Chapter 241 Fun, Finance & Fuckery III
The bar was lit up like a neon dream—glowing liquor bottles lined the shelves, fluorescent underlighting pulsed beneath the counter, and the heavy bass from the club floor made the glasses tremble with every beat. Liam leaned against the sleek marble edge of the bar, exhaling slowly as he scanned the horizon of bodies dancing in the haze.
He didn’t bother looking at the menu.
"Something strong," he told the bartender, voice low but commanding.
The man behind the bar gave him a quick nod and turned to his craft, grabbing a tall glass and reaching for an amber bottle that looked expensive. Liam didn’t care what it was. He just wanted the burn—something to push away the noise, the stares, the weight of everything.
But before the drink was even half-poured, she arrived.
A tall woman slid beside him, her wide curls bouncing with every confident step. She didn’t hesitate. No introduction, no shy glances. She leaned into him, her perfume sweet and potent, her voice a sultry hum.
"Hey, handsome," she said, her lips brushing close to his ear as she pressed lightly against his side.
Liam turned slightly, brow arching. Bold.
She smiled up at him, her dark eyes full of heat. One arm snaked around his neck as if they were old lovers reuniting. Her lips grazed his cheek in a slow, deliberate kiss—more for effect than affection. Her hand, perfectly manicured, draped against his chest like she owned it.
Liam didn’t flinch. He didn’t push her away—not immediately. But as the bartender slid his drink across the counter, Liam moved. Calm, fluid.
He reached up, gently peeled her hand off his neck like removing a stray leaf, turned his back to her, and grabbed the glass.