Chapter 54: Chapter 54

I finish dressing up and scouring a little bit of our last night’s cum. The impulse to see who that joykiller was who dared to ruin our morning like this does not permit me to take a shower. I am in heat with ire and letdown. I stride outside with words of profanity pouring from my mouth like rain. How can someone ruin such a beautiful morning for us? I curse them, whoever it is.

No! Whoever these are,

I halt my hasty strides and take a tortoise pace, my face almost dropping to the floor as the faces of our guests stare at me. Mr. Adams and his wife and Mitch’s parents. This smells like war. And it is all etched there on their faces. They are not here for a good course. Between the baffles of why they are here this early morning and why they are gawking at me with unconcealable detest, I cannot tell which is more alarming.

Throwing an apocryphal glance at Liam to at least ask him to send some light my way, I find him frozen at the door with his witch staring at him as if they just had a verbal dispute. He must have been so smitten that he even forgot to close the door. Thankfully, there is no one outside to witness this confusion.

“Was this all necessary, Mitch?” Liam hummed a suppressed roar between gritted teeth to his acold witch.

She invited them here. Why, for devil’s sake? And why didn’t we know? Okay, I had no ground at all to know because I am a nobody in this house, according to her, but why didn’t Liam know about this? Another trap? What is the name of her game this time around? What is she playing at?

“You will find out soon if all this was necessary. So, come on, dear hubby. Our parents are waiting because you and your mistress have some questions to answer.” Mitch affirms as she leaves Liam to swim through his dismay.

The way she is wickedly beamish as she approaches me causes my hair to rise, evoking a cold chill down my spine. “Ooh, good morning, Lynda Rose! Or should I call you my husband's whore?” She whispers as she halts before me.

“What is this, Mitch? Why did you have to summon them here?” I fume calmly.

She smirks more evilly. It is that smile that a witch expels after casting a spell on its culprits. What is she up to? “Why? Is it a problem if I want to have breakfast with both my family and my husband’s family? Mind you, this is my house. I can invite whoever I so damn want to, and you, cheap whore, have no grounds whatsoever to question me.” She states.

Breakfast with her family, huh? She had not had the idea of sharing breakfast with them since I came here. So why exactly today? And who the hell is she trying to fool here? She hates Liam with every single ounce in her body. Why in the world would she invite his parents over here, given the gross aura here? And that too, without his knowledge or consent? I am not an idiot to fall for her lies.

“There is no problem with that at all. But I know you so well, Mitch! You are not on good terms with Liam, so this has a shallow meaning. What are you up to?” I state that at the same time that Liam joins us.

We make a small circle of us three, two against one, and one against three. Their parents are still mute behind us, enjoying the comforts of the couches or watching our quarrel. The fact that they have not uttered a word is adding more blurriness to this whole thing.

“I am asking you for the last time, Mitch. Tell me what this is all about. Didn't you dare make me look like a fool in front of my parents?" Liam states. He is pissed. I am totally pissed off, just like I am.

And on the contrary, this Mitch is basking in the glee of seeing us all worked up and riling with unawareness and fury. She is enraptured by the way she is driving us insane with this stance she is taking. “Well, hubby, shouldn’t you be happy that I invited our parents? We have never had such an intimate gathering since we tied the knot. You should be glad and thank me that at least I am using my brains for the purposes they are meant for.” She states.

“Yeah, right. What in the devil’s name awakened your fucking brains overnight, huh? All you ever think of is fucking some dogs out there and drinking your soul out. Perfect use of the brain, right?” Liam fumes.

The bitch swallows hard for a minute before she composes herself again. “You better not keep our parents waiting. You can insult me after this since that is what you are so good at, dear husband.” She states this and starts to walk away.

Liam and I had no option but to trail behind her as we entered this trap of hers. I thought she would screech at me not to follow them. I thought she would remind me yet again that I am not a part of this family. I thought she was going to ask me to hide in the room and never come downstairs until the guests left. But she did not do such a thing. Neither of those. She led the way, swaying her round bum like it was meant to convey some message that I didn’t get, and neither did Liam.

“Once again, welcome, mother and father. My in-laws, please feel at home.” Liam says courteously when we reach the seats. Bad reception. Total grossness and discourtesy. I don’t know whether it was his choice of words that they did not like at all or what, but no one responded to his warm regards. There was not even a slight gesture at all that they at least heard him. They remained dead, wordless, their eyes darting from Liam to me and repeating the process unceasingly.

Damn! They are making this more mortifying than it already is. What did we do?

“Umh, you all feel at home, please.” The witch says, and they nod their heads.

Aah. So they can reply to her, but not to Liam. Red flag?