Chapter 182 Kelly II
Kelly raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward slightly, her fingers delicately tracing the rim of her glass. "Where do you know me from?"
Liam didn’t hesitate. He leaned back, arms stretched across the back of his chair as he replied casually, "Rap."
That was it. It hit him as soon as he saw her face. He’d seen her in her own multiple rap music videos, sometimes at the side of the big female artists, sometimes spitting a few lines herself. She had that street-chic aura, that confident look only someone who’d brushed shoulders with fame could wear. Liam’s mind flicked to Dickson, and he nearly laughed.
If Dickson was here, he’d be losing his damn mind. That guy practically worshiped any woman with thick thighs and a big ass, and Kelly checked those boxes in a way that wasn’t even up for debate. Hell, Dickson would probably try to build a shrine to her in the restaurant bathroom.
Kelly smiled bitterly, her lips curling just slightly as she nodded. "Yeah. That was me."
Liam glanced around the small, dimly lit restaurant they sat in. Greasy walls, cracked menu displays, and the constant background noise of pans clanging in the kitchen. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "So what’s someone like you doing in a place like this shit hole?"
She leaned back in her seat, folding one leg over the other, confidence radiating from her body. "Same reason you’re here."
That made Liam pause. His brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
She gave a sly little grin. "To escape."
Liam’s eyes narrowed further, his senses sharpening. He didn’t like people who talked in riddles. But before he could say anything, she added with a teasing tone, "And because the food slaps. This fried rice? Way better than any overpriced trash I’d get in those stuck-up influencer restaurants."
That earned her a short chuckle from Liam.