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I mull over his words, unsure what to say or how to respond, when a piece of his words stand out to me.

“Who else?”

“What?” he asks.

“You said you’re not the only one. Is she seeing others? You is bad enough, but if she’s out there slutting it up—”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Liam practically snarls, a sound I don’t think I’ve ever heard come from him before.

He closes the distance between us, nose to nose as he lowers his voice to a deathly low sound.

“One more word about her, and I’ll break your goddamn jaw this time. I mean it. The shit talking is over. You want to bitch, you do it elsewhere. I’m not going to stand here and let you talk about my girl like that.”

“Your girl?” I scoff.

“That’s right. My. Fucking. Girl,” he doubles down, the lethality in his tone is so unlike him it makes my head spin.

I stand there speechless for several seconds, unable to process this fucked up situation. Saved or burned by the bell, however you want to look at it, my phone begins ringing. I fish it out of my pocket and check the ID before cursing under my breath. I answer it as I keep my eyes on Liam.

“Hello, Father.”

I expect concern or unease to flash in Liam’s eyes, but they hold steady, unyielding and looking straight pissed off.

“You and your fiancée’s presence is required at the manor. Wednesday, seven o’clock.”

To my surprise, that’s all he has to say before the call ends. Maybe Liam’s debauchery with my fiancée hasn’t made it to my father’s ears yet. Though, it’s only a matter of time.

“Looks like I’m takingyourgirl out Wednesday night. A nice little cozy dinner at the manor. Can’t wait to see what we will talk about,” I say, as I turn on my heel and storm out of his room, barreling into mine before slamming the door shut behind me.

Chapter Twenty Five

Skyla

Ronan had texted me a little after leaving me and Liam, to tell me he wouldn’t be able to see me tonight despite us trying to make plans. He said something came up that he couldn’t get out of and that he hoped Liam and I had a good night together.

This is weird, right? It’s only been about twelve hours, but my brain is struggling to comprehend such a foreign concept. I’m dating two men…at the same time…and they know about it…and are at least, moderately okay with it? I swear I’m not complaining, I’m living millions of women’s dreams, it’s just unfamiliar territory. Despite not knowing how long it will last, I’m going to enjoy every second of it for now.

Liam took me to dinner at an amazing little sushi restaurant across town before he said he had to get home. He told me Asher was no doubt waiting for him so that he could throw his fit about us being together. I told Liam he shouldn’t bother entertaining his temper tantrum, but he told me it was more complicated than that as he peppered my face with kisses and ate my pussy before he walked me to my door.

Such a gentleman.

I wave my keycard over my door, and it clicks open with ease, however as soon as I step inside the room something immediately feels off. I can’t put my finger on it, it’s just…different.

“Hello?” I call out stupidly. Even if someone was in here, do I really think they would shout out, ‘yeah, it’s just me!’.

My eyes dance around my room before pausing on my bed. The comforter is rumpled and there are a pair of my panties in the middle of the bed, as well as a piece of paper. I swallow shakily, taking slow steps towards my bed, before I pick up the paper.

To my light,

You shine so bright, like the sun on a summer’s day

Your creamy colored skin aching to be touched

Your delicate sensitive soul longing to be held

I’ll care for you and love you deeper than anyone could

Just open your eyes my light, shine on me

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