His Sub

Chapter twenty five

Leahs POV

I have somehow managed to avoid Liam over the past few days to my own general astonishment. Somehow. It drove me crazy, but I knew I was making him go absolutely wild when I had numerous people coming over and ringing my doorbell every few hours. I knew he could hear every 'ding dong' from each individual stepping through my door. I smirked to myself. I am thoroughly enjoying myself. My visitors have established friends of mine and they know what I am trying to accomplish but he need not know that.

I wanted, needed, Liam to realize he fucked me up, that his words didn't affect me. He needed to know that I did not look like a drunk lesbian girl crying a bucket because she lost her virginity to an ugly retard in a club. I sigh, wondering why on Jupiter was I trying to make him jealous when he made it pretty damn clear that he didn't give a fuck about me.

I rub my weary eyes with the back of my hand and smooth the creases out of my clothes. I was wearing a short white pencil skirt with a crop top of the same shade. I looked downright sexy. I usually do not dress like I'm begging for dick but ever since Liam, I was giving less of a fuck.I felt good sporting this because I knew I could pull it off. My golden hair was pinned to keep it out of my lightly made-up face but it was beautifully curled. Tia talked to me a few hours ago to inform me that she was taking me out. More like forcing me to come along unwillingly. But she didn't exactly say where...

I shut my purse with a click and walk out of my door. I bolt the door and deposit the keys into my purse. I detect a lock click open. Liam. He walks out. I glance at him for the first time in two weeks. He resembled hell. Like one of those weary old guards with pitchforks guarding the gates to hell. In movies, not that I would know from personal experience. His hair looked dry and stuck up at odd angles. Like he ran his hands through them vigorously in frustration. Or tossed and turned in bed for the entire two weeks. I was going with the first option. He had eyebags. He looks so fuckable with eyebags. 'Wait what? Get your mind of the gutter. He broke you and your pitiful heart. Do not think about his muscular arms or those eyes!'

He had been crying. I wanted to murder whoever made him cry. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. Yep, I'm suicidal. "Leah talk to me, please." He whispers loud enough for me to catch the whine under his breath. I bite my cherry-tainted bottom lip. I didn't want to cry. Not in front of him. "Why? Remember 'other bitches were always an option for you? You fucked up horribly. I should never even look at you again." I growl.

He dropped his head and his gaze to the tiled floor. "I know Leah." He hisses. "I'm here to tell you that I fucked up. You deserve an apology and an explanation." He continues. I put on my resting bitch face because I've been told I look quite intimidating with it. The expression in his eyes makes me want to forgive him and fall back at his feet again. The other part of me is screaming to stay because I'm going to end up like the mirror I broke three nights ago-  shattered, nearly impossible to fix with plenty of missing pieces, and I cut myself, hurt myself. On the mirror. We are talking about the mirror.

I huff and speak with a harsh, forceful and steady voice, "Absolutely fucking not Liam! You can't do this and then come back! I'm not a toy. I'm not a whore to just sleep around with. I didn't want to be your fuck buddy." I look him up and down with an angry smirk on my face, relishing In the fact that he looked like a mess and I looked like I was on top of my shit. "You were never my fuck bu-," I cut his whine out. "I'm nothing. I could never be anything to anyone. Least of all you." I spat in his face before stepping around him with my hair swishing like a boss. I handled that well!

I keep my head down as I trudge through the long, lingering halls to the elevator. How could I ever let anyone do this to me? Break me? And not once but two fucking times!! Keep your calm, Leah. Do not embarrass yourself. Do not let him have his satisfaction. That is what he wants. I take a deep breath which catches in my lungs and let it go. All I keep repeating in my head is "you mean so much more. He does not deserve you. You are smart, sexy, caring, and anybody's dream. You are made of titanium, bitch. You got this. Someone worthy enough for you will come when the time is right." I fucking hate him for what he's done to me and now he knows it.
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Okay but now it's really a question of can Liam and Leah fix this? At this point they seemed doomed😂
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