Scandal

Liam's POV

I had never felt so good in a long while, ever since Olivia, my fiancée left for the United Kingdom, to further her education and career. It was so hard for me to pull through all these years, but because I had loved her so much, I decided to keep my urge in check, not until last night, when I met an irresistible angel.

The night was wild and I enjoyed every bit of it. I couldn't help but crave for more of it. I had cuddled her all night long, explored every inch of her body and it felt different. Different from how it feels when I do the same with Olivia.

A loud knock on the door jolted me out of my trance. I hastily got up to get the door. I opened it a crack, to prevent the lady on my bed from being noticed. It turned out to be my personal assistant, Greg.

“Good morning, Mr Smith!” He greeted me, while he stood by the door. “I'm sorry to be here so early, but I'm here on an important matter.”

“And what could that be?” My pupils wandered from side to side in anticipation.

“There's news about your affair with one Evelyn Peterson flying around!” Greg's voice was laced with a hint of urgency.

“What?!” I heard the feeble lady in my room scream.

I averted my gaze at her, only to find her peering into her phone screen in disbelief, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“I'd be with you in a moment. Go prepare a ride for me and some clothes for the lady,” I instructed and watched as he left.

I walked closer to her after shutting the door.

“What happened? Why are you so surprised?” I asked in a relaxed tone, as though I was unfazed by the tense message I had just received.

“Didn’t you hear that? It's more than a million views already! My parents will kill me right away!” Evelyn yelled, stricken with fear and anxiety entwined.

“I have everything under control,” I reassured her calmly, although I wasn't sure of what to do next.

My phone beeped a message. I had wanted to ignore it, not until two more message notifications chimed in. I then strode across to the bedside table to get my phone.

I paused midway when I noticed it was all from my fiancée. My heart pounded hard in my chest and I swallowed hard. Has she gotten the news already?

I stood still for a while and read through the messages.

'How could you stoop so low to settle for that lowlife whose career had already hit rock bottom?’ It read.

‘So that's what you do right? Whoring about in my absence?’

'In fact, it's over between us!’

That last felt like a stab on my chest.

I've been in a relationship with Olivia since after I had graduated from college, more than five years ago. I had already proposed to her shortly after she had returned for the summer holidays and was already making finishing touches to our wedding plans. Why did I let my guard down?

My hand quivered as I made to reply to her texts. ‘I’m so sorry about that, babe. I was under the influence,’ I had typed, but just before I sent it, I noticed she had already blocked me off.

“Oh fuck!” I cursed loudly.

I felt my stomach twist into a knot. A dark shadow of guilt engulfed me as I stare at the blood stained sheets and the shredded clothes flung recklessly across the tiled floor.

There was a light knock on the door. Greg had arrived with the clothes.

“The driver is waiting outside.” He said, handing the bag he came with over to me.

“Alright, I'd be there in a short while. You may leave. I'd call you when I need you!” I said, and he walked away.

All the while, Evelyn held her head with her palms. Her shaky fingers running through her dishevelled silky hair, while sighs escaped her lips at intervals. I felt pity for her. My unchecked rascality had caused her so much pain, but it wasn't just my fault after all. She needed help and I couldn't resist.

I flung the bag Greg had given me at her in bed, but she didn't move a muscle. I then drew out an empty cheque from my chequebook and passed it on to her.

“Take this blank cheque, write whatever money you want and leave here immediately!” I said coldly and dismissively and made to leave.

“I don't want your money!” She protested.

“Then what else did you want? Why did you crawl up to my bed so shamefully?” I smirked at her angrily for the first time.

A fresh set of tears welled in her eyes. but I didn't care much about that. As far as I was concerned, she had just made me lose my fiancée, whom I loved, so she deserves as much pain as she could get.

“You've made me lose everything! My virginity, my family, my reputation, my everything!” She wailed, hot tears cascading down her eyes.

“Look here young lady, I'm not ready for all of these right now. When you're done, you leave!” I uttered with a devilish grin and walked to the door, just before I remembered something.

“And make sure you use the day-after pills, because I would never accept to be a father to a bastard son!” I spelt out, with gritted teeth and walked away, slamming the door hard against the wailing woman.

As I got to the exit door of the hotel I had spent the night with, I was besieged by the paparazzi. The busy cameramen clutched at their cameras and took shots of me, while the ladies in corporate dresses propped their black headed microphones at my face.

I stood in awe for minutes as I watched the charade playing before me, accompanied by the shutter of cameras from every angle.

“Who's she, Mr Liam?”

“What were you doing in there, sir?”

“What explanation do you have to offer us, Mr Liam Wright?”