Elena stood, and at Mr Griffin's harsh command, began to push her phone towards him. Liam timed this perfectly, and with a deft sweep of his arms, got the briefcase between the phone and Mr Griffin's outstretched hand."Oops," he said, beaming at Elena, "didn't see your car coming. Is there any scratch?"Elena hardly smiled; the questions she had to answer had made her a breathing skeleton. She had traces of gathered tears in her eyes. "Liam!" his father shouted, quite loudly. "Let the damn phone go."Liam ignored him and pressed a button on the briefcase. It wheezed open. The audio box sat inside, the box where all evidence to prove Elena's innocence was contained. But before he played the audio, Liam said to his father and uncles and aunt, "Dad, I'd want to give you one more chance to rethink what you're doing to my wife. Maybe there had been so much hatred for her that it has led some of us into extremities. This is a chance to come clean now.""What nonsense do you speak about?"
The arrows of eyes pointed at him from different directions, the surprise written on their faces, the shock, their heartbeats pulsing together, driving him crazy: all these weakened him. He had employed crude antics, and his tricky ways were outdated. So, his cover was blown. Again."Father," Liam said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "the very day after I got married to Elena, you sent her home. And not only did you do that, you took her back from her home to a place, a warehouse —""Liam..." his father snarled in warning."You tried to force her to sign a marriage termination agreement. Then when I found this out, you blamed it on Chris. And went ahead to urge the police to take him away."Liam's father looked around now, at the guards crowded by the door and in the hall. Then he saw Chris among them, his face expressionless. James twitched."You," he said to Chri
Elena took a bottle of olive oil and trickled it down Liam's throbbing cock. Until it glimmered in the pink light of her room. She began to massage the shaft, twisting it, rolling it like a whisker with both hands, pumping it. All slowly, while holding his eyes in a powerful ogle. Then she took it into her warm, sleek mouth. She tightened her mouth and lips, and began to milk Liam.His moans came ragged but lowered. He stared at her with both love and ravaging lust in his eyes. He watched as her head lowered and lifted off his cock. Watching the point where the lips wrapped around it, the special pressure and pleasure around that area was maddening. Not to talk about the sensation around the head of his cock. Elena's tongue did justice to it in her mouth, lapping it, wrapping her tongue around it, flicking it. Loving it. Loving Liam.Minutes later into this rising celestial bliss, he mumbled that he was about to come. Elena poised herself, sucked harder and faster. Her fist, wrapped
A week later."We haven't had sex, Liam," Elena said, staring deep into the eyes of the figure before her. "I can't keep it in anymore. The foreplay is getting into my head, and I can't bear it any longer. I need you, Liam. Inside me."She stared back at the person before her. She got no response. Not like she expected one. She sighed and turned away from the mirror."Jeez, that was terrific," she muttered, slumping back to the toilet seat. "But I'm going to tell him this when he comes back."She suddenly got up from the seat and stomped back to the mirror again with a more frenzied zeal. She wagged a finger at her face."Look, Liam, we must screw tonight. Ah!"Her phone ringing jolted her back to reality. "Gosh," she yelled, "I need to work on the volume of this stuff." She swiped. "Hi, Chelsea."In the bathroom, alone and nu
Liam thought he could handle it all. He believed in himself that his resilience, his will power and his thinking, would save him from the mess he was in. Not only the mess, but the accompanying distress.On one side was his company and the money scandal. Fredrick had fallen on his knees in Liam's office, pleading with tears that he be forgiven."You are unforgivable, Oris," Liam answered him. "A staff member who is willing to put others to shame, talk more of his own boss' wife, I must say that that staff could be a killer if given the opportunity." He wheeled around his chair, backing the pleading accountant, "Mr Oris, I would be harboring a potential killer if I keep you here. Leave my office before I decide to call the police."After Oris had scrambled out of his office, Liam held a staff meeting, where he warned everyone of them against accepting advice or instructions from an outside body except him.
Elena's fingers trembled as she typed frantically, so that she missed some letters. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, under her arms and breasts. The AC in the room didn't help matters. She moved from her makeup chair to the bed, and from there to the bare rug, and to the doorway.Lola had suddenly become slow in replying to the texts. "What the hell was she doing?" Elena wondered.When Lola had first chatted her up, Elena didn't give much of a thought to what she was saying. She considered she was one of those clout chasers who wanted to have a conversation with the billionaire's wife.But Lola's approach had been damn so straightforward! And then followed by the pictures. A screenshot of a video. Liam's video.The first emotion that boiled through Elena was a larva of jealousy and anger. Then came shame, then embarrassment, then the raw pain searing through her heart. She waited as Lola t
When Liam finally came home, it was at almost midnight. He had a prominent smell of Brandy on him and mumbled a response when Elena greeted him. He went straight to his room and shut the door. Almost at Elena's face. "I shall see you by morning," was the only explanation he gave.Elena stood outside the door, looking without understanding the patterns created by the mahogany wooden door. Her hand hovered above the door knob. It might be open if she tried it, but she didn't want to encroach into his privacy.But it just didn't feel right to let him be. She really wanted to get an explanation. Her head was filled with imaginative scenarios and ideas, and she wanted him to confirm or disburse them.Did Lola really die? If she did, how was she shot? And, more importantly, who did it? "Leave my door, Elena," Liam said from inside, startling her. "You sure you don't wanna talk?" she said."I want to talk," he said, and after a pause added: "To myself. Go to bed. We'll go to the office to
Liam didn't usually look into his phone when he woke up, but today he did. The first news that popped on his Instagram timeline was the news of Lola's death. He stopped on his way to the bathroom to skim through the story.Lola was found that same day by her neighbor. Her window was shattered, and the blood was splattered at the opposite side, so it was a shot from outside the window. The only structure opposite the apartment was a calm restaurant, where old folks went to have their quiet tea. No one had a clue yet, Liam learned. Or was the police keeping information from the bloggers?Liam knew he had the very answer these people sought. Just place a call, and Charlie would be arrested a second time. Because that guy had a killing instinct. Just like a hyena. And if hyenas did not see a prey outside, they'd turn to their own pack. If Charlie was able to easily gun down a girl who had once been his friend's lover, whom he had even met personally, then he was capable of killing the fr