Page 135 of Demise

Asher

Liam and I are hanging out at home playing video games when my phone rings. Glancing at the screen, I couldn’t be more uninterested to answer when I see my father’s name flash across it.

Groaning, I pick it up, and Liam pauses the game.

“Hello, father.”

“I need you at my house in one hour. We have some things to discuss.”

Cool. Just how I wanted to spend my afternoon.

“Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t wait for me to say anything more, instead, hanging up abruptly as I toss my phone on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asks.

“He wants to meet me. Says we have some things to discuss.”

Liam screws up his face. “That can’t be good.”

“Fuck, no, it can’t,” I laugh.

His hand comes to my thigh, squeezing encouragingly.

“It’ll be alright. Want me to come with?”

I shake my head and drop a quick kiss to his cheek.

“It’s good. I’m just gonna head over now. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can fucking leave.”

Liam gives me a sad smile and nods.

“Good luck.”

Pushing to my feet, I bend down to him, gripping his jaw as I pull his lips in for a kiss. He practically melts against me, a sweet little content sigh escaping him that goes right to my cock. Fuck. It’s amazing how easy things progressed between Liam and I. One minute, we were best friends since birth. The next, he was making my heart flip with that smile of his and making my cock throb with just the smell of him. I never thought I could love anyone the way I love Skyla, but Liam…he’s pretty fucking close.

When I pull away, just an inch or so, I rest my forehead against his.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

I pull away to fully look into those soft green eyes, my thumb softly dragging against his jawline.

“I love you too, baby.”

The smile he gives me fucking melts me and I know that if I don’t leave now, we’re gonna end up tangled up together on this couch naked, me deep inside him, pumping him full of my cum. Fuck, maybe I’ll just plan on it for when I get home.

It’s like he can read my filthy thoughts, because he gives me a wicked wink and an air kiss before I shake my head and walk away, smiling the entire goddamn time.

I make it to my dad’s place in no time and when I pull up to the front of the house, I frown to see Wesley’s car here. What the fuck is he doing here?

Climbing the front steps, I pause outside the door when I hear shouting.

“I don’t give a fuck what your excuses are! This is not an adequate report! You get me something on that girl, and you get it to me now, or I’ll slit your goddamn throat!” my father booms.

“I’m working on it. She doesn’t trust me enough yet,” Wesley says tightly.

“I don’t give a flying fuck. You’ve been her driver for months now. You should be listening, hacking, you know, what you do best, remember?” my father sneers.

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