Mystery Caller

Liam

Three days have passed now since I sent Amelie back to her parents place. Since then she hasn't returned my calls, nor have she replied to my messages. They were all marked as 'read' so I was sure she was fine. Her family were probably against her getting back together with me, and that might be the cause for the sudden silence.

Although I hadn't heard from Casmir for three days now, I was still against the idea of bringing Amelie back to London. Eventually Casmir would return, and I could tell he'll be coming prepared. I was yet to find the traitor who had sold me out to Casmir, and it was honestly driving me insane.

But the fact that I was yet to be thrown behind bars meant that the traitor was quiet, probably scheming and analyzing his next move. Or maybe waiting for Casmir to hold up his own part of whatever deal they had.

I had my suspicions, but didn't point fingers just yet. For the moment I was operating solo, and only with people who knew little to nothing about me.

A knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts and I turned towards the door with heightened awareness. It was a few minutes past nine pm, who could possibly be at the door by this time. I didn't call for Anna, and I hadn't ordered anything either.

Slowly I got up from the sofa and walked towards the door stealthily. From the peep hole I recognized the face standing outside and I immediately hurried to open the door.

"Amelie?" I outed in shock. "What on earth are you doing here?" She pushed past me angrily, but didn't say a word until she was settled on the sofa.

"What's the matter? Why'd you call me back so suddenly?" Amelie asked with a determined look and an arched brow.

The hair on my skin jolted up reflexively upon hearing her question. "I didn't call you." I informed. Just like me, her eyes widened expressively in both shock and fear, but I immediately calmed her down.

"Don't panic, it's probably a mistake."

Her eyes glared into mine intently, but I maintained my composure. If I showed any signs of fear then she might actually lose her mind. My mind was racing, and so was my heart. The tension in the air kept growing every passing second and it was soul crushing.

"Who called me then? If it wasn't you, who was it?"

Right now I had no answers to that question, but I could tell this had something to do with Casmir. His intentions were perfectly clear, but I'll never let him succeed.

"I called you, I was drunk so it must have been by accident." I lied. This was the only possible way to keep Amelie from losing her mind. But it came at the cost of her losing her trust in me. Slowly she backed away from me as though I was the enemy, but I didn't mind. She took those backward steps because I said something about being drunk.

I rolled my eyes at her puerile reaction before turning towards the door. For a while now I didn't find it necessary to have security around, but now I was honestly reconsidering that decision.

"You've been drinking?" Amelie asked, her voice laced with concern and fear at the same time.

"Not much." I answered before turning towards her, my eyes fixated on her beady ones. "Casmir's been driving me over the edge lately. I didn't mean to go overboard and prank call you. " I explained.

Her eyes darted away from mine and quickly surveyed the room for alcohol bottles but found none. "You're lying aren't you?" I froze in my tracks, I hadn't thought that lie through. "You called me four hours ago Liam, there's no way you would be sober all of a sudden. You don't reek of alcohol, and you most definitely didn't sound drunk over the phone. What's going on?!"

I was lost for words at the moment, my mind raced to find a suitable answer to give but found none. I had very little tolerance for alcohol, and if anybody knew about that, it was definitely Amelie. She was right, I never recovered from the effects of alcohol until the following morning, and four hours was just too short for a heavily drunk Liam.

"I didn't want you to panic." I explained. "I didn't call you, but I can guess Casmir did so. I know how you feel about him, I had to lie so you won't lose it."

She scoffed at my explanation, her eyes filled with emotions that were threatening to burst open. I took a wide stride forward towards her and embraced her lips with mine before she could complain.

"I'm sorry.." I whispered after I felt her angered breath fall. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's alright..." I heard her say softly to me. "....I'm not upset." She added while she gently tried to push herself away from my embrace.

I held her back and pulled her even closer. There was no need trying to escape me, I wish she could understand that faster. Her hard breasts pressed against my lower chest and my lips traced down her nape. There was something wildly erotic about her presence and touch. Her hands pressed against my chest trying to resist, but ultimately failed against my strength.

She gave in after a short struggle and deepened the kiss. Although this wasn't the time to be indulging in sex, I couldn't resist when she was in sync with me.

I moved to her lips, then her neck, and ultimately her breasts. Her hands slid into my hair and she pulled gently to help her with the overwhelming pleasure.

I scooped her as though she weighed nothing and laid her down on the couch. I felt her tremble as my hand went down on her, bringing her exquisite vaginal pleasure. Gently I brushed and surveyed through the depths of her warmth, while my tongue ravaged and explored the delicacy of her mouth.

"Liam..."

My name was a soft moan, one said with intense passion and desire. Acting in demands of her body language, I stripped myself of my clothings and braced her with my body warmth.

Involuntarily, her thighs shuddered in response to the warmth of my arousal on her bare skin. Shrouded by the urge of our bodily demands, I thrust into her without warning.

Fiercely she wrapped herself around me, her arms and legs, holding me down in a lock that I couldn't resist. My eyes stared down in her desire filled ones, yet I couldn't see quite clearly. I was drowning in pleasure, engulfed by an avalanche of passion and desire, and unable to escape.

"Yes Liam, yes!" She moaned, arching and twisting as I drove in and out of her with profound expertise.

My fingers dug into the leather sofa and I gripped it tightly while I groaned onto her bosom. I could only feel this way with her; an escape from reality. Her cries filled the air and were accompanied by my groans.

I collapsed down on her, half dazed by the whole experience.

"Your family, were they okay with you coming back to London?" I asked as I stroked her hair gently.

"Yes." She answered quietly.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No." A lazy reply came. She was tired, I could tell. She had just reached after a three hour ride, and I had worn-out the little energy she had left. I kissed her lips gently and watched as she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

All this was to get her pregnant, I felt bad that I was doing this while making her think they were deeper emotions attached to it. As long as I played my cards well, I was certain Amelie would fall in love with me once more, and agree to carry my baby. She was my trump card in this battle, and the only one who could secure me victory.