Semua Bab From Lies To Loyalty : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71: He's Always Welcome Lizzie “Likewise,” she replied, but her attention had already shifted. She looked past me to Savannah, her eyes lighting up with something malicious, like she’d saved the best barb for last. “Say hello to my best friend for me, Savannah. Tell him how much I miss him. And our favorite chef does too.” She smiled wide, all teeth and venom.“My husband hates you though,” Savannah answered, her voice casual, almost bored, like she was discussing the weather or the price of coffee. “One mention of you and his mood is ruined for the day. So I’m sitting on this one. Go away, Penelope. You’re going to make people sick.”Penelope didn’t miss a beat. She turned that same poisonous smile on me again, but the words were aimed at both of us. “Send my regards to Reese,” she said, as if she hadn’t heard a single word of Savannah’s dismissal. “Tell him he’s always welcome. It’s awfully cold these nights.” She winked—actually winked—like the invitation was some kind

Chapter 73: My Everything Savannah He licked me through it, gentling only when I whimpered from overstimulation, then rose up over me like a man possessed.He shoved his sweatpants down his legs to free himself. Every movement, impatient and unhurried. I stifled a laugh at the sight. His cock sprang out, thick and flushed, the head already glistening. I reached for him, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while he lined himself up.“You drive me insane,” he growled, rubbing the fat head up and down my soaked slit. “One more second without being inside you and I lose my fucking mind.”“Roman… please,” I begged, voice breaking.He slammed home in one brutal thrust.The stretch was exquisite—burning, perfect, filling me so completely I felt him in my throat. We both groaned, foreheads pressed together. He stilled for half a second, letting me adjust, then started moving—deep, powerful strokes that rocked the bed. And hopefully, didn't wake Reese and Lizz

Chapter 75: Let's Just SleepReese She laughed, the sound light and full of mischief. “She tried so hard to rile me up. It was honestly amusing watching her scramble for a reaction. She’s actually kind of dumb if I’m being honest.”I couldn’t help but laugh with her. “What?”“Yeah,” Lizzie continued, clearly enjoying herself. “She doesn’t seem overly bright to me. It’s actually surprising that she’s a good lawyer.”“As much as I hate to admit it, Penny is a pretty good lawyer,” I said with a shrug. “She was Roman’s lawyer for a long time, so that should count for something.”But Lizzie wasn’t about to let me off that easily. She shook her head, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Still don’t think so. The moment she saw my engagement ring, she came up with the wildest conclusion.” She grinned. “Guess what she said.” The naughty little smile playing on her lips told me it was going to be something ridiculous. “That you stole it?” I offered, throwing out the craziest thing that came to mi

Chapter 77: A Lying BrideReeseHer perfume clung to the air long after the door had shut behind them, intrusive in a way that made it impossible to ignore, as though she had left a piece of herself behind on purpose just to linger under my skin. Even as I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, the faint, familiar scent followed me, wrapping around my senses and tightening something low in my chest, something dangerously close to irritation and something far too close to want. It was ridiculous, really, how something so intangible could provoke such a visceral reaction, but there I was, jaw clenched slightly as the thought crossed my mind—unfiltered, sharp, and entirely inappropriate—that if she were still here, I would’ve dragged her back by that tiny, transparent white dress, bent her over my lap right there in the bedroom, and spanked her until my handprint was burned permanently into those perfect asscheeks.I exhaled slowly through my nose, shaking the thought off as I s

Chapter 79: A Bachelorette Party? Lizzie I tipped the glass back for the second or fourth time that night, the sharp burn of cheap vodka sliding down my throat like liquid fire. I hated the taste, hated the way it made my eyes water and my face scrunch up, but I wasn’t about to stop. We had come to Blizzard to let loose, and shots were part of the deal—whether my stomach agreed or not.“I’m not carrying you to the car, Lizzie,” Savannah warned, barely containing her laughter as she watched my disgusted expression.“This is disgusting,” I muttered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “How do people actually enjoy this?”Sav snorted. “The same way you’re drinking it. They just don’t make that face afterward.” She shrugged, sipping her juice through a straw like she was at a café instead of a throbbing nightclub.I pulled another face at her.She leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Those guys are still staring at you, by the way. I’ve been watching the