Chapter 48: Chapter 48

“Then try harder next time, bitch, because that was nothing! Maybe you could ask me for tips on how he likes the kisses so that you don’t end up embarrassing yourself like you did today.” I state, drawing her into shock and disbelief.

“Are you trying to say that you and Liam have been kissing behind my back? Was that what you wicked souls were doing here minutes ago?” She asks.

“Maybe. Maybe not. How would you know, Mitch?” I challenge.

“You…”

The door flows open, and Liam walks in. He slams the door behind him and walks to us, his eyes not leaving me.

“What is going on here?” Liam asks, standing right next to me.

I would have appreciated his closer attention if only he was not reeking of this bitch’s scent. I cannot forget that his lips were crushed on hers a few minutes ago.

“Your whore was about to tell me something interesting. But now that you are here, why don’t you confirm it? What in the world were the two of you doing in this kitchen together?” She turns to Liam.

Liam throws me a glance, perhaps asking what I have told the witch.

“I was telling your contract bitch that next time she wants to pull such a plan, she should come for some kissing tips from me because she stinks at it! I have experience with how you like the steamy stuff—from our past experience, I mean.” I state, and even Liam can’t help the shock at my words, while the bitch sighs after failing to hear what she wanted.

She is such an annoying ass. She keeps trying and trying, even though the results are always the same. Can she just quit? But on second thought, I think I want her to keep at it. I want her to exhaust all her efforts, strenths, and cards chasing doing this until she loses.

“You heard her, Mitch, and I will add this: the next time you try that fuck with me again, you won’t like it. We have no reason to pretend to anyone.” Liam states.

I didn't spare him a glance. I am not woeful by his warnings against this witch. I am still hurt. He could have pushed the bitch away. But he chose to stay there like a statue or a mountain, listening to the stiffness of her lips. I will still kill him for that. There is no escape.

“Why? Are you angry because she saw us kissing? Are you worried that she will not allow you to touch her again after you betrayed her? Is this whole fuss all because of her?” She almost howls, but I guess a sixth sense knocked her brains right in time, reminding her that she has guests outside who should not get wind of the real situation here.

“Fuss? Can you even listen to yourself? Kissing me was the most disgusting plan you could have ever come up with to show off in front of your guests. And yes, this is partly because of Lynn. I know you too well. You also did that to spite her. You even went ahead to insult her and humiliate her when she had nothing to do with your fucked-up plan. You have such a sick mind and a rotten conscience that only a mad dog can bear! I cursed the day my fate was entangled with yours, Mitchelle Edwards!” Liam states.

She swallows hard and dry!

Ahem!

Now I feel his pain. That same hurt. It has always been there from the beginning. Ever since I met him again, he feels the same hurt in his heart because of this acquaintance. He feels nothing but hate for this witch.

“Well, a rotten witch or a saint, you are stuck with me. You have no fucking choice but to swallow this bitter pill. I want you tonight to stay right beside me with my guests.”

What? She what? She is willing to bear him for that long. Why? So, she isn’t done playing? What is her net part of the plan, huh?

“You too, bitch!” I snap at her. Me too, what? It is not what I am thinking, right? She does not want me to be part of this, right? “You stick your ass right on the couch until I say it is over.” She states that she is ordering.

The heck is she doing, huh? What the fuck is going through her screwed-up mind?

“They are your fucking guests. I don’t intend to be part of a fucking party or whatever you are doing.” Liam states, sounding dead serious.

“I am not asking you to, Liam freaking Adams! I need you both there, and I am demanding that you present yourselves and behave.

Try to hold your cursed flings in front of my guests. I need you to act like the husband that you are supposed to be.” She fumes, and I scoff.

She is such a drama queen. She never knows how or when to quit.

“I said no! Look for someone else to act as your husband, because me, naah, bitch! I am too mature for this childish nonsense. And unlike you, I am not interested in painting a fake picture of a perfect fucking couple in front of anyone. Suit yourself! And Lynn is not staying either! My baby deserves some rest.” Liam states, and Mitch cowers back.

But she fires back as soon as she frowns.

“My family is just a call away, just in case you mistreat me. The moment I call them, you and your fucking family will go down! Not even this child that you claim to love so much will have a future, Liam! Do you want that?” She hisses boldly, as if she had hit the softest spot.

And she fucking does, because Liam waffles wordlessly for a moment. He must be thinking of the baby and his family. If only he had a hint of what these people were planning.

“Well? My friends are waiting, and I don’t want them to get suspicious, Liam! So, what’s it gonna be?” She asks.