Liam didn't speak immediately. He sized Mr Paul up. The man was breathing through his mouth now, glowering up at Liam, his lips twitching in anger. "You should know your place, Mr Paul," Liam finally said. "Because you were allowed into our family doesn't mean you can say whatever and do whatever you want, especially towards my wife." "I am a part of this family now," Paul snarled. "I have just as much rights as you fucking do. Even more, because I am older! Have you no respect, Liam? Insulting me in front of these strangers!" He turned desperately to Liam's father. "You're seeing this, right?" "Liam," his father said, slowly, "get out of this place now." Liam didn't look at his father; his gaze was on Mr Paul. Before he married Mrs Rebecca, Mr Paul had been nothing but a struggling photographer, thin and scrawny. And then Mrs Rebecca had found him, brushed him up and somehow convinced Liam's grandfather that he could be a "profitable" son in-law. "Liam, I spoke to you," his fath
Liam had left the hall with nothing in his hand, but he returned with a briefcase which he carefully kept to sit at his feet. He took a glance around the table, at his uncles and aunts, and said: "I am terribly sorry for keeping us all waiting. May we proceed." "Where is Elena?" his father asked. "Um, she should just be around the corner," Liam said, making a show of craning his neck to find her. "You have to call her in," Mrs Rebecca said. "She has to be here." Liam turned to look at her. Had his father told them also about what he had in his notes? And they were all bloodthirsty for Elena? Hilarious. "I don't think that's necessary," Liam said. "We can surely go on without her." "Liam, why do you counter literally every instruction given to you?" his father snarled. "Can you run the affairs of this company, and the family and other logistics in it, if left alone?" Liam shook his head. He had a very small smile playing out on his lips. Mr Paul was glaring at him with eyes of
Elena stood, and at Mr Griffin's harsh command, began to push her phone towards him. Liam timed this perfectly, and with a deft sweep of his arms, got the briefcase between the phone and Mr Griffin's outstretched hand."Oops," he said, beaming at Elena, "didn't see your car coming. Is there any scratch?"Elena hardly smiled; the questions she had to answer had made her a breathing skeleton. She had traces of gathered tears in her eyes. "Liam!" his father shouted, quite loudly. "Let the damn phone go."Liam ignored him and pressed a button on the briefcase. It wheezed open. The audio box sat inside, the box where all evidence to prove Elena's innocence was contained. But before he played the audio, Liam said to his father and uncles and aunt, "Dad, I'd want to give you one more chance to rethink what you're doing to my wife. Maybe there had been so much hatred for her that it has led some of us into extremities. This is a chance to come clean now.""What nonsense do you speak about?"
The arrows of eyes pointed at him from different directions, the surprise written on their faces, the shock, their heartbeats pulsing together, driving him crazy: all these weakened him. He had employed crude antics, and his tricky ways were outdated. So, his cover was blown. Again."Father," Liam said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "the very day after I got married to Elena, you sent her home. And not only did you do that, you took her back from her home to a place, a warehouse —""Liam..." his father snarled in warning."You tried to force her to sign a marriage termination agreement. Then when I found this out, you blamed it on Chris. And went ahead to urge the police to take him away."Liam's father looked around now, at the guards crowded by the door and in the hall. Then he saw Chris among them, his face expressionless. James twitched."You," he said to Chri
Elena took a bottle of olive oil and trickled it down Liam's throbbing cock. Until it glimmered in the pink light of her room. She began to massage the shaft, twisting it, rolling it like a whisker with both hands, pumping it. All slowly, while holding his eyes in a powerful ogle. Then she took it into her warm, sleek mouth. She tightened her mouth and lips, and began to milk Liam.His moans came ragged but lowered. He stared at her with both love and ravaging lust in his eyes. He watched as her head lowered and lifted off his cock. Watching the point where the lips wrapped around it, the special pressure and pleasure around that area was maddening. Not to talk about the sensation around the head of his cock. Elena's tongue did justice to it in her mouth, lapping it, wrapping her tongue around it, flicking it. Loving it. Loving Liam.Minutes later into this rising celestial bliss, he mumbled that he was about to come. Elena poised herself, sucked harder and faster. Her fist, wrapped
A week later."We haven't had sex, Liam," Elena said, staring deep into the eyes of the figure before her. "I can't keep it in anymore. The foreplay is getting into my head, and I can't bear it any longer. I need you, Liam. Inside me."She stared back at the person before her. She got no response. Not like she expected one. She sighed and turned away from the mirror."Jeez, that was terrific," she muttered, slumping back to the toilet seat. "But I'm going to tell him this when he comes back."She suddenly got up from the seat and stomped back to the mirror again with a more frenzied zeal. She wagged a finger at her face."Look, Liam, we must screw tonight. Ah!"Her phone ringing jolted her back to reality. "Gosh," she yelled, "I need to work on the volume of this stuff." She swiped. "Hi, Chelsea."In the bathroom, alone and nu
Liam thought he could handle it all. He believed in himself that his resilience, his will power and his thinking, would save him from the mess he was in. Not only the mess, but the accompanying distress.On one side was his company and the money scandal. Fredrick had fallen on his knees in Liam's office, pleading with tears that he be forgiven."You are unforgivable, Oris," Liam answered him. "A staff member who is willing to put others to shame, talk more of his own boss' wife, I must say that that staff could be a killer if given the opportunity." He wheeled around his chair, backing the pleading accountant, "Mr Oris, I would be harboring a potential killer if I keep you here. Leave my office before I decide to call the police."After Oris had scrambled out of his office, Liam held a staff meeting, where he warned everyone of them against accepting advice or instructions from an outside body except him.
Elena's fingers trembled as she typed frantically, so that she missed some letters. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, under her arms and breasts. The AC in the room didn't help matters. She moved from her makeup chair to the bed, and from there to the bare rug, and to the doorway.Lola had suddenly become slow in replying to the texts. "What the hell was she doing?" Elena wondered.When Lola had first chatted her up, Elena didn't give much of a thought to what she was saying. She considered she was one of those clout chasers who wanted to have a conversation with the billionaire's wife.But Lola's approach had been damn so straightforward! And then followed by the pictures. A screenshot of a video. Liam's video.The first emotion that boiled through Elena was a larva of jealousy and anger. Then came shame, then embarrassment, then the raw pain searing through her heart. She waited as Lola t