Chapter 45: Chapter 45

“What were you doing in there? Been screaming your name for minutes, hun!” I hear that bitch’s voice as I finish cleaning myself up with the Soviets.

Hun? Since when? And what is that annoying cheeselike tone? Trying to play some lovey-dovey games to fool her fucking guests? I reckon she is even clinging to my Liam’s arm or fixing the nothingness on his tee just to show off. Bitch!

“Uuuu! Spare us, will you?"

Spare us?

From what?

Silence!

There is no voice from that witch, and these parrots of hers are just cheering; only the devil knows what. I detest those shrieking sounds! They are making my ears itch! I fix my hair and walk out feeling so raw and content, and...

And dumbstruck!

The heartbreaking visual perception of Liam and Mitch embracing together and their lips pressed so iniquitously against each other impairs my visual sense for a minute.

Holly fuck!

I slam my back on the closed kitchen door the minute it closes. A tinge of stinking jolts down my spinal tube, almost paralyzing me. My whole body is quivering, not from the heated-up sex marathon that we just had but because of the abhorrent ocular image before me. A very sharp, double-edged dagger is cutting through the overdelicate walls of my heart slowly and painfully. I even felt a drop of blood from my heart drop to my belly, arousing some nausea and everything between the margins of hurt, treachery, and disgust.

I thought they scorned each other to the core. I thought they couldn’t stand each other even for a single second. What the fuck is this now? They have never been this close for the two years of their fucking marriage, so why this shit? Screw this witch!

How can Liam do this to me? How dare he? Wasn’t he quenched by my kisses? Why? Ain’t I a good kisser? Do I suck at it? That is why he had to allow this. He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more. I could have understood his desire and lust if he morselled my lips and left me sore or lipless. But this freaking betrayal? This disrespect? How could he?

“Ooh, you are here?” I am brought back to my senses by the galling, bitchy voice of Mitch. I snap at them.

She is gawking at me and looking exactly like I anticipated—clinging to Liam’s arm as if she knows what being affectionate means. Fucked whore! She is even trying the assuasive shit with her protracted witchy stick-ons, which is not working at all, or Liam is just acting coldly to cloak his ignominy to me. The nettlesome way in which she is licking her shapeless, red-shiny lips as if their distasteful kiss lasted forever stinks like hell!

Well, she really enjoyed that fucking short-lived moment, didn’t she? Heck! It was even just a peck that didn’t go past the lips, and she is acting all aroused as if she just had her stinking loose whole fucked hard. My! If only she knew the things I have done with this man, she would just die. I feel like smirking at this stupid, oblivious bitch!

The things she can do just to show off, huh? She must be such a desperate whore to swallow her pride like this. I honestly did not think she could knuckle under such extreme measures. But I think I underestimated her so much. Anyone would buy this facade she is putting forth of a jocund adorable duo. Pathetic! Even the devil must be laughing its lungs out at her desperation right now. Disgusting!

Liam, on the other hand, is trying his best to obviate my gaze at all costs. He is so flat and icy for someone who is supposed to have been madly lost in the kiss a second ago. He looks torn between shame and trying to keep everything air-cooled and demure. I will kill him for this, I swear. He sure knows I will, which is why he can’t look at me right now. He better keep off me until he stops reeking of this bitch’s dyspneic odor. He will be sorry for his ass the minute we are alone.

“Why do you look as if you have never seen a real couple kiss before, huh?” The bitch mocks again.

She must be feeling like number one, hurting me this way, because I know my face is a real shock right now. Her bitchy smug says it all. She is getting a kick out of spitting at me like this, and I am acrophobic that she has the golden bar tonight because I cannot help this hurt. How can I when that truncated scene is still playing in my head? I know I should just jerk it off my mind and show this bitch that her trick did not work because she purposely did it. But I can’t.

“Ooh, sorry, I forgot. You are such a village for this, and to top it all, you are hopeless. I mean, you don’t even have a love life.” She mocks again, her smirk lighting the whole house as the six pairs of eyes bank all their discombobulation on me.

Now I am skeptical as to why she did not want me to be around when her freaking friends walked in. I mean, she is having such a bang-up rhapsodic rapture. She is having all sorts of fun making fun of me and demeaning me in front of her guests. Such a smartass skimming witch! She knows exactly how to take advantage of every opportunity whenever it presents itself and make better use of it, huh? And this Liam guy had to fall for her trap. Devil, screw her!

“Who is she?” One girl asks in pure mockery as their eyes scan me from head to toe. And I stand erect, giving them the pleasure to sample everything they so freaking desire. These ugly snoopy monkeys!

“Yeah. Who is this… cheap, classless rag that you have in your house, Mitch baby? She looks so low-class. I am sorry.” Another one asks, waving her hand in the air at the last part.

“And why does her face look like that after watching you kiss your husband? Is she…wait, Mitch.” Another starts but stops shortly, abandoning her mission of scanning my body, and turns to Mitch with a befuddled look. “Tell me I am overthinking.” She adds, her eyes ogling Liam for a moment.