Page 37 of Loving the Liar

“What is?” Megan mutters, eyes on her phone.

“Reeves. Does he sleep with his students?”

From the corner of my eye, I see her putting her phone away and relaxing against her seat.

“Yes. We’ve been at this college for two weeks and I’ve already heard the rumors. I don’t know how you haven’t.” She pauses, leaving me hanging before she adds, “But what you really want to know is if he slept with Ella.”

I swallow my anger, clenching my jaw as she puts her hand on my thigh. She brings it higher until she’s close enough she could touch my dick through my pants.

She makes me feel sick. The only feelings she gets out of me anymore are anger and nausea.

“Isn’t it?” she insists.

I slow down, stopping at a red light. The second we’re not in danger of crashing the car, she brings her other hand to my cheek, pulling until I’m looking at her.

“I’m not about to tell you whether Reeves fucked your little Ella. Do you know why?” I could grind my teeth to dust trying to not snap her neck. “Because you shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t even think about her. The only girl on your mind should be me.”

Her cold hand wraps around my jaw. “Never forget I have you by the balls.” And with that, she cups my balls through my pants. “I can send the Circle to finish your dad at any time. So keep your eyes on me, your thoughts about me, and your entire fucking focus on me.”

I don’t move a single inch as I respond with practiced patience. “You can only blackmail someone into staying with you for so long.”

“Don’t worry, it seems if I change tactics every year or so, I get to keep you. Light is green.” She lets me go.

I press the gas pedal, crushing fury between gritted teeth and swallowing it. Everything will come in due time.

I drop her at the house we’re currently renting in Silver Falls, not far from campus, but when I don’t get out of the car, she refuses to close her door.

“Where are you going?” she asks, her ugly obsession showing its head again.

“I’m having dinner with my family. Can you close the door now?”

Her upper lip curls as her hand tightens on the door. “Without me? What, you don’t even invite me to dinners anymore?”

“We only invite people who don’t blackmail their way into our family.” My smirk doesn’t seem to make her happy.

Her face falls, eyes hardening, and here she is. The true harpy who comes out when she doesn’t get what she wants. “Invite me.”

“You can’t be serious,” I scoff. “I’m just having dinner with my mom and sister.”

She brings her phone out, typing quickly on it before she shows me. She wrote a message in the conversation with her dad but hasn’t sent it yet.

Chris and I are over.

“Megan,” I warn her in a low voice, stomach churning.

“Invite me, Chris. Or my dad will have no reason to protect yours anymore.”

My hand tightens on the steering wheel, and I can barely form the words in my mouth as I spit them at her. “Would you like to come to dinner with my family?”

She locks her phone, a bright smile lighting up her face like the crazy woman she is. “No, thank you. I have a lot of work to do. Give me a kiss before you leave.”

How could I forget everything is just a mind game to her.

Since she doesn’t move, I step out of my car, walking over to her side. I slightly lean down to give her a brief kiss on the lips. She tries to grab the back of my head to make it last, but I pull away too quickly.

“Don’t wait up,” I growl before slamming the door she was holding open and walking over to my side again.

“Chris!” Juliette exclaims the second I walk into the kitchen of my family home. She jumps off the stool she was sitting on, running into my arms.

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