Chapter 2The Unusual Boyfriend

I was still lost in the warm, fuzzy memories of my favorite enemy-turned-lover story when Liam’s voice shattered the quiet.

"T-Two years?!"

He clutched his chest as if he’d been shot, his voice ragged with hysteria. "Two years... and I'm still not the official one?"

His outburst startled me. "Liam, what are you yelling about? The 'official one'? What are you trying to be the official one of?"

He stared at me for a moment, a look of profound sorrow in his eyes. He slowly tightened his grip on the teacup in his hand. "So... you're the one who won't let go of him."

I frowned, completely bewildered, my gaze dropping to the cup. And then it clicked.

"That's right," I said, a wave of relief washing over me. "I won't let you."

He's always under so much pressure at work, and insomnia is his constant companion. So, I have a strict no-caffeine-after-noon rule for him. I was glad he remembered that little detail, even if nothing else.

He, however, did not look glad at all. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he stared at me like a tragic lover, used and then cruelly cast aside, every strand of his hair radiating betrayal.

"Nina," he choked out, "I never thought... I never thought this is what we'd become."

I couldn't help but smile shyly. "I never thought so either. It just goes to show you, fate is a funny thing."

"...Fate?" Liam’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer. "Is this fate? This? This is... this is an outrage, it's—"

He broke off, turning away to rub furiously at the corner of his eye.

A flicker of disappointment went through me; for a second, I thought he was about to say something sweet. But then again, this was Liam. He was an unshakeable ice king in high school, and his career as a ruthless CEO had only made him more concise.

Which is why, for the past two years, my favorite pastime was coaxing dirty talk out of him in bed. I lived for the sight of that blush creeping up his neck as he lost himself to me, his composure shattering.

And if I really put in the effort… I could wring a few low, desperate gasps from between those clenched teeth.