Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Liam takes a drawn-out breath and inborn reflex. He must be finding it arduous to do this, but I hope he knows I understand his predicament. His hands are tied. There is nothing we can do until we unveil their grave secrets. I just hope this skimming bitch will go easy on her next plan.

“I refuse to be blackmailed, particularly, for such a cheap thing. Let us go, Lynn!” Liam states, shocking the hell out of me.

Huh? Like, he is actually doing this? What about the consequences?

“What?” Mitch screeches. “Have you forgotten why we are in this fucking marriage, Liam? Can you bear the dashing hopes and shame you will bring to your family when your company goes bankrupt?” Mitch asks.

She isn’t just about to let go, is she? Now she is even blackmailing him emotionally. Well, bitch, you win!

“I will bear the..."

“We are staying!” I cut Liam off, summoning both their attentions.

“Excuse me?” He asks, his icy face full of furrows as both of his eyebrows form deep curves. That must have taken his quick aback, as was this bitch.

"It seems like your bitch has grown some common sense! Should I club for you, Lynda Rose?” She speaks with hate and mockery.

She should save the hate and gather some hurt for later. I am not doing this for her, and I am most definitely not going to entertain any shit from her. This might be the most humiliating night that she will never forget in her life.

“Do not rejoice yet, Mitch! I am not doing you a favor, nor am I scared of you.” I state, sounding like a corny bitch that even Liam cannot understand.

“Oh, yeah? Then why?” She asks.

“To challenge you, Mitch, because I know you have something planned for tonight. I am accepting this just so I can beat you in your own game.” I state it firmly.

She smirks for a minute, then speaks. “You are becoming such a smartass bitch, and it is not good for you, Lynda Rose.” She says it with a sinister tone.

“That is for me to worry about, Mitchelle. In the meantime, just know that you won’t win.” I substantiate, and I fucking mean it.

She better not even think of stealing another kiss from Liam because I will freaking kill her.

“Challenge accepted, but keep in mind that you are dirt under my feet as my match. Now get moving and get ready to be screwed, and maybe for good!” She states and flips her hair to her back like a cunning bitch who has lured us into doom.

“Not so fast, Mitch!” I say, conjuring her disgusted face back to me. “There is a condition.” I add.

She smirks, and I help her smirk until she cannot produce the annoying smirk anymore.

“Who exactly are you to set conditions for me, huh?” She asks.

“Liam already said no, and you and I know that you cannot persuade him otherwise, Mitch! I am the only reason he is joining you for whatever you have planned. It is either my condition or you go out there alone and bear the disgrace of your friends, knowing that all that you paraded to them out there was nothing but a lie.” I nail her.

She knows I am right, and I know she cannot afford to be ashamed that way.

“What’s your condition?” She asks faintly, as if she didn’t want even the air around us to hear her dancing to my tune.

“Liam and I will sit at a distance from you all. And don’t involve us in your dialogue. Lastly, do not try to insult me or Liam, because I won’t hesitate to smash your face if you try.” I state.

“Are you stupid? Liam will sit beside me. He is my husband, and everyone needs to see that.” She fires, boiling with anger. This stupid whore doesn’t get it, does she?

“Well, I don't."

“That is fine!”

Fucking shit! What? I jerk my face at this impossible, puzzling guy. What is he talking about? I thought he did not want to even be part of this. Why is he now so fucking okay with sitting next to her for God knows how long?

“Liam?” I didn’t mean to, but his name just rolled out.

He wraps an arm around my back, trying to soothe me, which is not working, especially when he speaks again.

“I will sit next to her.” He states, arousing my demons as this witch raises her head high as if already sampling her win and basking in it.

“Alright. Case closed. So, off we go!” The bitch cannot risk another moment in here. She is perhaps afraid that her luck will slip out of her side. She walks out, and I take a minute to stare at this jerk.

“What are you thinking, huh? Do you miss her lips already?” I snap at him, entangling myself from his hand.

He walks closer, sealing the gap between us and leaning toward my face. I can sniff his hot pheromones without straining. I thought I wouldn’t be aroused by him this soon after watching him kiss that bitch, but I think I am even craving him more right now. Seeing him with that bitch seems to have aroused something else so dark and complex within me.

"I am helping you in playing along. Let’s see what she has in store for us tonight.” He states this and starts to walk out, but I grab his hand.

“Why? You want another quickie?” He tries to mess with me, but there is no way I am blending with his annoying teases.

“You wish! I just want to make one thing clear here! Don’t you dare."

“Smell her lips again?” He cuts me off. He knows me so well, huh? He knows I am flaming inside for that cursed moment. And, smell? Was that all he did? Sigh! He leans in, and in, and in, until our eyes are dancing right into each other, our noses kissing. “If I dare, then I give you the right to ride my cock in front of them all, baby!”

Dang! I mean, damn! What a flirt he is!

“Let’s go?” He snaps at me after a moment. I was already riding his cock in my mind before he spoke. I wonder what the bitch would do witnessing such a scene. Dear me and my wild thoughts!