Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 144

She’d had a little too much to drink. 

A bunch of local ruffians came in, saw her, and started making unwanted advances. 

It was lewd jokes at first, then one of them started groping her. 

Kayleigh was alone and helpless. 

If Liam hadn’t come to her rescue, she was s 

sure much worse could have happened to her. 

Relieved and grateful, she offered to buy him a drink. 

They struck up a conversation. 

One thing led to another, and they spent the night together. 

She thought it was a stroke of good luck that led her to meet him, that it was kismet. 

But now come to think of it, she started to recall details she’d neglected at the time. 

She’d chosen the bar at random. 

It was a quiet, quaint watering hole with a friendly bartender. 

The ruffians did not look like regular patrons. 

And they seemed to be headed straight for her, right at the moment when the bartender disappeared into a backroom. 

Liam’s appearance had been timely. 

But now she realised that maybe it was timed. 

“The first time we met…‘ Kayleigh asked hesitantly. “The ruffians, the harassment, you bailing me out. Did you…did you stage it all?” 

Liam rewarded her with another brilliant smile. ‘Bravo, you finally figured it out after two years. I was wondering how much longer it was going to take.” 

Kayleigh’s heart sank 

She had posed the question hoping for a reply in the negative. 

Two years ago, she’d just made her debut in showbiz. 

She was not exactly a nobody, but definitely not important enough for someone to go through all that trouble of staging a ‘hero to the rescue‘ scene. 

“Why?” Her voice had gone hoarse. 

‘Can’t you figure that out yourself?‘ 

Liam came up to her, glass in hand. 

He wrapped the other hand around her waist. ‘Do you think I’d be interested in you if you had nothing to do with McCarthy, hmm?” 

Kayleigh’s mind went blank. 

“You…you wanted to use me to get close to Austyn?” 

Liam shrugged. ‘Sure, that was the plan. But I’ve since changed my mind.” 

Kayleigh looked up at him with uncomprehending eyes. 

*I approached you because I thought you were important to McCarthy, but I realised that I was barking up the wrong 

tree.” 

Liam tilted her chin up with one finger. ‘You’re a woman of no consequence. McCarthy doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t even like you. Dollars to doughnuts, he won’t bat an eye if I tell him I’ve been sleeping with you.‘ 

He leaned in, his breath scented with the fruity white wine, his words laced with malice. 

*So, Kayleigh dear, you have proven to be a useless weapon against McCarthy, and you overheard something you shouldn’t. What do you think I should do with you, hmm?” 

His voice was sincere, as if he was genuinely keen to hear her answer. 

Kayleigh’s heart beat wildly against her ribcage. 

Her forehead and palms were covered with sweat. 

It was taking all her will to not scream. 

‘L…Liam…‘ She clutched his arms. ‘I won’t say a word to anyone, I swear! I’ll forget I ever heard anything.” 

Her voice shook. ‘Please, we’ve known each other for two years, I thought you were my friend. Could you please let me go, just this once? I promise I won’t tell a soul!‘ 

Kayleigh was filled with immense fear and regret. She should never have come here. 

Her Diabolical Plan 

She should have listened to Hylda and ignored what the Mills woman said. 

But at the moment, she had been so enraged at getting called a mistress that she forgot everything else. 

All she could think of was coming to Liam and asking for his help in teaching that bitch a lesson. 

But now she was caught up in something she couldn’t talk her way out of. 

Or, could she? 

Kayleigh forced herself to calm down and kicked her brain into high gear. 

Liam was the one who suggested that she approach Hewitt and talk her into leaving Austyn. 

She went along with the plan and didn’t ask too many questions because the outcome benefited her as well. 

But now she knew Liam was trying to get to Austyn. 

She still didn’t know why, but there was no way she could ask him now. 

She already knew too much as it was. 

But maybe she could use it to her advantage. 

How, though? 

Kayleigh racked her brain, keeping an eye on Liam’s hand. 

He was sipping at his white wine. 

The pale yellow fluid kept disappearing, like a liquid version of an hourglass. 

A sixth sense told her that when the bottom was up, so was her time. 

She couldn’t let Liam drain the glass. 

Liam, who seemed to read her mind, toyed with her by tilting the glass as if to finish 

“I can help you!‘ she blurted.