Player's Guide To Catfishing (PLAYBOOK #1)

CHAPTER 71: Always read the fine print

ODESSA

"We're not getting back together are we?"

Liam and I are in my bathtub. When I woke to find him staring, he suggested a bath to ease the aching on my lady bits since this was my first time having raw sex.

He also ate me out in the name of aiding the aching and it was nice. The raw sex too, very intimate but Liam's too big and without a condom he was insatiable and no matter what he didn't stop.

And I freaking loved every minute of it.

Mrs. Viscount (America's mother) is going to kill us—mainly me—but it was totally worth it. The aching included because its still the best sex ever.

"Do you want to?" I hook my fingers with his large ones, "get back together that is."

I might still love the guy but dating seems like jumping the gun a bit especially considering he is leaving soon.

He might think I get my Liam scoops from America or Tommy but baby Neels is the main source in my life. The little rascal would say anything to turn me against his brother.

"Is water clear and does the sun look yellow?" Liam kisses my ring finger and lifts his eyes to stare at me.

"Both are debatable theories," I rest my face on his knee and just look at him.

I could spend the rest of my life looking at Liam Griffith and his perfect light grey eyes, his perfect tan skin and his perfect bouncy golden hair.

Wait.

I could spend the rest of my life looking, kissing and being with Liam Griffith.

"You didn't get me a birthday gift," I remind him.

He sent a text and returned my wedding ring through Tommy but I never responded to it which means he technically didn't get me a gift.

"I was 19 the last time you were deliciously inside me," he smiles against my mouth and moves a wet strand off my cheek. "Now I am 20, living alone and still you never got me a gift. At least I flew out for you."

His birthday was a disastrous weekend but nonetheless, fun was had and he didn't spend it drifting in and out of his mind through two birthday parties like I did.

"Okay honey, what does the Russian mob princess want for her 20th year?" A perfect kiss is placed on my jaw.

"Marry me." I look him in the eye to show him how serious I am.

"Vecker—" his eyes dilate.

"I don't mean now or in the next year," honestly I don't mean soon. "I mean later when we're not in fucking Oakwood and miserable or out of our minds. Just promise me when it's all over, you'll be the one standing at the altar."

Not Chase Hidalgo or any other mob descendant.

Not some blonde girl with huge boobs he was supposed to be with.

"And this time, it'll be real and we'll be sober and sound of mind and most importantly we will remember it."

I have no doubt that Liam Griffith is the one for me. I had troubles about accepting it but it being true was never in question.

Ever.

"Vecker—"

"Promise that I will wear white because mama will lose her mind if I get married in a green hooker dress again," I move closer. "And that our families will be there to completely embarrass us at the reception and we'll be completely sloshed out of our minds at the end of it all" as we celebrate with our friends.