Chapter 50 I Crave Her
Liam
The sharp click of heels echoed down the hallway as I sat there, a cigar smoldering between my fingers. The door swung open, and in stepped a blonde, tall, slender figure—poised, elegant, every movement deliberate. As she drew closer, she dipped her head slightly, eyes respectfully lowered.
“Good morning, Mr. King,” she said softly.
I gave a small nod and set the cigar down in the ashtray, clearing my throat. “No need to look so frightened, Jane. How was he?”
She lifted her gaze then, a sly little smile curling her lips—one I mirrored without hesitation.
“Let’s just say… he isn’t the worst,” she replied, her tone laced with amusement.
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. Hard to imagine this was the same man Mrs. Claire had come crawling to me about, practically begging me to make Pattie leave him alone.
“Also, sir,” Jane continued, and I arched my brow. “It seems he did come here looking for Pat.” She shifted her weight, one hand resting confidently on her hip.
I nodded slowly. “Yes. She was with him for a whole year. Anything else?”
She started to shake her head, then paused halfway, her eyes narrowing as she studied me with sudden suspicion.
“What?” I asked, voice flat.
She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head. “He asked about you too, Liam King.”
My eyes widened despite myself.
“How did he even know about you, sir?” The suspicion in her expression deepened as she gave me a pointed side-eye. “I know Pattie would never mention you to him.”
I blinked, sinking deeper into the chair, fingers brushing my lips thoughtfully. Why the hell would he ask about me?
“And what came about that?” I asked, glancing up at Jane.
She launched into the story with all her usual flair—head tilting, hands gesturing animatedly. “Well, one thing led to another… we started talking about Mr. King, the owner of this place, and suddenly he goes, ‘Oh, you mean Liam King?’”
Her voice rose in mock surprise as she reenacted it perfectly.
“And I was shocked. I said, ‘No… it’s Raul King.’ His face had gone pale, but the second I corrected him, he relaxed instantly.” She shot me that signature side-eye again, full of suspicion.
“It’s nothing serious, Jane,” I said, keeping my tone low and even.
She squinted at me. “You know what, sir? This is the first time I'm seeing you have an expression on your face.” One brow arched high.
Ah, Jane. If she weren’t one of the best escorts here, she’d make one hell of a private investigator. I’d clocked that sharpness the very first day she walked in—sayinh she was legal, bold as hell, asking to work for some “cool cash.” I’d approved her on the spot. And yes… we’d had our moments—some of which Pattie absolutely despised.
“Stop trying to read me and get out there to make me some money,” I said, snapping my fingers toward the door.
“Whatever, Mr. King,” she teased, smirking. “You’re just so suspicious. Oh, and he did promise he’d come back again.”
I nodded. I’d expected as much. No one ever came here just once and walked away for good.
“When he does,” I told her, voice steady, “treat him nicely. I have a use for him.”
She nodded and smiled, but that smile started blooming into something downright mischievous. “You never call us anymore, sir. What, are we not your taste these days?” she purred, teasing.
“Get out,” I said firmly.
She didn’t take it seriously at all—just laughed, practically skipping as she darted out the door.
The second it clicked shut behind her, a small smile tugged at my lips.
Silly girl.
I see now—he must’ve put two and two together. His wife’s lover… Liam King. And Mr. King, the owner of this place. He’s not far off at all.
But why the hell do I even want him to know it’s me? Why do I want him to find out I’m the one fucking his wife? To be honest, Claire doesn’t deserve a prick like him… or even me, for that matter.
I’m no better than her husband. I’ve slept with countless women over the years—hell, I’ve built my life on it. I’m just as rotten.
So it’s honestly shocking that lately, the only person I’ve been sleeping with is Claire. Just her. I’ve seriously lost my touch.
The worst part is… I still want to see her again. I want to breathe her in, taste her, feel her under me. No other woman does that to me anymore—that’s why nothing else excites me.
I thought by now I’d be over it, that I’d get tired of her, but it’s the complete opposite. The more I fuck her, the more I crave her. I come inside her, hard and deep, but even then it feels like it’s never enough—like I could bury myself in her again right after and still want more.
One day, I swear I’ll steal her away from that worthless husband of hers. I’ll take her somewhere far, just the two of us—no interruptions, no pretending. I’ll fuck her senseless for days straight, every way I can imagine, until she’s trembling and begging and I’m finally satisfied. Maybe then she’ll be out of my system.
Fuck… just thinking about pinning her down and pounding into her has me rock hard right now.
In all honesty, I keep asking myself—what the hell is wrong with me? Why is she the only one who occupies my mind like this? Why does it piss me off so much when another woman even tries to flirt with me?
That same irritation is exactly why I cut Pattie off. I know it deep down. She’d fallen way too hard, and if I want her to snap out of it, I have to treat her like every other girl—no special treatment, no letting her think she’s different or more important than the rest.
Yeah, I dated her for a long time, but it was never serious. She knew that from the start. So why does she act like she has some kind of claim on me? Like I belong to her?
No woman has a claim on me. None. Not her, not anyone else, and definitely not Mrs… Fuck. Just get the hell out of my head already.
Claire
I stared blankly at my phone screen, wondering who I was even waiting for to text me. I was supposed to be having the time of my life here at my parents’ house, yet something—someone—was missing.
I must be losing my mind. I shouldn’t miss him at all. I shouldn’t even think about him. Liam is exactly the kind of man I should stay far away from—he’s dangerous, he’s trouble, he’s bad news. So why do I find myself craving a single message from him so badly?
“Isa hasn’t left her room all day,” Riette said from behind me.
I turned to look at him. “Have you checked on her?” I asked.
He nodded, scratching the back of his head with a small smile. “Yeah, I did. I banged on her door and she screamed at me to go away. Which… isn’t like her at all.”
I frowned slightly and nodded. “Okay. I’ll go see her. Oh—and your grandfather said he has something he wants to give you.”
My brother’s eyes lit up instantly. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?!” He took off running down the hallway while I chuckled under my breath.
I wonder what’s going on with Isa… I should check on her. I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed toward her room.