Did he really just say that? I do want him to be mine. I want to stand on top of this building and scream to anyone who hears me that this beautiful man should be mine. I don’t want secrets. I don’t want lies. I want Liam Knight! What do I need to do to make sure he’s mine?
I miss his fingers inside me, as if that’s where they belong. I never want him to take them out. If his Richard feels half as good as his fingers did, I’ll never let him go.
“Where can I find that Jimmy you spoke of?” he asks, in reference to the promised prized condom.
“It’s in my bedroom. I’ll go get it.” I start to get up.
“Stay; don’t move. I’ll go fetch it,” he says, and then whispers, “Keep pumping for me, and I’ll suck your cum off your digits when I come back.”
I nod frantically, thinking, Yes, Sir. I hope he knows that I’d probably do anything he’d ask of me.
He walks out of the room and I suddenly have a sobering moment of clarity and a cold chill runs up and down my body. Oh shit! Louis has surveillance cameras in the halls of this penthouse and Liam just walked out of this room stark naked. Fuck! I cringe, thinking of Louis seeing Liam naked. I jump off the bed, stitch-less myself, to go yell after Liam. I don’t make it very far before slamming into a solid form as I exit the room; I fall backward from the impact and look up to see Jeffery looking down at me. He looks confused and angry and I think I’m about to faint. This must be a dream; this can’t be happening, I reason to myself as I hear Jeff and Liam yelling somewhere in the far distance of my mind.
I slowly open my eyes, confused. Was it all a dream? I see a white sheet around my body and I feel somebody holding me tight. I try and lift my face up when I notice his naked body under me. My face is resting on Isabella’s name tattooed over his heart and I look up to find him smiling down at me… He’s not a dream.
“You blacked out. Are you all right?” I nod my head. I’ll be all right if you hold me like this forever. “You and I need to leave now; we don’t belong here,” he states.
“Don’t fucking tell her where she belongs,” I hear Jeff shout. His voice startles me and I almost spring up from Liam’s lap where he has me nestled. I look across the room to see Jeffery pacing, looking disheveled and out of sorts. His hair is a mess, his shirt is untucked, and his tie appears askew. Something happened while I fainted, and when I look back at Liam and see the murderous stare he gives Jeff, I know it wasn’t good.
“I’ll tell her what I bloody please,” Liam replies, sounding nothing like himself.
“Do you even know who I am?” Jeff barks out as he comes our way. I can feel Liam’s muscles contract and tense underneath me.
“I know more than you’ll ever know. I know you’re responsible for all her suffering. I know she’s had the misfortune of knowing you for far too long. I know you’re a dirty wanker that leaves her in the middle of the night. I know your sort and I know you don’t deserve to ever utter her name. Whatever hold you think you have on her is over, because she’s not alone anymore. It’s best you leave her alone or I’ll bury you.”
I listen to all the things that this stranger I’ve only met today, the one I’m certain I’ve accidentally fallen in love with, says. I hear the things that yesterday I would’ve given my own life to hear come out of Jeff’s mouth. And yet, as Liam speaks them, I am thankful they’re coming from him and nobody else. I should look at Jeff, I should plead for him to leave, and yet I can’t take my eyes off Liam, nor does he take his off me. It’s a spell. It’s like all the bullshit has lifted and I see a future covered in truth and happiness and unconditional love. The person I love loves me back enough to choose me and no one else, whatever the consequences. Liam just chose me and I choose him.