Page 41 of Bound in Debt
And I really want to know why.
VICTORIA: Why should I trust you over your nephew?
SAVIOR: Do you want to live or die, Victoria?
VICTORIA: That’s a stupid question.
SAVIOR: So was yours. Do you see Liam fighting off that dude that got to you last night? If it were up to me, he wouldn’t be breathing.
VICTORIA: And why should I believe a violin professor can deliver on that kind of promise?
SAVIOR: I can’t answer that in a text message, princess.
Because he’s done it before. Goosebumps prickle my arms. Has he murdered someone? Who? When?
SAVIOR: Meet me in the women’s bathroom.
My head shoots up, startling Liam mid-sentence as I scan the diner.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks. “I thought you said you wanted to go to Paris.”
“I do,” I quickly answer, having no clue what the hell he’s even talking about or why he brought it up. Lowering my phone, I start to slide out of the booth. “Ellie found the most beautiful wedding gown and she has to show me right now.”
“What?” His brows clash together. “We’re eating.”
“I’m just going to the restroom really quick so you can’t hear.” Liam’s arm shoots out to stop me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back to his side.
“You’re really going through with this?” He eyes me suspiciously, which is fair since just minutes ago I questioned his reasons.
Now I’m excited about wedding gowns.
Even Liam knows I’m not making sense.
“Do I have a choice, Liam? I can either work to accept it or bitch at you while I shove pancakes in my face. Which one do you prefer?”
He gives me an exasperated look. “You think marrying me will be that bad?”
When you’re lying to me and you’ve been a massive dick? Yeah.
“You’re taking me to Paris for our honeymoon?”
“Yes,” he drawls, allowing the pad of his thumb to brush along my skin. Absolute disgust runs through my veins, but I fight to keep a curious expression on my face and hide my revulsion. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
“You know I would.”
Liam taps at his lips with his free hand. “Then give me a kiss and show me you’re actually gonna marry me, because I’m still not buying it.”
“Kissing you won’t prove that I plan to show up at the altar.”
“It will to me.”
He’s so full of shit, it’s pathetic.
Liam must think I’m stupid. That I’m going to forgive and forget this little mishap and fall into some fairytale land where he’s going to provide while I live happily ever after.
Then you better make a decision, Vee.
Before my hesitation becomes too obvious, I lean over, quickly clasping my lips around his bottom lip before Liam can slide his disgusting tongue in my mouth. I take his lip between my teeth, pinching him in what I hope he thinks is a teasing way.
