hospital with us like he did today. He lives in Los Angeles; that’s where the office for the charity is. I’ll see him again when we get there.”
“I see,” she said.
“Enough about Callum. Let’s talk about you, and this sexy dress you’re wearing. Luv, I think I can see every curve of your body in that thing. Tell me - did you wear this for me?” I asked. My cock was quickly growing in my jeans and I wanted to run my hands over every one of those curves.
“No, I didn’t wear it for you,” she replied, shaking her head.
“No? I’m hurt,” I said, frowning.
“Don’t be.”
“Well maybe you can make it up to me,” I replied.
“Not that I need to, but just for fun, how would I do that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Let’s refresh our drinks and find a quiet place on the balcony to talk, away from all of these boring people. Please?” I asked.
“Are those manners?” she asked teasingly. “I didn’t know you had them.”
“I’ve got a lot of things you haven’t seen,” I shot back.
“Hardly,” she scoffed. “I think I’ve seen your…biggest…attributes,” she joked, gesturing between my legs.
“Luv, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I replied, with a teasing wink.
“Maybe not, but I’m still along for the ride,” she said. Was she flirting with me? “So, hit me with your best shot.”
Oh, she was definitely flirting. This night was picking up quite nicely now.
“You might live to regret saying that,” I teased back.
“I think I can handle anything you’ve got, Liam,” she said, lifting her chin.
“You’re a brave little minx, aren’t you?” I asked, reaching up and tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertip. Her skin was smooth and warm.
“I like to think so,” she replied, her eyes holding my gaze.
“Let’s go,” I said, grabbing her hand and heading for the bar. I got us both drinks, and led her out to the balcony.
Bad idea.
Ian was standing there, talking quietly with Rhone. When he saw us, he groaned and turned to leave.
“Ian, you can’t stay mad at me forever,” I said.
“Piss off, Liam, I’m sick of your shit,” he replied, his eyes shooting daggers at me.
“For fuck’s sake, it was just one verse that I changed.”
“You know that pisses me off, Liam. You know everything that pisses me off, and you do it anyway. You have no respect for me,” Ian seethed.
“Sure I do,” I replied. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
“Well, you have a seriously fucked up way of showing it, mate!” he yelled, before shoving past me, leaving Catherine and I standing alone on the balcony. I watched through the windows as he left the room, thundering past the dozens of people inside. They all turned back, watching for my reaction.
Who could blame them? It was a classic Liam move they were waiting for. Surely, I’d throw a chair, hurl an insult at Ian’s back, or throw my drink or something, right? What would it be tonight?
I was so tired of the old Liam. I didn’t feel like doing any of those things.
In fact, there was only one thing on my mind, and she was standing in front of me like a fuckin’ siren just waiting to put me under her spell.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said, grabbing Catherine’s hand and going back in, streaming past all the curious eyes, leaving them behind to make up whatever story they wanted to.
I didn’t give a fuck anymore what anyone said about me. No matter what I did, every one just thought the same thing about me anyway.
Let them say whatever they wanted. Let Catherine print her story, hell, print the truth, I didn’t care. Tell the world that they were right. Liam Mercury is a piece of shit, a loser, a disrespectful, immature, spoiled party boy. None of that mattered right now. None of it ever really did.
I was surprised, but Catherine let me lead her down the hallway to my room without any protest at all. In fact, she hadn’t said a word.
“Now, where were we?” I said,
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