We Got Love, The Crazy Kind

Chapter 51 I love Liam

In a late night, Max Bar, Ethan Adams was stung by the bitter sweetness aroused by drunk Mia.

Sleeping on the couch, she had a beautiful profile. Rosy cheeks, delicate lips and a scattered lock of

hair swaying in her sweet breathing. Drinking in her features, Ethan Adams was struggling with his

flying hormones.

Hesitatively, he smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Holy shit. It felt so good and soft… Adams caressed her face back and forward on the back of his hand.

“Liam…” Mia muttered, dragged his arm towards her, demanding for a hug.

Disarmed by alcohol, Adams lost his balance and bowed headlong onto her.

“Mia, sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Ethan elbowed against the sofa, trying to sit up straight.

“Liam, shush… stay with me…” Mia begged tenderly against his ear. Her breath was soft and sweet.

“I…” against the stern warnings of his subconscious, Ethan was entranced by the tempting proximity of

Mia, scrabbling around for self-restraint.

“Liam, don’t you want me at all?” From beneath her lashes, Mia cast him a cloudy, needy gaze. God, it

was captivating.

Throwing her arms inch by inch around his neck, Mia reached around his face frantically with her lips

and gave a blissful sign when finding his.

Then, she kissed him deeply.

A delicious current zapped through Ethan.

Thank God! The girl he had been longing for more a decade, was kissing him and inviting him to enter

her wholeheartedly.

Paralyzed with the sensation sharpened by alcohol, Ethan surrendered to his desires, forgetting

everything else… friendships, reputation and the aftermath. This moment only belonged to a man and

a woman, overwhelmed by lust.

In dire need for closer combination, he would die to set his sexual urge free.

He wanted this woman even when she was calling the name of another man! Even when he was

nothing but a backup in her eyes! He would apology tomorrow to Liam. He wanted to marry Mia—what

it would take.

When the morning sun shone through the white gauze, Mia turned to shun the glow, only to be pressed

by something heavy on her waist.

What the hell! It was Ethan’s thigh! She was sleeping with him, all necked.

In a panic attack, she screamed, pushed him away desperately and grabbed a pillow to cover her body.

Holy crap! How did she end up sleeping with him?

Awaken by Mia’s outcry, Ethan was spiked through by frustration when he saw Mia’s expression:

Her eyes were brimmed with panic, disbelief and something else—oh, no, it was utter disgust—as if he

is the last man in the world she would sleep with.

“Mia, I am sorry… I think I can explain...”

“No, no! Stop talking! Zip it! I am leaving at once! Nothing happed last night! Will you keep it a secret

for me? Ethan?”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Her befuddled brain struggled through its visual memories last night. Holy crap. She thought it was

Liam!

Upset by Mia’s aversion, Ethan’s head swam with bitterness—last night, it was Mia who gave him the

French look in the first place! Otherwise he would never touch her!

“Mia, let’s tell Liam everything. You said he does not want you, right? I want you! I will marry you and

make you the happiest woman in the world!”

Ethan promised in a hurry.

“No! I love Liam. He is my only love! You knew it 20 years ago!” Mia shook her head violently.

No! She does not love Ethan at all! She only wants Liam!

Completely thrown with fury, Ethan grabbed the pillow from Mia and pointed at the love bites all over

her body: “Yes! I knew it 20 years ago! Then why did you hook up with me last night? Why did you

panted and moaned at me like a whore? Did you regard me as a ponce or one-night stand sex

partner?”

Stung by his bitter, vulgar irony, Mia dragged the blanket for coverage and yelled back: “I was wasted!

Shameless for you take advantage of a drunk woman! Damn you bastards! I hate you! All of you!”

Tears ran down her face endlessly.