Chapter 32. Saving Liam

“Come again?” Mitch mumbles with mental rejection, taking slow steps toward me.

I stand my ground. Becalmed. Dauntless like a derring-do. She has had enough of scaring me! I feel Liam’s strides coming toward me and he stops beside me. The sight of him and I like this strokes this bitch’s ass so bad, but she will have to deal with it.

“You heard me right, Mitch! You can not sue Liam!” I spit as she racks before me, gawking at me as if I were a lunatic.

And I can presume what she is about to spit next: that I am in no place to dictate to her what she should or shouldn't do. She probably is packaging dozens of revilements in her head as she stares at me.

“And who exactly are you to tell me what to do, huh?” She sneers.

I knew it! And I know what she is about to call me: a persona-non-grata, a whore, a dirt cheap mistress, a home-wrecker, name them all. I am ready to take them all as long as this plan of hers does not work.

“I know what you are