The Revenge Games Duet
He grins, sexily playing with his jaw. “About that, call me Mr. Rich one more time, and I’ll bend you over right here, right now, and fuck you till you have no choice but to scream Mr. Rich.”
He knows exactly how to get to me.
Wearing a devious grin on his handsome face, he exits the room leaving me alone to think about his powerful proposition.
He did it, again.
Made me go from hating him to wanting him in one single heartbeat.
Inside my office, I fire up my laptop and take a deep breath. My mind’s an unorganized mess, and with everything going on, I need to get into shape and start prioritizing.
So, I spend the next hour syncing my diary with Emerson’s, making calls and confirming all our travel arrangements. Charlie’s already emailed both of us a ton of legal documents that make sense given my limited experience, but nevertheless, this is going to be a long-winded battle.
By the time I peel myself away from my inbox, it’s just after five, and the office is surprisingly vacant. Today felt like the longest day of my life and with my laptop shut down and bag packed, I balance everything in my hands to only have my cell scare the shit out of me as it rings.
My heart races, and without thinking, I answer.
“Hey, it’s me.”
Liam.
The sound of his voice brings back a whole other world. I place my things down, worried I might carelessly fall apart from the tone of his voice.
“Hey.”
Silence falls between us, and not wanting to play on the obvious, I bring in the small-talk to try to repair what I so easily broke. “How have you been?”
“Good, I guess, considering. I’m dating someone.”
“That’s quick.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have said that, and trying to retrace my stupidity, I tell him, “I don’t mean it’s quick, I mean that you…” I roll my eyes at my mumbling and just say, “… never mind.”
It suddenly dawns on me that Phoebe told me Liam was seeing that Sienna girl only a day after he got back. I don’t have the right to question Liam’s fidelity, but his new relationship doesn’t add up either.
“I slept with her while I was still with you. I missed you… not that it matters now. I just needed to tell you that.” The pain in his voice subsides, almost to relief.
There’s a slight ping, a wave of hurt from hearing that. None of it matters
now, though. The damage is done, and the universe plays its part. It’s not my place to reprimand him when I played the same card he did.
“Wesley’s not good for you.”
“Liam, please.”
“Listen to me. Do you remember the time we watched that program on serial manipulators? They had personality disorders, and that dad was jailed for murdering his wife?”
I remember the episode, yet don’t appreciate the link between a murderer and Wesley.
“C’mon, Liam. I know he’s done bad things, but people change.”
“Milly, listen to me. You’re in danger. Please, just walk away from him. It’s not about pride here, I’m genuinely worried.”
I smile into the receiver, ignoring his desperate pleas. Liam always protected me, and his worries are nothing but concern. It’s Liam being Liam.
“I can take care of myself. Listen, I should go. Keep in touch, okay?”
“Milly—”