Here it is, part two of my Dynasty Falliam fic, hope you're enjoying it!

With or Without You: Part 2

Gold on 27 Bar: Burj Al Arab Jumeirah Beach Hotel, Dubai UAE - 1:03am local time

"You made me change and come down here in the middle of the night so the least you could do is actually speak," Liam uttered. He'd usually feel more calm and in control but she had a certain effect on him he couldn't shake, even more so right now.

Yes, it was Fallon Carrington, someone he'd hoped would knock on his door again but her inability to converse was messing with his patience and composure.

"I'm just trying to articulate my thoughts," she murmured, placing her tumbler of straight vodka on the table.

Liam had never seen her so vulnerable before or so beautiful. She'd insisted they meet downstairs after changing out of her wedding attire in her room. Now dressed more casually in a white, Prada t-shirt and dark jeans, her face without a trace of make-up she looked absolutely breathtaking. It was as if she was laid bare in front of him and Liam couldn't wait to finally have an honest conversation.

Liam had always been so open about his feelings but Fallon had shut down emotionally at every opportunity and even when she phoned him to say she'd chosen Culhane, her tone was telling him something entirely different. But Liam had to respect her choice, even if he didn't agree.

"Well, I suppose we could start with why you ran out on your wedding with..."

"Don't say his name," she bit out, reaching for her glass and downing the remnants in one shot.

"Fine," he agreed. "But that doesn't explain why you're here?"

"I needed to get away and collect my thoughts."

"In Dubai, of all places?"

"I heard it was nice this time of year," she murmured unconvincingly, gesturing to the waiter for another drink.

"You know for once it would be nice to hear the truth, Fallon. After all, I think it's the least I deserve after you showed up on my doorstep after running away."

"I didn't run away."

"Well, you could have fooled me." Liam regarded her curiously, noting her downcast gaze and sharp intake of breath. He didn't want to hurt her but his curiosity was getting the better of it wasn't her voice he heard next.

"And boy what a surprise she got." Sam interrupted. "No wonder she insisted on taking this chat to the bar given how your basically naked appearance was messing with her..."

"Sam," she growled. "Not helping."

"I don't know, maybe we're finally getting to the crux of the issue," Liam said. "At least Sam is talking and not procrastinating."

"Sam can't stop talking or offering his opinion," she huffed. "Why exactly are you here?"

"I came to give you this," he gestured to her cell then placed it into her palm. "I never got this many messages on Grinder and we all know how adorable I am."

"I turned that off for a reason," Fallon mumbled, not wanting any memories of what she left behind and the subsequent fallout.

"She's in denial," Sam mouthed to Liam.

"I heard that."

"Kind of difficult when I mouthed it, sis," he shot back, much to her chagrin. "But you're going to have to face the fallout sooner rather than later not hide out in Dubai with this Van Kirk hottie."

"I'm not sure whether to be upset or pleased you think I'm hot?"

"Blame Fallon's little plan to set us up at her first wedding to her cousin," Sam reminisced as the barman stared at them curiously from afar. "I've never really stopped thinking you're gorgeous..."

"Says the guy married to my brother?" Fallon growled. "Get your own..."

"Get your own what?" Liam shot back, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "I'm all for possessive Fallon as long as you mean it."

"This is all your fault," she hissed at Sam. "You throw all these feelings out into the ether because you miss Stephen and..."

"Here you are," a lone voice inquired. She was stunning at first glance. All long, tanned legs and blonde waves cascading down her back and poured into a black, satin, night gown. "I was wondering where you go to Li Li."

"Li Li?" Sam responded, his eyebrows shooting upwards. "And I thought I'd heard everything."

"Sophia, now isn't really the best time."

"Funny that," Fallon hissed. "This is so unbelievable! I flee my wedding to come and pour out my heart only to find out you are already engaged with this blonde hussy, I really should have known..."

"That is so rich," he groaned not bothering to address her allegations. "You've barely said a word to me in the past hour. I'm pretty certain you wouldn't know how to pour out your heart if you tried."

"Obviously this was a mistake," Fallon muttered. "I'll know better next time." She'd fled the room before any of them had a chance to really register her absence.

"I assume that was Fallon," Sophia offered, arms crossed over her chest. "She's even feistier than you mentioned."

"Says the hussy," Sam replied protectively before turning away himself.

"Wait, Sam."

"And why should I?"

"Because I'm not a hussy, just playing a part for my idiot cousin," Sophia shared without being prompted. Liam didn't even care about Sophia revealing her true identity, just Fallon as usual. "Don't judge me."

"Fallon is in danger," he murmured knowingly not acknowledging his cousin's outburst. "You need to get her as far away as possible."

"But why?"

"It's best you don't ask questions and get her back to Atlanta immediately." Liam grabbled Sophia's arm and steered her towards the lift without a backwards glance trying to block out all the feelings Fallon had resurrected in such a short period of time.

He shook his head determined to get her out of his head if it killed him. That would be better than her facing the same fate. The sooner he left Dubai the better.

Next stop...Paris