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My mom took a deep breath, sounding as sad as I was. “Jesus, baby, I’m sorry… you didn’t have to witness that.”
“I couldn’t,” I choked out. “That’s why I left.”
There was a long silence, as if she didn’t know what to say, as if there wasn’t a right word to say to make me feel any better.
“Is it done?” I had to ask. There was a puny chance that he’d backed out after I’d seen him at the altar, but one could only hope.
“Sweetie…” She sounded pained. “Yeah, it’s very much done. He’s married now.”
Nodding, I wiped the tear that escaped. “Thanks for calling, but I’ve gotta go.” I was holding myself down from sobbing so loudly. “I love you, Mom,” I said before handing the phone to Liam. After I heard him sayhello, I got up and immediately ran into the bathroom, needing solitude and a place to cry without anyone witnessing my sorrow.
Curling on the floor next to the bathtub with my hands wrapped around my knees, I rested my forehead against my arms as I cried harder, rocking myself as tears streamed down my face, thinking that I would never recover from this. There was no way of making it back out. I was drowning from my mistakes, the what-ifs, Grey’s words of love and promises, the future that I had considered for a tiny second before it was snatched away from me again.
“Liv.” I didn’t hear the door open or close, yet Liam sat before me, worried as he forcefully plucked me off the cold floor and made me stand on my feet. He then reached out into the shower, turning the knob on before letting it run, as he slowly started to undress me. He did it with caution, careful and slow as he stripped me from one scrap of clothing to the other until I was fully naked. In a sense, I should feel shyness or even a little embarrassment, but my naked body was nothing new to Liam, and I knew he was doing it with no bad intentions. Quite honestly, it was refreshing to feel cared for.
“Can you go in, or do you want me to do it for you?” he asked while I absentmindedly stared at the spraying water.
What was Grey doing now?I thought as I realized it was early morning in LA and he was probably asleep… in his marital bed with Edith.
I swallowed a heavy lump in my throat as I thought of them having sex, consummating their marriage. “He’s married,” I whispered before I gazed into Liam’s eyes, still endlessly crying.
“I don’t know him, but if he married someone after you, Liv, that could only mean he’s where he wants to be. Maybe someday you’ll see that it’s not the end for you. You’re young and beautiful, funny when need be, and not to mention, smart. The rest of us want a fair shot to be with you.”
“I’m ugly inside,” I freely admitted without shame. “I broke your heart…and I broke his.I guess it was just karma when he finally learned how to break mine.”
“I’m giving you one week,” he said with all seriousness. “One week to cry as much as you like. Seven days to talk non-stop about him. A week of talks about heartbreaks and a broken future with him. I’m giving you one week, then I don’t want to hear you say anything that will make you more depressed.” He sought my eyes, cupping my cheek. “Go out there, discover Sydney, party, and maybe even date if that’s what you’d want. Anything to get you out of this. I hate seeing you this way.”
A week of pining for Grey would never be enough. I wanted to argue that, however in the end, I decided I didn’t have much energy left, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Can you handle a shower, or do you need help?” he asked again.
I didn’t need either, but his presence somehow gave me a little reassurance. Besides, I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, it would truly drive me insane thinking about Grey fucking Edith… fucking her the way he used to take me—all hungry as he devoured me with his lips, tiger-eyes feasting on me as he pleasured my body with his amazing tongue-twisting skills…
Did he often do that to her? She’d said that he loved her… Had he loved her when he was with me? Did he use me to get Edith jealous? Most of all, did they ever make fun of me and how cowardly I was at times? Remembering how Edith spoke about me to Grey, it seemed they’d spoken about me a lot—way too much for my liking.
My once precious and sacred memories of him felt somehow tainted. I felt cheap because I had embarrassingly given him my virginity when it was supposed to be for Liam. Had he told Edith that, too? It seemed that he didn’t hold anything back when it came to her, so I was almost sure that he had. Maybe I was wrong… I didn’t know him at all. Maybe I was simply a joke that he’d lusted after for too long, nothing more.
Dropping my gaze to the charm bracelet, I so badly wanted to yank it off my limb and throw it in the garbage bin, yet something stopped me from doing so. Instead, I thought of the craziest thing.
“Can you shower with me?”
Liam paused, analyzing my question for a moment. “Why would you want that, Olivia? Don’t you think that’s playing with fire?”
Funny that he mentioned the wordfirebecause I had played with it and gotten burnt—no, I got incinerated. Grey had ripped everything to shreds. From memories to everything I once had cherished with him, he’d stolen every goddamned thing.Hehad taken my fire away.
“You’re not going to burn me, Liam, but if you don’t want to, my feelings won’t be hurt.”
“Very well.” He immediately started taking his clothes off, unabashed about his erect state pointed at me. I made a tiny noise when I saw his penis. “I’m hard. You know how hard I get whenever you’re around. You’ve known even before we started dating.”
I did know, and it’s nothing I hadn’t seen before…
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I got in the shower, closely followed by him.
Liam shampooed my hair before asking me to turn around so he could help rinse it. Once done, he then immediately took a sponge and drizzled the soap on it before he put my hair to the side and started soaping my shoulders. The sponge gradually went lower in a slow paced motion, as if he was handling delicate porcelain. The sponge then glided on the curves of my bottom, brushing silkily against my skin as he proceeded towards my thighs, slowly and painfully. After he was finished with my legs, he spun me around, his eyes burning with hunger.
His eyes seared into me as they gradually caressed my body with their heated gaze, burning slowly past my throat, trailing onto my breasts while his breathing became short and sharp. His gaze dropped down below, staring ravenously at my pussy.
Our eyes met, clashing with tension.
