Chapter 64 Two Minutes
Liam
She froze. Every muscle in her body locked up. She blinked at me like the words hadn’t quite reached her brain yet, while I kept that slow, sheepish smile plastered on my face.
“Wait… I don’t understand,” she said, eyes searching mine for any sign I was messing with her.
I pushed up from the chair, circled the desk, and walked right up to where she stood, stunned. Hands in my pockets, I looked her dead in the eyes.
“The woman I’m seeing,” I said slowly, clearly this time, “the one who makes me come… is none other than Mrs. Claire Anthony. Mr. Ian Anthony’s wife.”
She took a small step back, but the disbelief was still all over her face. A short, shaky laugh escaped her.
“You’re joking, right?” she said. “I know you, Liam. Older women don’t do it for you.”
I nodded once. “You’re absolutely right about that, Pattie. But this older woman? She’s different.” I took a deep breath, casual as hell. “So quit torturing yourself trying to figure out who I’m sleeping with.”
Her gaze dropped to the floor for a second, then snapped back up to mine.
“What do you even want from her?” she asked, suspicion sharpening her voice.
I smiled wider.
“Her wet, plump pussy,” I said plainly. “Does that answer your question?”
Her mouth parted slightly. Her eyes trembled as the reality finally hit.
“Impossible,” she whispered.
I tilted my head.
“Nothing’s impossible, Pattie. Not under the sun.”
She just stared at me, speechless, while the truth settled between us like smoke, thick, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.
“Now that you know,” I said, voice flat and final, “quit asking around about the woman I’m sleeping with. Do the job you’re supposed to be doing for me, Pattie. Am I clear?”
She didn’t reply. Just stood there, stunned silent.
I sighed, shook my head, and walked right past her. I headed for the door, yanked it open, and stepped out without looking back.
I’d made up my mind, I wanted to see Claire.
I wanted to see her now.
My whole body was burning, aching—just to fuck her. To bury myself in her until nothing else existed.
I picked up my pace, steps hurried.
“Jerry,” I called as I passed him in the hall, “Pattie might need you in my office.”
I didn’t wait for his response. He turned toward my door while I kept moving straight for the elevator.
I knew what this would do to her. Pattie would probably cry, scream, trash the place—whatever it took to let the hurt out.
I didn’t care.
The only person on my mind right now was the one I was already calling.
I pressed the phone to my ear as the elevator doors slid shut.
She better not be asleep yet.
I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
The line clicked. She picked up.
My voice came out huskier than I meant it to—raw, edged with need.
“Wear something sexy, Claire. I’m on my way to you.” I said plainly, already breathing slightly hard.
I ended the call before she could respond, pocketed the phone, and leaned against the elevator wall, pulse hammering.
Tonight, she was mine.
All of her, hell, my dick is so hard it might burst.
Claire
That was so sudden, and oh God—that husky voice of his did something to me instantly, making me wet right there.
I hadn’t planned on sex tonight after everything I’d been through today, but I couldn’t stop the giddy rush that hit me like a teenager. I jumped out of bed and stripped off my clothes in a hurry.
Breath shaky, I rushed to the bathroom, let the water cascade over me, and started washing up. Something told me tonight was going to be nothing but sex, and I was ready for it.
Truth be told, I’d been craving his touch for days. When he visited me at the hospital, it took every ounce of dignity to hold myself back, but now? I couldn’t anymore.
When I finished, I stepped out, dried off, and rubbed lotion all over my body so I’d smell good. Then I headed to the closet. He’d said something sexy, and I knew exactly what to wear: the red see-through lingerie I’d bought earlier. The one I knew would drive him wild.
I slipped it on fast and went to the mirror to check. It fit perfectly—covering almost nothing, leaving everything on display.
I grabbed my makeup, applied just a little, and pulled my hair into a neat ponytail.
I couldn’t shake the thought that I looked like a slut. Not just any slut, Liam’s slut. The idea made my breathing quicken. I almost started touching myself just thinking about him.
How he’d hold me tonight, run his hands all over me… I couldn’t wait. I was so wet already I felt like I’d start dripping any second.
I went back to the closet and grabbed a big coat, slipping it over the lingerie and tying it snug at the side.
There—now I looked perfectly presentable. I could slip out of the house without the kids suspecting anything. They were probably in their rooms by now anyway.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, a knock came at the door. My eyes widened.
For a second I didn’t answer. Then Isa’s voice came through softly.
“Mom? Are you asleep?”
I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again.
“Not tonight, Isa. Maybe in the morning,” I said, swallowing hard.
“So… I can’t come in?” she asked.
I frowned. Why wasn’t she asleep yet?
“Just go back to your room. If there’s anything you want to talk about, we’ll do it tomorrow. I need to rest,” I lied.
A soft sigh drifted from the other side of the door.
“Okay, Mom. Sorry for bothering you.”
I heard her footsteps retreating slowly down the hall.
God… why did it feel like I was slowly turning into Ian?
I couldn’t believe I was pushing my own kids away now.
But the thoughts swirling in my head right now weren’t about them or the chaos that has happened earlier today.
They were all about Liam.
I just hoped I hadn’t really started falling for that sick psycho… or maybe I was the one who was sick.
I looked at myself in the mirror one more time.
I guess I’d have to wait an extra thirty minutes before slipping out of the house, to make sure no one saw me leaving, now that I knew the kids probably weren’t asleep yet.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to my phone, waiting patiently.
It would take him some time to get here anyway, so I had enough time to let them drift off.
Every so often I’d stand up and check myself in the mirror again, wondering if my makeup needed touching up, if the lipstick was too bold, if everything looked right, while the anxious butterflies twisted in my stomach.
It wasn’t even thirty minutes yet when my phone rang. Liam.
I took a deep breath, picked it up, and pressed it to my ear.
“Where the hell are you, Claire?” he almost barked. “You should be outside by now.”
I swallowed.
“Just give me ten more minutes. I want to make sure my kids are asleep before I—”
He didn’t let me finish.
“If you don’t come out right now, I’ll march up to your door and bang it down. You have two minutes before I act on it.”