Let’s Do This
Let’s Do This
Raven
Ihad told Zack the plan and filled Damon in yesterday.
We were going to do this at eleven pm tonight.
However, I was feeling extremely confused.
There were so many things that were eating me up inside, from the pain I felt in my chest when I remembered Damon’s pictures to the way Liam had treated me.
When I had gone to bid Kia farewell, the way Aunty Red had remarked that I had just missed Liam was almost as if she suspected something was up. I just remained smooth and blew it off.
I was adjusting my dark pink ribbed top when there was a knock on the door. Who was that?
I walked over to it, pulling it open. My smile vanished the moment I saw Liam standing there.
Like always, he looked like a Greek god in grey pants and a black and white graphic tee that stuck to his body like it was painted on, along with black boots.
Why did he look so damn good? He had his hands in his pockets.
His intense cerulean eyes trailed over me slowly.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious about my fitted, clingy top, with a V-neck that I knew showed off a hint of cleavage, and my black fitted jeggings.
I saw his eyes darken with desire, lingering on my neck before they slowly met mine.
My heart thundered, and I clenched my jaw, trying not to fall for the hold he had upon me. If he thought I was going to let him do that again, then he was in for a reality wake-up call. Last time he took me by surprise, but not this time.
Can I help you?” I asked. I wouldn’t lie, it hurt remembering what he did yesterday. I hadn’t been able to sleep properly last night, thanks to that and the damn photos. For a moment, I wondered if he had sent me them, but I pushed the thought away. It wasn’t something Liam would do.
“Can we talk?” Came his sexy husky voice.
“Isn’t that what we are doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to act like he had no effect on me. He clenched his jaw, looking away and frowning. I tried not to let his scent, or his very appearance, get to me.
“What I did yesterday… I’m sorry. I lost control, and I know I fucking shouldn’t have done what I did. It was a dick move,” he said quietly. I looked up at him. Really, Blue Eyes? Do you realise that now?
“It was, but you are literally making a lot of dick moves. Liam, I get…” I glanced down the hallway.
After those images, I didn’t trust anyone who may be listening.
I jerked my head towards my room, brushing back my bangs that fell in my eyes.
Stepping back, I allowed him in and shut the door.
I looked up at him. Once again, I wondered who had sent those pictures.
It couldn’t be Robyn either, as she was in the pictures…
“You were saying?” His husky voice brought me back to the present.
“I get that you care for me, but you can’t go around doing things you’re going to regret later. Liam, do you know Damon is worried about you? He’s trying to be the patient one for you. Don’t you get it? You are the one-”
“Tell me, Raven, if, say, the roles were reversed… and not you but your mate was mated to another, would you have accepted it?”
The image of Robyn and Damon together made my heart ache, but… if it meant his happiness, yes, I could accept it. I looked up at Liam and smiled sadly.
“Yeah. It would hurt, but I’d understand because I wouldn’t want to hurt him,” I whispered. I had been through so much pain in life, and it seemed Selene wasn’t done.
“We are going in fucking circles,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Maybe you can accept it, but I won’t.” He reached over, running his fingers through my hair, making my heart thunder. I moved back, only for his eyes to flash a magnetic blue as he backed me against the wall.
“Liam, you need to stop doing this,” I said firmly, but my voice just came out pitchy and breathy. I didn’t want to touch him, knowing those dreaded sparks would throw me off.
“I won’t ever stop because I’ve staked my claim on you.”
“I am not yours to claim, I don’t belong-” His eyes flashed as he pressed a finger to my lips, making my breath hitch.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say those words. You are mine,” he added dangerously, his finger running over my lips, making my heart thud violently.
My stomach was fluttering with nerves, and, when he placed his other hand on the wall, that sexy smirk crossed his face.
I knew if I let him continue, he’d make me forget everything.
“I am yours, Liam… but I’m also someone else’s. Can we not just be happy?” I asked, taking hold of his wrist, slowly tugging his hand away from my lips and holding it to my chest. My heart was pounding loudly, and I knew he could hear it.
I could tell he was getting irritated again.
I took a deep breath, raising his hand to my lips and kissing it softly, hoping it calmed him.
Something told me I needed to approach him lovingly.
There was something about him that seemed to snap at times, like he went from calm to suddenly angry and aggressive.
That seemed to work; his eyes softened, and, for the first time, I saw the storm of pain in those bright, dazzling blue orbs of his, but it was gone in seconds, his walls raised once again.
It had been enough, enough to show he was struggling…
“Two mates means another man would get to fuck you,” he said dangerously, but the embarrassment that hit me at those words made me forget everything. Don’t go there! Oh my god! My dream was bad enough!
“Did you need to mention that?” I hissed, mortified. He cocked a brow.
“What? Sex is sex, darling, and I am not okay with my mate being with anyone else.” Thinking of sex with Liam was making my head feel light.
Oh my god, let’s not talk about this. He took hold of my chin once again, tilting my head upwards.
“I can’t share you.” His hand left the wall, slowly running his fingers up my thigh and onto my hip and waist, making my heart pound like crazy. My core throbbed, and I swallowed hard.
“Let’s figure this out together,” I whispered softly.
“Do you think one sit down is going to solve things?” His husky reply came, his gaze dipping to my chest.
“No, but at least we can talk without our anger and ego getting in the way,” I replied. I couldn’t breathe…
“Fine,” he said, taking me by surprise before he moved away.
“What?” I asked, shocked. He raised an eyebrow, drawing my attention to his scar, wondering how he got it.
We might all be together... but Liam and I hadn’t even talked properly yet.
After this talk, I promised I would give him some time, too.
I wanted to break down that wall of hatred he had built around himself.
“I said fine. Call him. Let’s get this talk over and done with,” he said icily.
Damn… I was glad that he suggested it, but now my plan to get Zack to lock us in the cells was gone- which meant if Liam wanted to run off, he easily could.
“What’s wrong, Bite-size? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked coldly.
I nodded, mind-linking Damon to come to the packhouse and telling Zack there’d been a change of plans. His ‘Good luck, you got this’ didn’t give me any consolation.
“Let’s go to my office,” Liam said coldly before walking out.
I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. This was about to happen... but what about me? What did I want to say? Was I going to be able to even speak?
It didn’t matter. Tonight, we needed to at least try to talk this out…
Ten minutes later, Damon arrived and entered Liam’s office, shutting the door behind him.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” I said. Our eyes met as Liam took a seat at his desk, placing his legs on the table and crossing them at the ankle. The arrogance and power that exuded from him were dizzying, yet at the same time, he looked incredibly handsome.
Damon dropped onto one of the seats opposite, one leg stretched out, resting his elbow on the arm rest. I could feel his aura too, and although it was nowhere near as strong as Liam’s, it was powerful.
Yet there was something warm and welcoming about it.
He was dressed in black Nike jogging bottoms, a matching hoodie, and Nike sneakers. So different…
Both were gorgeous... they both pulled at me, and once again, Al’s words rang in my head.
The fear that there was no way for all three of us to work ate up at me.
Both of them were watching me. I wished I had grabbed the largest hoodie I could find to hide in.
Their gazes were intense. I felt so damn small and bare.
“For two people who wanted to fucking talk, you’re pretty silent,” Liam remarked, reaching into his desk drawer and taking out a small knife that he began playing with.
“I’ll start…” I said, smiling brightly.
I was standing at the end of the desk, looking at both men. Liam simply raised an eyebrow as if he was bored already. Argh, he is such an asshat!
You got this, Damon said through the link.
Thanks, I replied.
“Okay... first, let’s put how we feel on the table. No anger, no judgement, let’s not even think we’re mates, just how you feel on the topic… please…” I said.
“Ladies first,” Liam said, spinning the knife and throwing it up before catching the blade between his teeth, making my heart pound at how dangerous that was. Goddess!
“Okay, you’re distracting me, Liam,” I said pointedly. He simply gave me a sexy, arrogant smirk.
“Good.” I shook my head and looked at the table instead.
“I get that this is hard for both of you. In this scenario, you are both connected to me, not each other,” I said softly.
“I… I want this to work… but I won’t lie, I don’t know how.
Damon is willing to make it work, but Liam, you don’t want to.
I, myself, know how confusing this is... if it was a three-way mate-”
“Fuck gross,” Damon cringed.
“No fucking way,” Liam shuddered.
“There is nothing wrong with two men being mated,” I said, displeased.