Chapter 11 Chapter 11: Locked Doors and Boardroom Games.
Chloe’s POV.
I froze with my hand still on the suite doorknob while Kim stood there, smirking widely, waving a room key between her fingers. “Liam gave me access hours ago,” she said, lying smoothly because I sensed and guessed she still had old keys from before.
The two security guys stepped forward, grabbing my arms hard, dragging me back inside the bedroom, and kicking the door shut behind us. Kim followed, locking it quickly, then slapped me across the face, sharp enough my ears rang.
“You think you can have Liam all to yourself or run with your daddy’s dirty money?” She spat, meaning Liam emptied the cash envelope I held onto the bed, counting bills loudly on purpose before pocketing half.
“The rest goes to Liam as proof you tried to pay him off,” she said, stuffing the leftover into her purse. I touched my cheek, feeling the heat rise, but stayed quiet because fighting now meant losing everything.
She laughed, low, walking around me like she owned the place. “Poor little Chloe, thinking she can play in our world,” she said, flipping her hair. I clenched my fists but kept my mouth shut, knowing Liam would hear soon.
Liam woke up on the couch, hearing the commotion, banging the bedroom door hard, and yelling, “Open this now!” until Kim unlocked it, smirking still.
He stormed in, eyes landing on the red mark on my cheek; for a second, fury flashed at Kim. “How did you get in here? Oh, you still have access to my suite, and why are you beating her up?”
He snapped, but then his face turned ice cold on me. “You brought this on yourself,” he said, voice flat, telling Kim to leave his suite with her guards right now. She laughed softly, walking out slowly and blowing him a kiss at the door.
“Call me when you’re done with the trash, darling,” she said before disappearing. Liam slammed it behind her and then turned the lock himself. I know he's taking all this Kim's excess because of his grandmother. “Sleep,” he ordered, pointing at the bed before going back to the couch without another word.
I lay down staring at the ceiling, replaying the slap of the money and my dad’s face, and wondering how deep this hole went.
Morning came gray through the windows. Liam walked in carrying coffee, wearing a crisp shirt with rolled sleeves. “Prepare for the meeting closing with a gala tonight,” he said, setting a garment bag on the chair and unzipping it to reveal an emerald dress tight around the hips with a low back.
I showered quickly, letting hot water soothe the cheek sting, then slipped into the dress, cool against my skin. He watched me dress, eyes dark, then clipped a diamond necklace cold against my collarbone, whispering close, “One wrong move and your mom loses hospital funding tonight.” His breath tickled my ear, sending unwanted shivers.
We rode the elevator down to the conference floor, investors already milling with name tags and coffee cups in hand. Liam kept my hand in his, introducing me as his fiancée, while partners complimented my dress, my eyes, and my shape, some holding my hand too long until I pulled away, smiling politely and tightly.
“You look stunning, Chloe,” one said, lingering gaze on my legs. “Absolutely radiant,” another added, squeezing my fingers. Liam stayed beside me, smiling for them, but I felt him tense inside, fuming quietly each time a man lingered, his grip tightening on my waist.
Sessions dragged with pitches, numbers, and handshakes, but the compliments kept coming. “Liam, you’re a lucky man,” a gray-haired investor said, eyes on my chest. “Don’t know how you concentrate with her around,” another laughed, winking at me.
I returned greetings with a short “thank you,” pulling my hand free each time, but Liam’s jaw clenched harder. Back in the suite after the last panel, he shut the door hard, shouting suddenly, “Why did you let them touch you? Give them room to talk,” pacing the room fast.
I stared in confusion. “I didn’t; they greeted me, and I greeted back. You were right there,” I said calmly,” but he waved it off, acting like it was nothing, though after a minute, jealousy still burned in his eyes, unspoken.
“Forget it,” he muttered, pouring water, but his knuckles were white on the glass. I sat on the couch watching him calm down slowly, wondering if he even realized how possessive he sounded.
Hours later, evening hit, the sun dipping low, and he walked in with a silver gown shimmering under the lights. “Gala time,” he said, laying it on the bed, forcing me into it, and zipping slowly, his fingers brushing my spine deliberately. The fabric hugged every curve, slit high on the thigh.
He clipped the ruby necklace from the stage plan around my neck, kissing the spot below my ear. “Perfect,” he whispered. The ballroom sparkled with high chandeliers; masks were handed out for the masquerade party, and the music swelled softly.
Liam paraded me on his arm, greeting board members, until Brian pulled him aside. “Emergency call from New York,” he said, his urgent eyes serious. Liam hugged me with a quick goodbye for the call, his arms tight around my waist. I slipped my hand into his pocket, grabbing my phone and smoothly texting Olivia the safe code I watched him enter yesterday morning, asking to drain the bribe account now.
Olivia replied instantly, “Fifty thousand transferred to your hidden account done.” I deleted the chat, “Fifty sliding the phone back just as he returned, none the wiser.
Masks went on faces and hidden music got louder. I scanned the room, spotting my dad in a waiter uniform, tray in hand, across the floor. He mouthed, “I’m here to help,” then walked close, slipping a keycard into my palm labeled Astor Boardroom, 42nd floor, whispering, “Meet me in ten minutes,” voice low under the noise.
I nodded subtly, excusing myself to the bathroom, but Liam caught me in the hallway shadows, asking where I was heading to while pinning me against the wall fast, lifting my dress, and sliding his fingers inside my panties, rubbing quick circles while biting my neck hard.
“Mine,” he whispered, pumping faster until I came, shaking against his hand, biting my lip silently, legs buckling. He fixed my mask, calmly wiping his fingers on his handkerchief and sending me back to the party like nothing had happened. My legs are still weak, thighs slick.
On stage, Liam took the mic, announcing, “The board approved my inheritance early thanks to my stable engagement these past months and thanks to my wife-to-be,” raising a glass to me as the future wife, and the crowd clapped loudly. Brian walked up, handing me a folder, smiling, “Surprise wedding registry addendum from Liam.”
I opened it in front of everyone, seeing a new contract extending our deal by five months to the New York gala. Liam’s signature is already there. He held out a pen. “Sign for the custom rare gem necklace I gifted you,” he said loudly, bringing out a velvet box with a ruby pendant inside. The crowd was seen blushing, clapping, and more.
“How romantic,” a woman sighed. “He’s smitten,” another said. I signed publicly or risked humiliation, smiling for them, but flipped the last page, seeing a hidden clause giving Liam power of attorney over Mom’s medical decisions if I break rules again.
Wait!... Did he decide to take care of my mom's bills before? He removed the one that I was wearing and clipped the ruby around my neck, kissing my cheek for show, cameras flashing. People were congratulating me and wishing to be in my shoes.
Back in the suite, Liam popped a champagne, poured it into a glass, and handed one glass over to me in celebration.
While celebrating and pushing me against the wall, dominantly gripping my wrists above my head, “You were perfect at some point tonight,” he whispered seductively into my ear.
His voice was low and rough. Then he kissed my neck, passionately nibbling down, trailing to my lips deep and hungry, while one hand squeezed my full breasts, pinching nipples hard through the fabric until I moaned loudly into his mouth.
He carried me to the king bed, laying me down while exploring with hands caressing thighs, stomach, and inner legs, slowly building tension until fingers reached my wet pussy, gentle at first, circling swollen clit intensely, making me arch, begging, “Please, Liam, more.”
He went down sucking my clit hard while kissing, licking, and deep tongue-fucking until the edge hit. I exploded with an oral orgasm, my body shaking and screaming his name, my thighs clamping his head.
I pushed him back, giving a sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob, deep-throating and licking his thick, throbbing cock and shaft balls while he groaned in loud ecstasy, his hands in my hair guiding.
He flipped me doggy, thrusting deep raw into tight pussy, hard and fast rhythmic pounding, skin slapping, wet sounds, walls clenching around him, spanking ass, red hair pulling, light choking vibe, raw.
In a few minutes, we switched to missionary style, having eye contact and dirty talk: “Fuck, you feel good. Take my cock.” Then I rode wild hips, grinding until we both climaxed intensely. He came inside, creampieing, hot, pulsing, and filling me.
Spent and detached, he rolled off the bed and got up, grabbed his robe in his hand, and walked to the drawer. He opened it and tossed his Plan B emergency contraceptive pill, also known as the morning-after pill, onto the bed beside her without a word.
Then walk naked to the couch across the room, lie down, and immediately doze off. He is sleeping alone, leaving me breathless, sheets tangled, sweat cooling on my skin.
I stayed awake, heart racing, and cracked his laptop with the password. I watched him type earlier, researching the power of attorney clause and finding emails proving Liam plans to pull Mom’s hospital funding himself unless I stay perfect through the New York gala.
“If she slips even once, I will cut off the payments,” one read from his account to the Brain’s email. I quickly copied files to the USB hidden in my bra, then heard the suite door unlock from outside with a soft click.
I grabbed the USB hiding behind the bedroom door as Kim knocked once and opened the door; immediately, I went and hid in the bathroom.
She walked in holding a folder labeled Carter Medical Pullout Authorization, whispering to sleeping Liam, “Sign this, and the old lady in the hospital flatlines by morning.”
Liam stirred, grabbing her wrist hard, waking fully with eyes narrowing, seeing me watch from the door crack, then smiling slowly, “Looks like we all have leverage now,” and I knew the real war had just started.