Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 57: Fun

KIAN

I am spiraling and it is worse than I thought it would be. Seven weeks since I let him go, and seven weeks since I have been on my edge. I regret letting him go when I had the perfect chance to crush him and be done with it.

If I had crushed him that day in the cathedral then...I wouldn’t have him live rent-free in my head and gnaw at my soul like he is right now. Not even Yasmin’s death haunted me like Liam’s memories are haunting haunting me.

It’s almost like I am the second version of myself when Yasmin died. No, even worse. Bloodshot eyes, purplish-black bags under my eyes, deep grooves on my face, and slightly tousled hair. I have been in a foul mood since Vivana took Liam back with her, snapping at everyone around me, even Jennifer.

I don’t remember acting like this when Yasmin died in the Great War because of Eiden’s betrayal. I was just mourning for a year. I was a little devastated, I knew I would never get her back and I had a little relief that I had killed her murderer. But I had my shits together. My temper wasn’t all over the place. My schedules weren’t scrambled. And I definitely didn’t snap on Jennifer.

Liam...is different. His absence is driving me crazy. I know he is out here somewhere, but I can’t see him, I can’t touch him, and I can’t show him how much I hate him and how much I need to ruin him. This is the worst.

Jennifer has dragged me to Solaryn to celebrate the king’s birthday. I have been attending since I became the Supreme Commander just out of courtesy and for the sake of politics. Otherwise, the Cold War between the two Kingdoms would have blown into a deadly war by now.

I insisted that I use teleportation crystal to go there before the night of the feast but Jennifer had forbidden me to. She said teleportation crystals are extremely rare, and she has already used two stones in a short time.

I don’t remember seeing Liam during this feast ever. I Have been attending for years now. Then again, if I had seen him here before, we would never have to spend those times together, he wouldn’t live rent-free in my head twenty-four-seven and I wouldn’t spiral.

For the first time in my life, I wonder if Liam lives here as I walk down the empty hallway of the palace. I don’t expect Liam to be here. He was never here. There is no reason he will be here this year as well.

Until I am proven wrong.

My breath catches as my eyes zero on the figure standing a few good meters away from me. My heart clenches and a familiar heat passes my eyes. Anger, frustration, hostility, and hate fight for domination within me.

"Liam," I say, it is more like a realization than a question.

Liam’s back snaps straight as he whips around. Our eyes meet, and my heart leaps. A wave of emotions washes over me, but I don’t let it show other than the corner of my lips twitching up.

A look of surprise flashes across Liam’s pale face. He looks paler than the last time I saw him, making the barely detectable bruises on his face look uglier. He looks tired but his military uniform hugs his figure flawlessly. I can’t help but be surprised at who he actually is.

The surprise in Liam’s emerald eyes hardens as his eyes narrow at him, alerted. My smirk widens as I slowly approach him with my purposeful strides. He doesn’t move from his place, nor does he take his eyes off me.

This is more like the Liam I know. Unyielding and as stubborn as fuck.

I stand before him, leaving a few inches between us as I asses him. I lean down as I speak directly into his ears.

"Hello, my dear enemy...or host?" My voice is lethally soft as I place my forearm on the wall beside his head, my eyes boring into his.

"Why are you here?" Liam hisses, his eyes blazing.

"Why you ask?" A soft chuckle rises to my throat, "I was invited here. You know what? I thought I would never get to see the mysterious third prince Eiden adored so dearly." My hand reaches out, and I trail my forefinger down the side of his face, my touch leather light. The same excitement and resentment unfurls in the pit of my stomach.

Liam eyes my finger and I feel a cold touch of a sharp knife on the pulse point of my throat.

"Do not touch me." He says, his voice dropping to a dangerous decibel.

My smile widens and I grab his wrist. With one swift motion, I spin him around, press his chest against the wall, pin one wrist on his back and the other one above his head, my knees spreading his legs apart and pressing them on the wall.

"Say, Liam," I speak softly to his ear, my hot breath brushing against his nape, "did you think you escaped me? Never. I am never letting you go. I will hunt you down from the depth of hell if I have to."

Liam lets out a soft gasp of surprise as he starts to struggle against me. My cock strains against my pants as I hold him in place. Of course, the horny bastard still shows in his ass. And I, too, can’t deny the hatred only turns me on even more. But I don’t press my groin against him. I have no desire to let him know how much he turns me on.

My grips tighten around him a friction before I let him go and take a huge step away from him.

Liam almost slumps against the wall as I am not holding him up anymore. But he quickly whirls around, pulling himself together, his breathing a little raged.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snarls.

I grin, "I will be here for a few days, Your Highness. We can play then." I wink at him before walking away, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

The fun starts now.