Chapter 7: Liam’s Celebration
Liam's POV
The sound of my phone ringing broke the silence of my penthouse. I smirked as I read Sophie's name on the screen. It was a perfect time. Who better to celebrate my newfound freedom with than the woman who had enabled me to achieve it?
"Sweetheart, I whispered into the phone. "Exactly who I wanted to talk to."
There was a pause at the other end. "Liam," she continued, her tone hesitant. "I... I don't think we should be chatting right now. After what happened with Diane—" I interrupted her with a laugh. "That is precisely why we should be talking. In fact, it goes beyond simply communicating. We should celebrate!"
"Celebrating?" Sophie's voice was a blend of perplexity and fascination.
"Oh, of course! Sophie, we are free. There won't be any more guilt or sneaking around. I want to savor every second of my newfound freedom with you as a single man.
I could practically hear her resolve weakening. "I don't know, Liam. It feels... wrong."
"Wrong?" I scoffed. "What's wrong is denying ourselves happiness. Come on, Sophie. Meet me at Euphoria in an hour. Let's paint the town red."
There was a long silence, and I wondered if she would refuse. But then I heard a gentle sigh. "Alright," she said. "One hour." I smiled triumphantly as I finished the call.
I entered Euphoria, the trendiest club in the city, an hour later. The bass shook my whole body as I moved toward the VIP area. I had just settled into the plush leather couch when I saw Sophie maneuvering the crowd.
"You came," I murmured, rising to greet her. I drew her close, my hands resting on her hips. "I knew you would come."