Chapter 46: Chapter 46
“What are you saying?” Mitch snaps.
“Babe? Didn’t you see where she came from? The kitchen, where your husband was supposedly stuck in while you were going berserk out here howling his name, what if they were..."
“Don’t you dare finish that, Sally! Do not insult me and my husband!” The bitch spits, fuming red and throwing me a questionable glance, as if something from that statement aroused some suspicions in her.
“I am sorry to say this, babe, but these days, you cannot overlook even the tiniest things. This thing has no rules, you know. When the need arises, you just jerk it off on the next whole thing next to you.” A man in black shades states
“That is for classless sick bastards, Jimmy! Besides, I have full trust in my husband. His pedigree is just too high to fall for such a piece of trash. Even if she fell naked from heaven, he wouldn’t even look at her twice. I mean, why would my husband leave me with all that I am made of for that stinking shit?” She proudly says it, smiling as if she were being paid for it.
If only they knew that that was the very first kiss and probably the last one she has ever gotten from her so-called husband for the two years they have been married, and she only had to steal it. Pss! Smirk-sigh! And if only this desperate, stupid whore knew that her classy husband was just stroking his gorgeous cock, which she has never tasted on me until now. My goodness! Can’t she and her stupid friends sniff the scent of our sweet sex right now? I can still smell it. Stupid bitch!
“I actually can!” Shitty Bingo! Mitch entangles herself from Liam at lightning speed, while everyone else conjures their pooplike faces to Liam. I too snapped at him. What did he just say?
“What are you saying, Liam?” Mitch screeches. Beams of shame and fear can be traced on her face as she hisses something else to Liam that was not meant for a third ear.
“Class means nothing if you have zero character and manners! For me, I go for inner beauty.” Liam states, throwing me a glance, that I don’t appreciate nor reciprocate at all.
Nothing can change the fact that he was kissing that bitch a minute ago. But bingo to him! He has managed to wipe off that repulsive smug from the face of this witch. Now the heat of the shame is on the face of it, sucking air out of her system, and she is battling to breathe. She is trying to comb the already-combed hair with her fingers to hide the choler and disgrace oozing from her face. Serves her right! Bitch!
“That is a breakneck red flag, baby girl! He is clearly saying that he can leave you and all your beauty and class. For that, what did you say her name was again? And who is she?” The second man, whose name I have not yet gotten,
He looks calm and a bit down and off in the midst of these annoying fools. But then, I guess his being in their company means that he is no different.
Mitch clears her throat, swallowing her shame and everything that she is feeling down her throat.
“My husband’s weakness is his kindness, you see. That is all. He is actually saying that because he feels pity for her.” She smiles timidly, dragging her gaze at Liam as if pleading with him not to open his mouth again.
“Your husband seems so fond of that girl. Who exactly is she, by the way? Why does it feel like you don’t want to introduce her to us?” Sally speaks again.
I snap my eyes at Mitch, waiting for another disgrace. I know she has it all cooked up.
“No. It’s not that, actually. You people have just been bombarding me with so many questions at once. She is,” Ahem said. “Her name is Lynda. She is just a homeless orphan that me and my husband took pity on and decided to host."
Heck! What? I didn’t see that one coming.
“She is our surrogate!” Double Bingo! Liam corrects, and everyone’s face drops to the floor. Somehow, mine too, but I am better off because the bitch seems to be suffering from a minor heart attack. What is with the guy today, though? He is bent on assassinating this witch, isn’t he? “Next time you want to lie, at least cook up a decent lie and stop looking down on people and insulting them unnecessarily! Being classy is one thing, but caring for yourself with class is another thing that you clearly have luck with." With that, Liam leaves everyone mouth-ajar and goes to rest on the couch.
Her face is buried deep in the air, shifting from one corner to the other with shame. She derives it. Now she knows better than to act all bitchy and try to force issues in front of people. I presume she is wishing she could hide her shame as a whole for a while. She is banging her stupid head with regrets for her stupid actions.
After a moment, she clears her throat myriad times, scraping the back of her neck as if she has an itchy skin disease. She is still dreaded in ignominy and bewilderment, and her friends are still looking at her with dismay and shock. She could have prepared them instead of trying to showcase something that isn’t real.
“I will just get some glasses. Feel at home and make yourself comfortable on the seats.” She is still battling with her conflicting sentiments.
Her friends start dragging their confused bodies to the seats where Liam is perched, while she starts towards me. I was about to get out of her way, but she grabs my hand and drags me inside the kite with her.
The door slams shut behind us, the fresh scent of our raw sex with Liam minutes ago slams our nostrils, and we stare at each other like two antagonistic lionesses that we in reality are.