REDEMPTION | MAFIA ROMANCE | SMUT

CHAPTER THIRTY

Brad welcomed me back with a painful shoulder punch.

Nate asked if I needed assistance.

Cherry called me Alannah.

I gave her the middle finger.

Work became life's reasoning. I snapped up every shift, worked unsociable hours and fell asleep standing.

After three weeks, Liam found rectitude and self-discipline very difficult. He demanded I swing by his office each night where he'd pounce before one word passed my lips. His passionate kisses and overwhelming desire invigorated me. I let him take me against that locked door; I willingly bent over his desk and moaned his name as he fucked me.

"What did the boss want?" Josh asked, pouring ice blocks into three pitchers. "You look flustered."

I poured two white wines for the customer. "Just checking in," I told him, discerning Natalie's pointed awareness. "Nothing serious."

Josh believed my bullshit response.

Natalie smelt a rat.

I cared not.

Days rolled into weeks.

Weeks rolled into months.

Chloe loved living in the penthouse.

I overate ice cream.

"Baby," Liam whispered in my ear. "Do you need a ride home?".

Sporadic club lights and deafening music encircled. I smiled at the friendly customer, handing over four sambuca shots. "It depends," I teased, eyeing him over one shoulder. "Who is offering?"

Liam brushed a thumb over his bottom lip. "Your boss."

"My boss?" Hands sliding to my hips, I turned to face him. "I am not sure I like him very much."

"Really?" He grasped the bar top, caging me in. "You weren't saying that last night." Tugging my ear lobe between clenched teeth, he murmured, "Do you need a reminder?"

Recalling his head between my thighs, devouring me like a ravenous man, I blushed further shades of embarrassment. If we are not undressing in his office, he is crawling into my bed (technically, his bed) at night to consume every part of me.

Still, Liam has yet to stay at my side. Once he has finished fucking me into submission, a fused kiss, a short conversation, a goodnight departure. His indifference is somewhat deflating but expected. It's what we agreed on.

At work, however, he is becoming more careless. He often seeks attention, with or without the watchfulness of others. Like now, for instance. Josh is standing by the cash register, witnessing our heated exchange, but Liam is unmoved by the matter. It's almost as if he wanted people to know about us.

"Alexa?" Hand tightening on my hip, he whispered feather-light kisses to my neck. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Of course, I waited until Liam finished with the Suits and accepted his car journey back to the penthouse. The second we entered the penthouse, I kicked off the heels, jumped into his arms and demonstrated just how much I appreciated the ride home. He carried me to the master bedroom while we undressed, fell above me on the king-sized bed and coaxed me to moan his name with each invigorating pinnacle.

Living with Liam Warren is illogical, but neither of us seemed to care for reasonable explanations. Instead, we overlooked what some might consider abnormal and rolled with routine.

"I like these." Chloe lifted glitter-filled glass baubles. "Look, Hon. They are personalised."

I selected the delicate glass oval decoration, contemplating Liam's reaction. He'd frown upon Christmas sentiments, I am sure. My assured prognostication hadn't stopped me from purchasing, though. In fact, I bought everything on the shelf.