As soon as that word leaves my mouth, I cringe; it was too harsh. I can tell by the way his eyes digest my comment.
“I didn’t falsify a thing to her. It’s just that when we woke up she was different. The liquid courage from the day before was gone and she was a mess again. She was looking at me with her enormous blue eyes and I felt awful and guilty for remembering everything from the night before. She’d been in shock and just clueless. I told her we didn’t shag and I saw how relieved she was, which made me feel like a bloody bastard for how intimate we were.” He says this while staring at the window behind me.
“So, you just lied to her to make her happy?” I ask, still struggling to assess just how intimate those two actually got.
“She didn’t ask me what we did, she just wanted to know if we had sex and we didn’t, so technically, the court would accept my answer as the truth. As a lawyer, I’m sure you would agree,” he says, pinning me with a cocky stare. He just called me out as an attorney, so perhaps he’s not as stupid as I imagine him to be.
“Yes, you would, however, be liable for your omission of the truth, Mr. Knight. We should also address why you elected to not disclose to Emily at that point in time that you knew exactly who she and her husband were.” He gets up and walks over to the window. He puts both hands in his pockets and I no longer think I’m getting my answer; my witness just closed off. “Liam, when you first saw Emily that morning at your hotel and when you realized who she was, did you want to make her pay for what you think she and Louis did to your sister?”
He drops his head and I’m not sure if I nailed his motives or if I just offended him.
I wish I could figure him out and enlighten him as to what kind of man my best friend’s husband truly is. Em did mention a video, I remember, as I try to work through all the info from our conversations yesterday. I need to figure out what this video has on it and perhaps show it to him. I should call my brother; Eddie heads Bruel Industry’s legal division and Em also alluded that he was one of the prosecutors on the case back then. The case that made sure Isabella’s book never got published.
I practically jump out of my seat when the doorbell to the suite rings, startling me. Liam turns around and we both feel like two conspiring thieves. Fuck, what if it’s Emily? What if it’s Louis?
“Sara, answer the door,” he commands.
“Okay. Yeah, just maybe go wait for me upstairs. In case it’s Emily, I’d like to explain why you’re here.” He nods and makes his way down the corridor and toward the stairs.
I answer the door and it’s room service; our food has arrived and is waiting to be brought in. Thank fucking God. If Emily or Louis showed up before I had a chance to deal with Liam, I’d be in deep smelly shit.
“When Doves Cry” by Prince and the Revolution
This feisty lawyer is just as confused as every other bird that thinks she knows who Louis Bruel really is. Isa didn’t have to tell me anything; I know that if even half of what that book says is true, then he is a worthless excuse for a human being. The scene that I always come back to, and the scene that has forever changed what turns me on sexually, is a party my sister described. The party took place at Louis’ friend’s club—a guy named Phillip Dashell. The first time I read that chapter, I remember having an out-of-body experience: my head read, my body responded, and yet I wasn’t able to fully comprehend the information as a whole person. A brother should never have to read about his sister being raped by ten men, including the man she supposedly loved. What normal boyfriend would let his friends and strangers take turns and then all at once rape his girlfriend? How could she have allowed it? What kind of hold did he have on her? Did he get her so drunk and high that she didn’t care what was being done to her? You’d think she was doing it for the