46. Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Five

Liam

I thought that discovering Wesley had been a mole for months was the craziest thing to happen to us this week. Then, we discovered that Skyla’s dead mom wasn’t so dead after all, and I stood corrected. Now, I’m sitting across from my father, who is handing me the Walcott family engagement ring, insisting I am now engaged to Maryia Sewall. This takes the fucking cake. Okay, well, I don’t think it can actually trump dead, not so dead mom, but shit, I’m fucking livid.

“No,” I say simply.

“Excuse me?” my father snaps in outrage. “What the fuck do you mean no?”

“I mean, no, I will not be marrying her. Thanks, but no thanks.”

His jaw tenses, hellfire in his eyes as he stares down at me.

“This isn’t a discussion. This is a, ‘I tell you what to do and you shut the fuck up and do it,’ kind of thing.”

I glare at him, shaking my head.

“I’m not a little kid you can force into submission anymore. This is my life.”

“Alison!” my father roars.

Like a dutiful wife, my mother rushes into the office, looking perfectly put together as always, while my father stands. I already know where he’s going with this as he pulls a gun from his hip, putting it up to my mom’s head. I jump to my feet as she squeals, but my father holds a tight grip on her by the front of her throat.

This isn’t the first time he’s played this card before. I don’t love a lot in my life, at least that he knows of, but my mother is one of those things. Anytime I’d test my boundaries, it was always her who would pay for my insubordination. After a while, I stopped pushing back because seeing your mother’s lip split or her kidney bruised because of you…that’s a guilt I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

“Stop,” I grit out.

“I don’t think I will,” he sneers as he speaks to my mother. “Alison, what the fuck have you done to raise such an insolent piece of shit? Can you believe your son doesn’t want to marry the nice girl I picked out for him? He could do far worse, could he not?”

She whimpers, nodding quickly. “Speak!” he shouts. “Convince him, or I’ll splatter your brains all over these goddamn walls.”

“P-please, Liam. Please. She’s a nice girl. A pretty girl. She’ll make you s-so happy,” my mom cries.

“Time to make a decision, son. Be a man and live with the consequences of your actions. Three, two, on—”

“Wait!” I shout, holding up my hands as I hang my head. I stare at the ground, my voice full of defeat. “I’ll marry Maryia; just let mom go.”

He makes a derisive noise from the back of his throat before he jams the butt of the gun into the side of my mom’s head. She cries out as she falls to the ground, and my father moves to sit behind his desk.

“Both of you get the fuck out,” he snarls. “And take the goddamn ring with you.”

Sighing heavily, I pocket the ring and scoop my mom into my arms. She’s sobbing, her hand covering her head as blood begins to seep between her fingers. I don’t even bother to give my father a second look as I carry my mom out of his office and to her bedroom. Several staff stand by, acting as if they didn’t see or hear anything.

“Get me washcloths and call the doctor, just in case,” I say as I begin climbing the stairs.

My mom clings to me, sobbing into my chest when I lay her down on her bed. A staff member rushes behind me with a white washcloth that I press to the back of her head. Black mascara tears streak her face as she looks up at me.

“Why doesn’t he love me?” she cries.

I shake my head. “He doesn’t love anyone, mom.”

She curls herself up into a ball, sobbing harder than before. I sit with her until the doctor comes before excusing myself in search of my girlfriend. My stomach is heavy, I feel as if I’m going to throw the fuck up everywhere. I’m sure this is how Ronan felt when Skyla found out about him and Annie Williams. After all, how do you tell the love of your life that you’ll be marrying someone else?

I texted Sky that I wanted to take her for a drive. She agreed happily but one look at me and she knew something was up. Still, she got into the car, and I drove her to the spot I first took her to overlooking the city.

When we park, Skyla pops open the door and gets out. I follow her as she climbs onto the hood and looks out at the view. Scooting beside her, I rest my forearms on my knees as we sit in silence.

“You’re getting married, aren’t you?”

I hesitate for a moment before looking at her. Her eyes are glimmering as she gives me a watery smile. All I find myself capable of doing is nodding once. Skyla flattens her mouth and nods as she faces forward once more.

“To Maryia?” she guesses.

“Yeah,” I say, hurt and anguish warring inside of me as I do.

She swallows roughly before facing me.

“She’s really pretty, and kind. You could do worse,” Skyla says with a smile that couldn’t be any more strained if she tried.

“I could do a hell of a lot better, too,” I say, cupping her face in my hands as I begin swiping away her tears.

A pitiful cry escapes her as she shrugs. “We knew it was coming.”

“I’m so sorry, babygirl. I tried to fight it. I…” I break off because what the fuck am I supposed to say? There is nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I just…maybe we could talk to her? See what her expectations are for the marriage. I mean she’s with Maggie—”

“And I’m with you,” I say, finishing her sentence, or at least I hope that’s what she was going to say. “We will figure it out, all of us, together.”

Skyla nods. “Do you have a ring yet?”

“Yeah. It’s a family heirloom.”

“Can I see it?”

I frown but reach into my pocket, where the velvet box still rests. Pulling it out, I hand it to Skyla. She pauses for a moment before popping it open. Her breath catches softly and I don’t blame her. It’s a three carat sapphire surrounded by forty diamonds. My great great great grandfather gave it to his first wife because sapphires were her favorite. It’s been passed down every generation since then.

“It’s beautiful,” Skyla whispers. “I’m sure she is going to love it.”

I can’t help but sneer, shaking my head as I slide off the car. I turn around, grabbing Skyla’s feet and dragging her to the edge of the hood. Snatching the box out of her hand, I shake my head.

“Liam, what’s—”

I cut her off by dropping to one knee, holding her hand in mine as I hold the box in my other.

“Skyla, I don’t give a fuck if someone loves it. I want you to love it. There is no one in the world I want to see wear this ring but you. It’s belonged to you from the moment I set my eyes on you.”

“Liam,” she says, her voice raspy and tears brimming her beautiful green eyes.

I slide the ring onto her finger, resting it just above her wedding ring from Asher. It looks good beside it, a little untraditional, but it’s perfect for her.

“I’m not even going to ask you to marry me if the circumstances were different. You don’t get a choice, babygirl. We are endgame. Who gives a fuck what a piece of paper says. I am yours, right here,” I say as I take her hand, covering my heart with it as I look up at her. “Forever.”

A tear falls as her mouth lifts into a smile before she drags me to her, pressing her lips to mine. Our kiss is hurried and frantic, like we can’t show each other how much we love one another fast enough.

“I love you, babygirl,” I say in between kisses.

“I know,” she says. “I love you too.”

“I know.” I nod as I pull away, gripping her neck tightly as I look at her. “We are going to make it out of this, together.”

“Together,” she nods.

I’m smiling like a fucking clown, thanking everyone that is congratulating me with a woman that is not my girl on my arm. Her hand is wrapped around my bicep, and her smile seems even more fake than mine, if you can imagine it. The new two carat diamond ring on her finger practically shimmers from the glitz and glamour that my family home has been turned into. My mom did always know how to throw a party.

I couldn’t give her my family ring, not when it looked so perfect on Skyla’s finger. So, I insisted she keep it, and I bought Maryia a new one, which she didn’t seem to mind, seeing as she could barely stop crying when I gave it to her.

Even now, at our engagement party, she can hardly keep the tears at bay. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Remember what we talked about. We’re friends. I want my friend happy. Maggie will be welcome over anytime.”

She gives me a grateful smile and nods. “I appreciate that. And same for Skyla. I really like her.”

I grin at that and nod. “Me too.”

Maryia giggles softly before sniffing back the next tears as my father comes up to us, my mother on his arm.

“Oh, would you just look at you two,” she beams. “The couple of the decade!”

I nod my head but don’t turn on the charm for them. They know where I stand among all this.

“Thank you for the wonderful party, Mrs. Walcott. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure, darling, and please, call me Alison.”

Maryia nods graciously and my eyes can’t help but drift away from present company. Skyla and Asher are currently slow dancing, spinning around and around in the room, smiling like a couple of lovesick fools. I can’t help but feel envious, feel left out. No offense to Maryia, but I don’t belong over here, I belong over there, with them.

“Excuse me a moment,” I say, slipping past my parents as I make my way over to Skyla and Asher.

As soon as the song ends and the crowd claps, I whisper into Asher’s ear.

“Coat closet off the mud room, now.”

He turns to me as I head towards the back of the house. I can feel Asher a few steps behind me and Skyla a few behind him. I don’t make eye contact with anyone as I weave through the crowd, casually separating myself from this God awful party before I reach the closet. Opening the door, I step inside as Asher and Skyla follow me in.

As soon as the door is shut and we are plunged into darkness, it’s like an unspoken agreement is set into motion. Instantly, my mouth is on someone’s. It takes me only half a second to recognize it as Skyla’s. I feel Asher kissing up and down my neck as Skyla’s hands move across my chest and down to my pants. Pulling my head from hers, I move to Asher, our tongues tangling as he cups my face and bites down on my bottom lip. He bites so hard I taste blood, but his tongue is quick to lick it away, groaning as he does.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I do not fucking like that bitch all over you.”

“Hey,” Skyla chastises. “Maryia is nice and she’s not all over him. She’s playing the part.”

Asher scoffs. “Why the fuck am I the only one not okay with someone else marrying our boyfriend?”

I grin at that, though no one can see me. I love it when he calls me that.

“I mean, to be fair, the two people I love married each other. Imagine how left out I feel?” I pout.

“Aw, you feel left out?” Asher teases. “Sky, how do you think we could make our boy feel included?”

I hear her soft chuckle, and I feel her hands on my pants, dragging them down to my ankles before a warm mouth wraps around my cock.

“Fuck,” I sigh as I rest my head on Asher’s shoulder.

He practically has to hold me up as I turn to complete Jell-O at the mercy of Skyla’s mouth.

“There you go.” Asher soothes. “Relax for us, let us take care of you.”

His hand runs a trail down my back, squeezing my ass before forcing a finger inside me. I cringe with the lack of lube before he slips inside and all I feel is pleasure.

“You like that?” Asher asks, nipping at my earlobe as he does.

“Uh, huh,” I moan.

“How is our girl doing? She taking care of you?”

“Fuck yes,” I pant as I thrust against Skyla and Asher.

She hums around me before releasing me with a pop and standing up. I hear some rustling of clothes before Asher removes his finger, pushing me into Skyla.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she says, her voice soft and breathy.

“Shit, don’t have to ask me twice,” I say as I lift Skyla’s already bare leg. I feel around to notice that her dress is bunched up around her waist. Such a good girl for me.

My cock finds her wet cunt instantly and it’s all too easy to slip inside.

“Fuckkk,” I groan.

“Liam,” she pants.

“Yeah, babygirl. Say my name,” I say through clenched teeth as I begin fucking her.

In the next second, I hear a bottle open, followed by a squirting sound. Despite not being able to see, I still turn in search of the sound before I feel a cold liquid spread over my asshole.

“Shit!” I yelp.

Asher chuckles as he covers me with lube.

“Why the fuck did you bring lube to my engagement party?” I ask.

“Because,” he says as his hands grab onto mine. “I figured you were going to need a reminder about who you belong to.”

With that, Asher snaps his hips, thrusting inside me and making me see stars. It burns for several seconds, but that doesn’t stop Asher from pushing inside me, rapidly fucking the shit out of me.

“Who do you belong to?” he grunts.

“You two,” I moan as I fuck Skyla to match his pace.

“That’s fucking right,” Asher says tightly. “You’re ours, right, Sky?”

“Yes!” she shouts, way too loud, honestly.

“Are you Maryia’s?” Asher practically snarls.

Honestly, his jealousy is kind of wild. I haven’t really seen him like this, at least not with me, besides some shit with Wesley. Pretty hot, not gonna lie.

“Fuck no. Just yours, Ash. Yours and Sky’s.”

His cock pushes deeper, hitting my prostate just right as he smacks the side of my ass. I clench around him and he groans.

“That’s fucking right. Now be a good boy and fill up our girl. Come in her cunt while I come in this ass.”

His filthy words spur me on and I begin fucking Skyla with wild abandon. I feel her orgasm coming several seconds before it finally hits, and when it does, she practically shakes the house with her screams. I cover my hand over her mouth to muffle it, but the next second, I’m falling over the edge, letting out my own moans of pleasure. Asher’s hand covers mine like a chain reaction as I empty my cum into Skyla.

“Fuck, you two are so good for me. All mine, all fucking mine,” he growls before his cock throbs in my ass and he comes.

“Shit,” he pants. “Fuck yes! This ass is so fucking greedy for my cum.”

I nod as he pushes his cum deeper and deeper, moaning through his release.

“Such a tight little ass. God, you milk my cock so good.”

Slowly, all movements stop, and all that can be heard is heavy panting. Eventually, Asher pulls out of me as I pull out of Skyla. I give my pocket square to Skyla, and she uses it to clean herself up as Asher hands me his.

“Thanks,” I smile.

“My pleasure,” Asher chuckles, placing a quick kiss to my cheek as we do the best to clean ourselves in this dark closet.

When we are all set and righted as we can be, we open the door, wincing at the bright light before filing out of the closet. Skyla runs a hand through her hair and Asher and I straighten our ties before we all share a secretive smirk. Alright, this party isn’t all bad, I guess.