Liam’s voice was rough, his eyes on my rain-soaked clothes. “Damn, why are you always so… compliant?” I handed the bag to Liam, who was leaning against the doorframe. “The 0.01mm ones you wanted.” As he took it, he smirked, his fingers deliberately brushing mine. “She’s not here yet. Why don’t we use them first?” I froze, and he chuckled. “Just kidding. I’ve set you up with someone for next Wednesday. You’ve been with me for years; I don’t want to see you mistreated. You’ll go, right?” Liam’s tone was conversational, but there was an undertone of careless pressure in his eyes. He didn’t actually want to avoid “mistreating” me. He was clearly just worried about his first love, Chloe, finding out about us when she returned from abroad, so he wanted to get rid of me before then. My curled fingertips tightened sharply. I forced myself to look up, feigning composure. “Just send me the address, please.” He noticed the polite distance in my voice. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but only for a second. Rainwater dripped from my hair onto my collarbone, making me shiver from the cold. I stammered, “It’s getting late. I should go.” “Wait.” Liam walked into the living room and returned with a Burberry shawl. He wrapped me tightly in it, leaving only my slightly damp eyes visible. In my fluster, I looked up to thank him, only to meet his suddenly darkened gaze. His thumb was still resting on the shawl’s collar, not yet withdrawn. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he abruptly said, “Stay tonight?” I paused, then blurted out, “But isn’t someone else coming…” He cut me off before I could finish, pressing his knuckles against my head, his voice tinged with impatience. “You actually believed that?” “Do you really think I’m some kind of promiscuous jerk?” “All these years, who else has been in my life besides you?” Liam held me in bed, and as my consciousness blurred, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “This is our last time.” “Chloe is coming back.” “I don’t want her to suspect anything about us, so you’ll go to that social event, won’t you?” He finally spoke the truth. In a surge of anger, I bit down hard on his shoulder.
Liam’s stamina was simply astounding. The whole ‘men past their prime at 25’ thing? Total myth for him. It wasn’t until the morning mist peeking through the curtain gaps had turned pale that he finally ended our session and headed to the bathroom. As the sound of the shower started, I picked up my clothes from the floor and went to the guest bedroom. This had been our unspoken rule for five years. Liam was a light sleeper and didn’t like anyone beside him. So, no matter how exhausted or drained he left me, I always dragged myself to the guest room afterward, clinging to the last shred of my strength. The next day, I woke up well past nine. As I rushed downstairs after getting ready, I saw Liam returning from his workout. He wore a white tank top, his shoulder and back muscles sculpted and powerful. “Maria left breakfast for you.” I quickly waved my hand. “I’m going to be late for work, and I still need to catch the subway.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t I just drive you?” I was putting on my shoes by the entryway and instinctively blurted out, “No!” “My promotion results are coming out today. If my colleagues see me getting out of the CEO’s car, I’d never live it down, even if I had ten mouths.” Liam’s motion of twisting the cap off his water bottle paused. The air suddenly went silent for a moment. A beat later, he let out a soft laugh. “Fine, suit yourself.” Before I left, Liam called out to me and handed me a business card. “Your date for next week’s setup.” A buzzing sound filled my ears, dragging me back to reality. One night of intimacy had almost made me forget. Last night, the reason I’d agreed to bring him the condoms was to finally tell him I wanted to end our five-year, undefined relationship. Afraid he’d think I was still clinging on, I reached out and took the business card. The sharp edges of the plastic card dug painfully into the skin between my thumb and forefinger. My nose felt a little blocked, and I softly mumbled, “Okay.” “I’ll go.” Over the years, I always stayed at Liam’s house on weekends. Initially, I’d lugged in big bags filled with changes of clothes and countless bottles of skincare products. He found it bothersome, me moving things back and forth, so he eventually had someone build a vanity table specifically for my things. This day, as I was leaving, I took all those things with me. And the pink slippers I usually wore by the entryway, and the nightgown in the closet. As I did all of this, Liam quietly leaned against the doorframe, watching me, his eyes holding an emotion I couldn’t decipher. When I had finished packing and said goodbye, I told him, “From now on, we’re strictly professional.” Seeing through my concerns, Liam scoffed softly. “Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you.”
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