Buried Wishes ✔

Chapter 36: Being Domestic as Fvck

Warning: Sexual content. This chapter has mature content that is very detailed. Proceed wtih caution!

~ [Evelyn] ~

"This is ridiculous. I didn't actually mean it when I said it," I muttered as Harper dragged me into the giant glass doors of Liam's workplace with her arm locked with mine.

"Okay, it's been weeks since he's told you that she started working with him. WEEKS, EV. What if she's still a b!tch in disguise? I did not suffer just to let you have him get stolen by some blonde hoe."

I pursed my lips as we halted and as I stared at her disapprovingly, I realized that this was a huge step up for her. After a ton of easing in, I had finally been able to get her and Liam in the same room with little to no awkwardness. To have her deliberately drag me to his office? Quite the improvement, I guess.

"Yeah, but the homemade brownies? I thought you were having an emotional breakdown or something. I didn't know I was making them for this dumb ass visit. I feel so fvcking Stepford," I held up the tupperware full of fudge brownies. I even made them the way she liked, with a little bit of white chocolate drizzled on each square.

"Yeah, girl! You have to show that b!tch you can cook and that you're domestic as hell with Liam," she encouraged while rubbing her belly for emphasis. I rolled my eyes as we made our way over to the steel elevators.

"He said she's changed, though. I'd be making a fool of myself, peeing on my territory when I don't need to." I shrugged.

"Okay, stop right there because I don't need to know your kinks and whatnot. Actually, I do, but now's not the time." She reached over to press the button for the elevator.

"Harper," I spoke, sounding serious, "Are you sure you're okay with seeing Liam? I don't want another hour of you roasting him with your endless insults."

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes at me as the elevator door opened. We both stepped in and as she reached over to press the button for the 19th floor. "I'm over it. I swear. I've been having casual sex and the orgasms are making me forget what his face even looks like."

"I don't know who you've been fvcking, but just make sure nothing trickles too far in while he tickles you with his pickle, okay?"

"Ev, we are literally on the same kind of pills," she stated as her arm locked onto mine tightly.

"Yeah, I know, but-"

"Let's deal with Grace first, alright? B!tch must be goddamn cozy with your man," she said loudly as the elevator door opened. We stepped out and headed toward Liam's office, which was open. At a glance, I was already uncomfortable with what I was seeing.

Liam was in his seat, focused on the document in front of him. Standing beside his desk chair was Grace, who obviously did not know the concept of personal space. She was resting her weight on her hand, which laid flat on the hard wooden desk. Her torso twisted in such a manner that her dull ass cleavage was pointed at Liam's cheek. His eyes remained on the document. Bless him.

"Ahem," Harper cleared her throat, sending a sharp rip of awkwardness through the silent room. "Wow, you guys look cozy."

Part of me wanted to cringe at how blatant she was being, but goddamn, I was thinking the same thing. They did look a bit cozy.

Liam's eyes shot up and stared at us in surprise. Grace immediately pulled away from him and I could see her try to hide her annoyance.

Same, girl. Same.