Page 92 of Second Chance with the Enemy CEO
“Please, call me Decker.”
“Decker,” I say, forcing a polite smile. “How are you?”
“Better now that I have seen you. Looking as stunning as always,” he says, his eyes scan me in a way that makes me want to poke them out.
“Um, thanks?”
“I would have called, but my conference extended for far longer than expected.”
“It’s all good,” I say, keeping my tone light.
“I must admit,” he continues, his smile fading slightly, “I was rather pained and shocked when I got back, excited for our long-planned date, only to find out you’re with Callahan now.”
I blink. “I,…”
“But, of course, he swoops in, doesn’t he?” Decker’s tone sharpens, a thinly veiled bitterness coating his words. “You know, I do not understand why women always settle for the shiny distraction when they could have the real thing. It is always the big-shot CEOs who think they can have whatever they want.”
Before I can respond, Liam’s voice cuts through the air behind me. “And we use that to our advantage. Is everything all right here?”
I jump slightly, turning to find him standing a few feet away, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.
“Everything’s fine,” Decker says, straightening up.
Liam walks over, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. He kisses the top of my head and says, “I believe you’ve met Miss McKee, right, Decker?”
“Yes, I have,” Decker replies, his tone slower and more cautious now.
“Well, let me reintroduce her,” Liam says with a smirk, “she is Hazel McKee. My forever.”
My cheeks burn, and I glare up at him. Did he just call me his forever in front of Decker? Really?
Decker mutters something and excuses himself, leaving Liam and me alone. As soon as he is gone, I shove Liam lightly in the chest. “That was so cringe. ‘My forever?’ Really?”
He grins down at me. “Are you not ‘my forever’?”
I roll my eyes. “We are still a long way from achieving that, buddy. Now, where to next? I am starving.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” he says as we step into the car. “I know the perfect place to feed you.”
Twenty minutes later, we parked outside his house. I frown, looking at him. “This is your house. Why are we outside your house?”
“You’ll see,” he says, ushering me inside.
The moment we are through the door, he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses me. It is soft and sweet, leaving me slightly dazed when we pull apart.
“What was that for?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” He counters, his voice low and warm.
I narrow my eyes on him. “You say that, but you totally have a reason.”
He smirks. “Fine. I kissed you because I have been thinking about it all day.”
Before I can respond, my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud grumble.
We both burst into laughter.
“Let’s feed the monsters in there,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before heading to the kitchen.
