CHAPTER FIVE
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ROSA’S POV
Tonight was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon days when I decided it was time to get off work and have some fun.
Well, it was Peter's idea of coming to the club tonight, and after finding out Liam was relocating to New York with his family, I knew I needed some liquid courage.
It's been a week since Eunice and I had that conversation over the phone, but I couldn't get my mind off it.
“Heard you are one rich and successful now, how surprising,” she had said disdainfully.
“Are you going to get straight to the point or should I cut the call?”
She scoffed. “Whatever. I just wanted to tell you to stay clear from Liam. I know you'd want to have your revenge on me and seduce him, but the fact remains that he loves me more than he'd ever loved you.”
“What makes you stupid enough to think I care?”
“Just making sure you remember he threw you out of his house because he had no feelings for you. Liam loves me. After I gave birth to triplets for him, he burnt down your room and built a new one for me.”
“You never mattered to him and you never will. Get that into your head.”
I gripped the phone tightly in contempt. “Don't ever try calling my line again!”
I looked out the window at the neon sign up ahead. I felt so stupid that part of me still cared about her words. It was five freaking years already.
I have no feelings for Liam. I couldn't care less if he loved Eunice.
God, I need liquid courage so bad.
“You okay, babe?” Peter touched the exposed skin on my lap.
I pushed his hand away. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
I got out of the car, adjusted my red velvet dress with a slit reaching my thigh, and fixed my lipstick. Peter stood by my side and helped with my hair.
I know the dress is too extra for a club, but I didn't care. Haven't done this in five years.
When we got in, the sound of Drake’s music filled the room. People moving their bodies, drinking, and making out. I headed for the bar and propped myself on a bar stool.
“Give me a mix of anything strong,” I ordered, forgetting I wasn't at work.
The pretty boy behind the counter didn't mind.
Peter was on his phone again as usual. “Soft drink for me. I mean someone would have to take her home.”
His eyes met mine. “Haven't seen you take alcohol since our first date.”
“I needed a break from work.”
He didn't look convinced. “Since when? Tell me the truth, babe.”
The truth was something I'd never admit. I successfully managed to change the topic before the pretty boy brought the shots.
I was on my third when Peter grabbed my arm, stopping me. I looked at him, feeling the urge to swing my fist at his face. I hated how reckless I was becoming.
“Okay, that's enough. You don't want to have a hangover.”
“I have enough time to regret that tomorrow.” I reached for the drink again but he grabbed my hand once more and drew me up from my seat.
I staggered, my vision blurring together.
“You are being a bully,” I yelled as he pulled me toward the dance floor.
“We aren't going to stay there drinking all night. We are here to have fun, aren't we?” He smirked, arms circling around my waist, pulling me close to his body.
I felt myself smiling slightly. I wrapped my arm around his neck and slowly we moved to the sound. Peter was hot — tanned skin, black short hair, rock-hard abs rubbing against my chest, and the face of a Greek god himself. Perfect grey eyes staring deep into mine with longing.
I didn't know if he loved me. I didn't even know the word love anymore since Liam abandoned me.
His nose brushed against mine, eyes gleaming with l**t. “I love you, baby. I love the way you look at me right now.”
I giggled at how insane that word sounded. Men always say what they don't understand.
“You want me, don't you?” I traced my hand against his lips, a grimace forming.
“We could do it in the car.”
I didn't even finish nodding when he gripped my hand and pulled us outside like there was an emergency. The car glass was tinted so no one could see us.
He was tearing off my clothes, our lips pressed violently against each other when my phone rang. I ignored it, grabbing his head and kissing him deeper. It was a mess, but when we were done, I lay n***d in the back seat, gripping my hair and panting.
He was good in bed honestly, but I still felt a part of me missing. We've had s*x over twenty times since we got together and I've never hit c****x before.
“I'm going to miss this when I go to Abu Dhabi, fuck.”
I stilled, blinking. “You are leaving again?”
He froze as if realizing what he just said. Before he could speak, I was already throwing my clothes on. Thank God the only decent conversations we'd had were about s*x. Men! Freaking losers.
“Baby—”
I grabbed my things and got out of the car. He called after me but I ignored him. My eyes stung, Eunice's words echoing fresh in my ears. I hadn't cried in five years and I wouldn't start now.
Maybe next time I'd find myself a w***e rather than a boyfriend.
By the time I was close to my home, I could see all the lights were on. The nanny was outside pacing around. I'd left Mickey with her. My heart jumped violently.
I ran towards her. When she saw me coming, she dropped to her knees and started crying.
“Madam, I'm sorry. I swear, I was calling you but you weren't picking.”
“Where's Mickey!” I practically shouted.
Her face blanched. My eyes widened, panic snapping sharply through my bones.
“Where the b****y hell is my son, Anna!!”
“He's at the… hospital… He fell from the balcony.”
I dropped to my knees.
“His toy fell and he wanted to get it. I told him to wait but he'd already jumped before I could….” She cried uncontrollably. “I… I was calling you and Madam Helena but no one picked, so I went through your contacts for help and saw Liam Carter's contact!”
I stared at her, not knowing whether to scream or strangle her w
ith my bare hands. “What have you done!” I screamed.
“Liam came immediately and rushed him to the hospital.”
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