Liam's POV
The door had barely closed behind Jacob when it opened again. Lina stepped inside without waiting to be invited, her presence immediately drawing attention. She was dressed far too revealing for a workplace, her confidence obvious in the way she walked toward him, her hips swaying slightly with each step.
Liam looked up briefly, his expression already darkening with irritation before his gaze dropped back to the documents on his desk. "What do you want? I didn't call for you."
Lina didn't stop. Instead, she moved closer, her lips curving into a faint smile as she stood right in front of him. "Well, sir… I just thought you looked stressed."
That was when Liam finally looked up again, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her appearance. "Why are you dressed like that?"
She leaned in just enough to close the distance between them, her voice lowering into something softer, more suggestive. "It's for you."
Liam raised a brow, unimpressed. "And why would that be?"
Her hand slowly rested against his chest as she spoke. "You've been working too hard. I thought I could help you relax."
"Get out," Liam said immediately, his tone turning cold.
But Lina didn't listen. Instead, she leaned even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper near his ear as she insisted she could make him feel better. Before he could react properly, she closed the remaining distance and pressed her lips against his.
Liam stiffened, caught off guard for a split second.
And that was when the door opened.
Both of them froze.
Liam turned his head sharply toward the entrance—and everything changed the moment he saw her.
Hazel stood there, completely still. The cap in her hand slipped and fell to the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were fixed on them, wide with shock, disbelief, and something far more painful.
The silence in the room felt suffocating.
Lina straightened slowly, then glanced at Hazel with a slight frown, clearly confused. "And who are you?"
Hazel didn't hesitate, even though her voice carried a faint tremor. "I'm his girlfriend."
That was enough.
Liam immediately pushed Lina away from him, his attention snapping fully to Hazel. He stood up quickly, trying to close the distance between them. "Love, it's not what you think—"
But Hazel had already turned.
She walked out before he could finish.
"Sir, I—"
"Leave," Liam cut in sharply, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. "If you know what's good for you, get out."
Lina didn't argue this time. She hurried out, leaving the tension behind her.
Liam didn't waste another second. He went after Hazel, catching up to her just as she reached the elevator. He grabbed her wrist—not harshly, but firmly enough to stop her.
"Let go of me," she snapped, pulling against his grip. Her voice shook despite her attempt to sound strong. "So this is why you wanted me to come all the way here? You could've just broken up with me over the phone instead of putting on a show."
"No, that's not it—"
"Don't call me that," she cut him off immediately when he tried to speak again. Her eyes were already filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "If I didn't walk in, I would've never known. You looked like you were enjoying it."
"It's not what you think. Let me explain."
"What is there to explain?" she demanded, her voice rising now as the hurt finally broke through. "I saw everything. So what now? You kiss her, then come back to me like nothing happened?"
Liam's expression shifted.
The urgency in his eyes didn't disappear, but something darker surfaced beneath it—something possessive, something dangerous.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "So that's what you think?"
Hazel instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding. "Don't touch me."
But before she could move further, he pulled her toward him and led her quickly into his inner office. The door shut behind them, sealing the space in silence.
"Let go of me!" she struggled, pushing against him. "I don't want this!"
This time, Liam didn't react immediately.
Instead, he stopped.
He looked at her properly—her trembling hands, her teary eyes, the anger and hurt written all over her face—and something in him shifted again.
"You think I would do that to you?" he asked quietly.
Hazel didn't answer. She just stared at him, her silence louder than any words.
"I didn't kiss her," he continued, his voice calmer now, though still intense. "She kissed me. I didn't return it."
Hazel's expression flickered, but doubt remained.
"You expect me to believe that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper now.
Liam took a slow step closer, this time not forcing anything. "You don't have to believe me. But don't twist what you saw into something it wasn't."
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Hazel's emotions were a mess—anger, hurt, confusion—all tangled together. She wanted to walk away, to hate him for what she saw… but something kept holding her back.
And standing there in front of him, she realized something she wasn't ready to face.
She didn't know what to believe anymore, "what there to explain I saw with my own eyes,so you have sex with her just the way you do to me" she yell at him
his pleading face turned to a smirked. " you want me to have sex with you just the way I will fuck her...and so be it" " no, don't touch me...no no"
before she can move,he carried her to the inner office which has a bed and it's soundproof
he locked the door " now I shall grant you what you want" he started to take off her cloth while she struggles...
" stop it,I don't want this" " let me show you how I make love to those slut..." he got impatient and ripped off her clothes.
before she can process what was going on he kissed her on her lips and grabbed her breast.
he tore off her undies and saw she was dripping for him..." so beautiful " he thought
"but am going to make u scream my name and cum so many times for daddy"