam. He asked me to watch out for her. The ladies of court have not exactly been welcoming," he raised his eyebrow knowingly.

"Whatever. Go deliver your beers. I'll see you later."

"That you can count on," he winked at her as she made her way back to the tent for the race.

Olivia kept busy watching the race and socializing with the other suitors. Several started asking questions about where Lady Samantha was, but Olivia brushed it off, even providing excuses for her absence. ‘Bertrand is probably busy lecturing her about the picnic.”

After the race, she watched as Drake escorted Samantha back over to the suitors' tent. They were both smiling and laughing and she was casually resting her hand on his arm.

Olivia could not help but feel the green-eyed monster stir within her, especially as she watched Drake turn back for a second look as she walked away. His smile instantly fell as he met Olivia's eyes and offered her an uncomfortable wave.

Her heart thumping, Olivia turned and walked swiftly to her Rolls Royce to carry her to the picnic. Once in the privacy of her car, she allowed her feelings to surface.

How could things have changed so drastically in just a few days? Or maybe it had never been to Drake what it was to her. She wiped the moisture from her eyes and pulled out her makeup bag to quickly freshen up. She finished just as the car halted at the picnic. Olivia's driver opened the door for her as she gracefully exited, joining the procession of suitors waiting to greet Queen Regina. Olivia watched as Hana and Samantha joined the end of the line next to her. The two appeared to become fast friends. The Herald sounded and Queen Regina appeared accompanied by Madeline.

Olivia heard Hana and Samantha whispering about who the blonde was.

Olivia scoffed, "That's Cuntess Madeline. She was engaged to the former Crown Prince Leo but he dropped her as fast as he could once he abdicated. I suspect she's not done in her quest for the crown."

"What do you mean?" Hana asked naively.

"Just wait and see."

"Queen Regina" Olivia curtsied, "Maddie" she scoffed taking in the Countess.

"Why Duchess Olivia. Always a pleasure to see you,” the Queen greeted and then lowered her voice to a whisper. "You keep these ladies in line.”

Olivia grinned. "It's what I do best."

She continued down the line greeting Lady Hana and Samantha taking extra time grilling Samantha. It was already clear she was the favorite. The procession then moved over to the croquet field for the ceremonial game. Regina chose the Countess for her partner, officially announcing her as a contender and Liam chose Samantha.

Olivia couldn't help but notice how Liam's face lit up when he spoke to her. It was disgustingly adorable, she had to admit. Olivia made her way over to the refreshments tent when she felt his presence behind her and his breath on her ear.

"Meet me behind the tent?"

She nodded, immediately missing the heat from his body. She sipped her lemonade and then slipped around the tent to find Drake waiting for her. He grabbed her arm pulling her flush against his body. He smirked looking down at her brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face.

"Liv," he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss but then pulled away. Drake exhaled frustrated. "What is it Liv?"

She shrugged, "I'm not sure. Things are changing. It doesn't feel good."

Drake nodded. "We knew things would have to change with the social season, Liv."

"I know. It's just not in the way I expected. Not with you."

"What do you mean?" He moved over to her, lifting her chin to look into her eyes. He saw the moisture there.

"Liv…"

She pulled away.

"It's fine. I just...it's nothing." Olivia felt like a jealous schoolgirl. She shook it off and wrapped her arms around Drake's strong shoulders. He leaned down, capturing her lips, aggressively. Olivia moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth tasting her familiar taste. His strong hands roamed down her body pulling her in closer to him so she could feel the effect she was having on him. Olivia let out a soft moan.

"Hey, have you guys seen Sammie?" Maxwell's head peeked around the tent.

Drake and Olivia both turned to him scowling at his interruption.

"Okay. I'm gonna take that as a no.” He slipped back into the tent.

Olivia scoffed. "I swear I have never met a bigger cockblock than Maxwell Beaumont. It's like he has special radar or something."

Drake chuckled cupping her cheek in his hand.

"Will we continue this later?" Olivia nodded as Drake gave her one more short but steamy kiss before slipping away.

Olivia took a moment to fix her lipstick and compose herself before heading back into the tent. She grabbed a glass of lemonade and walked into the sunlight on the lawn. Her eyes scanned the crowd spotting Liam, Samantha, Lady Hana, Maxwell, and Drake all sitting together chatting happily. She brushed off her feelings as Drake met her eyes giving her a soft smile. She returned it and walked over to Lady Penelope and Lady Kiara who were currently complaining about the Countess's return.

Later that evening Olivia waited in her room for Drake to stop by. She was wearing a red satin robe with nothing underneath. He was taking longer than expected and she found herself drawn to the balcony of her room, breathing in the salty Mediterranean air. She heard voices in the distance and laughter. She looked to see a group walking up the grounds. She made out Liam, Lady Hana, and Maxwell. Then in the rear were Drake and Lady Samantha. Behind all of them was Bastien, who looked up to meet Olivia's watery gaze.

She pulled her robe tightly around her and entered her room. Olivia slumped onto her bed unable to stop the tears from flowing this time. She had spent most of her life as an integral part of a foursome of friends...the palace brats. But in a matter of days, she had been replaced. It wasn't just the feeling that she was losing Drake that upset her so much. It was no longer having a place, no longer being needed. Their tight-knit crew had changed, and she was no longer a part of it.

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Chasing the Moon, Chapter 1: Smitten

Book: The Royal Romance

Words: 2700

Rating: Mature, over 18 only

Drake walked through the halls of the palace with his bag slung over his shoulder. It had been a long flight and he was ready to shower and climb into bed. He opened the door to his room to find Olivia, lounging on his bed in nothing but a red satin thong.

"Welcome back, Walker."

He closed the door behind him letting his bag fall to the floor.

"Duchess Olivia. What a welcome surprise to see you here".

She rose from the bed, stalking over to him, her lips almost touching his as she moved her hands up over his hard biceps, feeling his muscles twitch beneath her touch.

"My, my Mr. Walker. I do believe you have managed to get even sexier since I last saw you." She moved her hand down over his already hardening bulge.

"And you, my Saucy Duchess,” he bent down lifting her effortlessly over his shoulder as she squealed, "have become even more unmanageable." Drake tossed her playfully onto the bed with a smirk. "Guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, Duchess." He laid his body down over hers, enveloping her mouth in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

"You taste as good as I remember, Drake,” Olivia cooed, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and ripped off the T-shirt underneath. She ran her hands up the taught muscles of his back and took in a long inhale, relishing the smell of his skin and the way it soothed her nerves. Her fingers moved down his back, slowly, taking in each tiny imperfection. She had memorized every scar and bump by touch and could tell you exactly where it came from and what it looked like. Her hands continued down to grip his muscular ass through his jeans and she pulled him closer, needing to feel him against her.

Olivia felt his hot breath moving across her skin and his lips were now hovering over her nipple. He abruptly pulled it into his wanting mouth, sucking gently and letting his teeth graze her pink bud.

Olivia took a sharp inhale as a zip of excitement shot from her nipple down to her clit. Drake smiled, looking up at her through his tussled hair while he moved to her other nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak. His eyes were chocolate and in them, she could see all his desires.

Olivia threw her leg up pushing him over and onto his back as she straddled his hips. He was rigid beneath her and she felt her clit throbbing with need at the feel of him. She popped the button on his jeans and moved down pulling the zipper down with her teeth, pushing his jeans and boxers off in one fluid movement. Olivia purred as she took in his long thick length. Her lips brushed the velvety skin and Drake groaned in pleasure and need. Her tongue flicked out tasting the precum leaking out of his swollen head then moved her tongue down his shaft massaging the prominent vein. Her mouth moved back up and she looked at Drake through her long lashes, meeting his chocolate eyes again.

"You want to fuck my mouth or my pussy?"

Drake inhaled sharply and before he could answer Olivia took all of him into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.

Drake grasped her shoulders and threw her onto the bed, covering her body with his own. He crashed his lips on hers as he ripped her thong from her body and plunged his fingers into her wet core. His thumb expertly circled her clit as he kissed her fervently. He knew every spot she liked to be touched, how she liked it, and when. It only took a few moments for her to fall apart under his touch. He removed his fingers and licked one covered in her essence.

"Fucking delicious."

He then ran the other along her bottom lip, allowing her to taste herself. She eagerly lapped at her juices as their lips crashed together again.

Drake flipped her over onto all fours and lined his cock up with her wet center. He tightly grasped both hips and thrust into her hard and fast. Olivia cried out at the intrusion and moved her hips back into his as he pumped into her. Drake lifted her hips to reach deeper and hit that special spot that makes her scream. He was immediately rewarded, as Olivia fell apart under him, with a gush of fluids, screaming his name. He followed moments later and collapsed onto her back, their sweaty bodies sliding together. Drake's softened dick slipped out of Olivia as he rose from the bed leaning over to offer her a sweet kiss.

"I need to take a shower."

He nodded and moved his naked body to the bathroom.

She exhaled tired and satisfied.

"Okay, Drake. I'll be here."

Olivia heard the shower start and lay in bed alone with her thoughts. She was utterly in love with Drake Walker. Somehow in their little group, they had found each other. They tended to be hot and cold, both sharing similar personality traits. But physically, there was no denying their connection from an early age. They were each other's first kiss, first fuck, and for Olivia, her first love.

Drake sauntered out of the bathroom, naked, a few moments later, still damp from his shower. He slipped into bed next to Olivia, pulling her close to his body. She felt his soft lips and scratchy stubble on her neck. The contrast was intoxicating. Olivia let out a breath.

"Tell me about New York."

Drake shrugged, kissing her neck softly, his hand tracing circles on her abdomen.

"Not much to tell. It was fun."

"Well I noticed Liam arrived this morning, but you and the man-child were not with him," she challenged.

Drake chuckled at her nickname for Maxwell.

"Well, the 'man-child' and I were delayed. Maxwell found a suitor for House Beaumont."

She turned back looking at him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"In New York?"

He nodded. Olivia was running her red nails softly up and down his arm as they spoke. It was an intimate gesture that had become second nature to her in these special moments.

"Tell me about her."

Drake exhaled, "Not much to tell. She was our waitress on our last night there."

"A waitress?" Olivia repeated, disbelieving. "Maxwell picked a waitress to compete for the crown?"

"Yep. Liam was smitten."

Olivia turned back to look at Drake.

"Really?"

He nodded, smiling.

"I've never seen him like that. He had this goofy grin the whole time. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He said they kissed..." Drake stifled laughter.

"What?" Olivia questioned, smiling.

"Nothing really, it's just that he looked like a teenage boy going on and on about how magical the kiss was." Drake smiled. "It was actually pretty sweet."

Oliva furrowed her brow, "Humph. So, Maxwell decided to ask her to join the social season. And just like that, she agreed?" Drake nodded in response. "Hmmm. Do you think that's a little suspicious?"

"Definitely. But I don't think she's a crown chaser. I mean, I don't know that a waitress from New York can handle the crown, but she seems to really like Liam."

"Does he know? I mean, does Liam know that she is here?"

Drake shook his head. "He will find out at the masquerade tomorrow though."

Olivia exhaled, "Well, we'll just have to keep an eye on her for him."

Drake turned her head to meet his eyes.

"Olivia....that does not mean make her life a living hell, okay?"

"What? If she wants to be at court, she needs to be able to handle herself."

"Yeah, well your way of initiating someone to court will send her running back to the States."

"Well, if she can't handle..."

Drake cut her off with a kiss, looking into her green eyes.

"Be nice Liv. Liam likes her, a lot. She might make him happy. And, if she is the one, that lets you off the hook." She smiled at the prospect. "Besides...if you send her running, you'll be cut off for a month." He smirked as he lightly smacked her ass.

Olivia feigned injustice, lightly punching him in the arm. "Alright, alright. I will try to be good."

Drake smiled nuzzling into her body.

"Just not too good, my Saucy Duchess."

Olivia grinned as she felt his breath on the back of her neck slow and become longer. She was glad he was back. Now she felt at home.

The Masquerade

The following day, Olivia found herself meandering around the ballroom of the masquerade. She was engaging in idle chit-chat with Penelope and Kiara when she saw Drake walk in. He was in his usual jeans and a denim shirt and strode over to the bar tossing Olivia a wink as he went. She fought back a smile as her eyes followed him.

"Who is that?" she heard Kiara say looking at a woman approaching the group.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"That's Lady Hana Lee. Her family lives in Shanghai but her mom is connected to a lesser noble house here in Cordonia."

She watched Hana walk up to the group giving her a tight grin. "Lady Hana, welcome to Cordonia."

"Why thank you, Duchess Olivia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Hana was a beautiful woman with glossy brown hair and was a natural beauty. Her gown was sparkling pale pink with a matching mask. She seemed docile and Olivia knew that in theory, she would be a good match for Liam, but Olivia thought they might be too similar. Liam needed someone a touch more independent.

Just then, Olivia heard the herald announce the suitor of House Beaumont

"Samantha Moretti of New York," and turned her head to spot the woman that had apparently stolen Liam's heart. She looked over to see the woman wearing a red and black dress. It was sheer in spots, strapless, and hugged her curves. She had long brown locks and Olivia could admit she was a beautiful girl. She watched as Maxwell was pulled away by Bertrand and Samantha made a beeline for Drake.

Olivia knew she was brought here for Liam and that she shouldn't let it bother her, but she felt her stomach turn and a heat rise to her cheeks watching her giggle with Drake. So, Olivia walked commandingly up to the pair and interrupted.

"Pardon me, but I absolutely must steal her away."

Drake nodded silently mouthing "Be nice" to Olivia. She rolled her eyes in response.

"Forgive me for being forward but I have never seen you here before and I always make it a point to know all the ladies at court. I'm Lady Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos. What brings you here, Samantha Moretti from New York?"

Samantha spoke casually looking around the room.

"Well, I'm here for Prince Liam, same as you I guess."

Olivia laughed.

"You have no idea what you're getting into, do you?"

Samantha looked down uncomfortably as Maxwell made his way over to Oliva and Samantha, just as the herald began announcing the Royal family. Drake also joined and Olivia felt him behind her, brushing his hand against hers, momentarily. Olivia felt a flutter in her stomach at his touch and her breath hitched. She looked briefly over her shoulder and gestured with her eyes toward the exit. Drake gulped back the rest of his whiskey and moved quickly toward the door. Olivia followed a few moments later, meeting Drake at the end of a long and abandoned hallway.

Drake stood leaning back against the stone wall with his arms crossed over his chest and one leg, bent at the knee, propped up against the wall. He was wearing a sexy smirk as she made her way over to him. Olivia walked with just a little extra sway to her full hips and Drake noticed appreciatively.

"Fancy meeting you here, Walker" Drake pushed himself off the wall and met her a few steps later. He raised his hand gently brushing the side of her cheek.

"You look beautiful, Liv."

Olivia tried to hide the blush rising on her cheeks, unsuccessfully. Drake leaned in and kissed her softly, sucking gently on her bottom lip as he pulled away.

"So, what did you want to talk about, my Saucy Duchess."

She smiled remembering their tryst from the night before and falling asleep in his arms.

"Nothing particularly. I talked to the New Yorker."

"Her name's Samantha, Liv."

"Yeah, yeah," she waved him off.

"Were you nice?" He teasingly ran his hand down the length of her body, reminding her of his threat.

Olivia gave him a flirty smile. "Nice enough. She didn't leave, did she?"

Drake smirked. "Speaking of which, shouldn't you be in there being presented to the Crown Prince?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I hardly think that's necessary."

Drake became serious. "Yeah Liv, it is. You are officially one of his suitors now. You should be in there working the room or whatever you guys do. Not out here with me."

Her smile fell.

"Drake, you know the deal. If it comes down to it, I will step up and do what's necessary. But it’s not what I want."

"What is it that you want, Liv?"

Olivia searched Drake's eyes, about to respond, when Bastien turned the corner.

"Duchess Oliva, Drake," he gave him a warning look. "Shouldn't suitors to the Prince be in the ballroom, Duchess?"

Olivia let go of Drake's hand. "You are correct Bastien. Thank you for the timely reminder."

She rolled her eyes and headed back into the ballroom.

Drake let out a long exhale running his hands through his hair. Bastien looked over at him. "Listen, Drake, I know that you and Duchess Olivia have had this thing going on for quite a while." Drake looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid the reprimand about forbidden relationships. "She's Liam's suitor now. Time to decide what the relationship is and what you two plan to do about it. Secret meetings will only get you burned. " He placed a reassuring hand on Drake's shoulder and walked off to the Royal family.

Olivia walked confidently into the ballroom and straight up to Liam.

"Excuse me, may I have this dance?"

"Of course, Duchess Olivia" Liam smiled and led her onto the dance floor. He took her into his arms and Liam's smile fell as he looked down meeting her green eyes.

"So I noticed that you did not present yourself this evening."

Olivia huffed. "Is that necessary Liam? I'm pretty sure you know who I am."

"Indeed, I do. However, there is a chance you could be chosen at the end of this season, Liv. And it's not going to look very good if my future queen is secretly meeting with my best friend instead of participating in the activities of the social season." Olivia's eyebrow quirked.

Of course, he would know.

"I'm serious, Liv. I can't choose you if you don't at least try. Plus I heard there may be a surprise suitor brought by Regina."

"Ugh, don't tell me Cuntess Madeline is joining the season." Liam snickered, trying to hold back his laughter. He was unable to speak so only nodded.

"Fine, I'll start participating more," she puffed out air, annoyed.

"Thank you, Liv. But hopefully, it won't be necessary for you to uphold our deal." He grinned ear to ear and his eyes traveled the room landing on Samantha.

Olivia followed his eyes with a smirk.

"I heard about House Beaumont's last-minute addition." She looked at his eyes still locked on Samantha from across the room. "Jesus Liam! Drake was right."

"What?" He shrugged, a blush creeping up his neck.

She shook her head.

"You are definitely smitten, Liam." The dance ended and Olivia whispered in his ear. "Stop staring and go get your girl." She playfully swatted him on his ass as Liam walked away from her, towards Samantha Moretti from New York.

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