Be A Gentleman

Aria’s POV:

My brows furrowed, I folded my arms below my bosom and glared at my so-called husband, who sat comfortably on the couch, dressed in a black suit.

“Why are you here?” I questioned, and his gaze flickered; he stood up and waved the document he held.

“Are you seriously asking for a divorce?” he asked, his tone filled with disbelief, as if he didn’t believe it when I told him about it last time.

“You are lucky I am not asking for your properties as well, so sign and get the f*ck out of my house.” 

“Aria,” Gigi called. She walked to me and held my hand. “Take him to the patio, and you could both discuss without raising your voices, okay? A divorce is a big step,” she explained, and I couldn’t believe her words. Was there even room for a conversation when everything was already so clear?

Did she log into the internet?

And if it was only about that, then I would have given some thoughts but the words he said to me, he felt no remorse and even blamed my womb so no, there was no compromising.

“Just take him,” Gigi urged, and I sighed heavily. I walked past Caleb and headed to the entrance; there was no need to go to the patio with him because after this conversation he will be leaving my home for good.

We stood at the entrance, and he kept staring at me, unable to utter a word. It was more than one minute before he stuttered, “I feel so embarrassed right now, Aria, believe me,” he muttered, and I looked away.

Wait, what was that?

My brows furrowed when I noticed a blue sports car and two bikes driving towards us, it didn’t look like father’s car.

“Who did you come with?” I asked Caleb, who looked as confused as I. Finally, the car parked, and two men occupied a bike, so four men walked down the bikes.

The door pushed open, and a man stepped down. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. He took out his sunglasses and brushed his hand through his hair before scanning the place.

Our gaze met.

It was him, the man from the nightclub.

I couldn’t forget his face, I couldn’t forget his touch, his tongue… I shook my head and tried to understand why he was here.

“Liam Styles”, Caleb muttered. Was that his name? The man walked towards us with a wide smile.

“Mr Styles,” Caleb called. Liam stared at him for a while.

“Who are you?” Liam asked, his voice still captivating like I remember.

“Boss, this is Mr Walters’ lawyer,” one of his men voiced out, and Liam chuckled.

Samuel Walters was the minister of health, and recently his son was killed, and the culprit was arrested. The case is to be brought to court soon, and Caleb was excited when the minister approached him and asked for him to be his son’s lawyer.

He didn’t tell me about it; I had to find out from the press, and it had really hurt me, but now it’s whatever; his work was none of my business.

“Really?” Liam chuckled.

“If you don’t know me, then why are you here?” Caleb asked.

“For her.” Liam pointed at me; he took a step closer to me before he bit his lower lip. “Burgundy”, he called, and my face flushed. How could he call me that?

“I know this doesn’t sound so gentlemanly, but I need my shirt,” he spouted, and I raised a brow. Did he come all the way here for just a shirt?

I spent two weeks thinking of the moment we spent, but he was here for a shirt?

“What shirt?” Caleb stared at me, I cleared my throat and ignored him.

“I don’t have it here.”

“Then let’s go get it.” Liam walked to his car and pulled the door open. Was he crazy or what? Did he seriously want me to follow him?

“She is not going with you.” Caleb scolded, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I quickly retracted my hand from him and took a step backwards.

“Just leave,” I muttered.

“You heard her; leave,” Caleb scolded, his jaws clenched.

“I am talking to you,” I stated, he turned to me, his eyes glistening,  he clenched his fist.

“We are still married, Aria,” he reminded me, and I found this funny; I thought he forgot about that, and that’s why he was bold enough to f*ck another woman.

“Come on, be a gentleman and leave.” Liam smacked his lips, and Caleb took a step towards him when his men hurried and stood before him.

“Calm down, friends, I am not in danger.” Liam laughed before he winked at me. “Get in, Burgundy; I urgently need my shirt.”

“I am not going with you,” I sneered.

“I am being really nice right now,” he said with a smile, but I knew there was something hidden behind that smile. Why was he placing such great importance on the shirt?

I stared at Caleb, who had an anxious look, and I intentionally wanted to hurt him, so I moved forward and got into Liam’s car.

“Aria,” Caleb muttered, but I didn’t pay attention to him as Liam drove out.

He kept driving without even glancing at me. I cleared my throat trying to gain his attention, but nothing; he was simply focused on driving.

“Where am I driving to, Mrs. Thompson?” He finally uttered a word, but did he just call me Mrs Thompson?

“Don’t call me that.”

“I know,” he replied, and the more he spoke, the more confused I got. What was up with him?

“How did you find me?” I questioned. My parents’ house address wasn’t found online, so how did he find me? And besides, I didn’t tell him my real name.

“Where am I driving to?” He repeated his question; I leant forward and pressed the navigation before leaning back on my chair.

Can’t believe he wasn’t talking about that night; he wasn’t even upset I snuck out and all… Was I really just some one-night stand to him? Did he even think of me?

The ride was silent until we arrived at my apartment. I walked out of the car and noticed the two bikes behind us. “Wait here.” I shut the door loudly and walked to the door, inputted my passcode, and hurried upstairs.

His shirt was still lying on the ground, exactly where I left it the morning Ava dropped me off.

I picked it up and returned downstairs. Liam leant on his car, staring at the sky; he looked like a P*******t art.

His gaze moved to me; I shoved his shirt towards him. He took it and searched the pocket before retracting a key card. I had no idea there was something in the pocket.

“Here.” He shoved the shirt back to me. Why?

“It’s yours,” he added, and I shook my head in denial.

“I don’t need anything from you. You came for your shirt, so leave,” I said irritatedly.

Liam bit his lower lip; he waved at one of his men, who walked to him. Liam handed over the card, his men hurriedly got on their bikes and drove away. Now it was left just to us.

“Aria Nicole”, my name rolled out of his tongue; it sounded so nice, and I wondered if such a beautiful name belonged to me.

“I am sorry for the trouble,” he added.

“I stole your shirt, so no need to apologise.” My tone was lower; there was no need to get angry at him. Obviously, there was something in the shirt, and that’s why he came.

Liam nodded and pulled his car door open. “Liam,” I called. He stared at me, and I just realised he has blue eyes.

“If I hadn’t taken your shirt, then would you have looked for me?”

He laughed. “Why would I do that, Burgundy?”

I felt a soft, piercing pain in my chest, watched him get into his car and drive out.

I wasn’t dreaming; he said that…there was no need for him to search for me; after all, I was just a woman like others.