Chapter 44. Gross Reception

“What were you doing in there? Been screaming your name for minutes, hun!” I hear that bitch’s voice as I finish cleaning myself up with the Soviets.

Hun? Since when? And what is that annoying cheese-like tone? Trying to play some lovey-dovey games to fool her fucking guests? I reckon she is even clinging to my Liam’s arm or fixing the nothingness on his tee just to show off. Bitch!

“Uuuu! Spare us, will you?"

Spare us?

From what?

Silence!

There is no voice from that witch, and these parrots of hers are just cheering; only the devil knows what. I detest those shrieking sounds! They are making my ears itch! I fix my hair and walk out feeling so raw and content, and...

And dumbstruck!

The heartbreaking visual perception of Liam and Mitch embracing together and their lips pressed so iniquitously against each other impairs my visual sense for a minute.

Holly fuck!

I slam my back on the closed kitchen door the minut