Page 51 of Fifth Avenue Fling

I see red.

The cold stone slabs are like ice under my feet as I step out of the doorway, ripping the flowers from his hands.

Then I whack. I whack, and I whack, and I whack.

He’s not expecting it. He stops mid-wail, replacing the singing with grunts.

There’s no stopping me. Spewing curses at him, I bash him again and again over the head with the flowers. Petals are flying everywhere, and I don’t care.

“You make me crazy, Cloooodagh! You’re driving me out of my mind,” Liam wails under the flowers. His breath smells like he’s just given a pig a blow job.

I yank him by the arm and drag him down the steps with surprising strength.

“What the hell is going on?”

Dread hits me at the sound of the low, gravelly voice.

I turn, ass clenched in terror, to see a half-dazed, half-angry Quinn in low-hanging boxers glaring at me. He runs a hand through his dark hair.

Too close to the fantasy.

His eyes pierce through mine, fury building as he takes in the shit show on his doorstep.

“I’m so sorr—”

Arms wrap around my legs, and a drunken Liam lifts me off my feet before I finish.

I let out a piercing scream as he stumbles to his feet and hoists me over his shoulders until I’m fully airborne. Liam is strong. He works in construction. Even in his drunken state, he easily lifts me. With one arm, he pushes me into the fireman’s lift. I flop down on his back until my face is against his butt.

What the fuck is happening?

My pj shorts eat my crack.

“I’m taking you back to Queens,” Liam shouts as a deafening alarm sounds. The police?

No, it’s Quinn’s house alarm.

Kill me now.

I swing over Liam’s shoulders like a rag doll, blood rushing to my head.

Quinn shouts something, but I can’t make it out with my head banging against Liam’s butt.

“Put me down!” I rasp, beating his back with my fists.

He’s on the move. I feel every footstep he takes in my throat. He’s going to drop me, and I’m going to land on my head. “Liam, put me the fuck down.Now.”

The house alarm drowns out my cries.Everyone on the street must have woken up now from the noise.

Liam’s making good speed down the street as I hang upside down, watching the stones of the pavement move beneath me.

I’m past angry.

To make this ordeal worse, this must be the least flattering viewpoint of my ass.

I just want Liam to let me down so I can put some clothes on, pack my belongings, go to Orla, and put this terrible experience behind me.

I’mfreezing.

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