A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 40

“Seriously, Noras, how long have we been dating?”

I grumbled as Liam took me with him through the chaos. “For too long, apparently.”

“Two years.” He responded, ignoring my comment with an annoyed expression on his face. “After two years, I can guarantee I can feel when you cry.”

o his familiar chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck, starting to move as best we could in the limited space.

elvis, to his musky aftershave, everything about Liam was comfortable.

ort I felt with those few words. “If I get hit, I will report you.”

ps hoping to absorb some of his mostly positive mood. “Return it. You’ll get more money.”

ou tell him I had a

in a low tone. “Now how far is that?”

e against him, letting an annoyed growl escape my mouth.

large puppy. “Noras?”

th me,” he ordered in a low voice, “at the table. With me.”

t expression possible. “I’m fine here. Thanks anyway.”

Nor

contact with Liam’s arm and I shook my head. “I’m going to

brought his arm closer, and for a second I thought he was going to take me in his arms and dance with me, just like he wanted, but ins

pointment, then annoyance. I turned around to Liam and grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him towards me and practically forcing him to dance with me. “Well,” he said amusedly. “I guess that didn’t go very well.”

dance with me?”

little, yes.”

icing the worst moves I could remember from middle school. He continued to tease me and try to make me smile.

reen eyes as they looked at me from across the room and his knuckles were white from holding the edge of the table.

ing again, too angry to care that Henris was watching me from afar. We danced as best we could, given that Liam was more t

waving,

ced. “Now

ual smiles. “Too drunk, I’d fall to

lling?”

t to bump into the other people who were dancing while keeping the rhythm, but we failed when, once laughing

to hold him

ng to kill me if I don’t

ou’re going to die anyway.” I

ed slightly as he led through the crowd with one

We’re l

staying here. And I’m going to dance with other people because you don’t want to dance with me. So you have ab

h his

d could barely comprehend him. So I spat out the eloquent “Go

d. He turned around without a word and walked out of the club. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides and his right shoulders were pushed back. People moved out of his way, and if they

he doors into the cold New York air and continued to

could you

that!” I stuttered. “You can’t leave like t

comes within a meter?” Is that how it works?” He said

myself away, wiping away

under my eyes. “Stop,

”

and then you say

tarted crying, so I took you in. You

e it’s messing with my head.” I

th all the guys looking in your

a gin and tonic stained shirt. They immediately looked away when Henris sent glances

with

e.”

ys so calm when I want to yell at you. And you think you can control every f*****g bitter

t’s exactly what you’re doing anyway. You change your mood in a f*****g blink of an eye and I can’t get

h a troubled expression on his face. I stared at the less interesting tarmac and tried to hold back the tears that had quickly formed on my eyelash line i

ble am,” he began in

hat,

hair, I screamed: “Beca

he was; it’s as if the ner

lips, which almost sounded like a sob. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That I’m pathetically, hopelessly in love with you and

eath from his mouth. “Noras…”

relationship, please don’t