Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 235: Threesome

Liam stepped out of the car and looked back through the window at Clara in the driver’s seat.

"Later," he said.

She smiled at him, warm and easy, her blonde hair falling across her shoulder in the afternoon light. "Later."

He closed the door.

He turned toward his building and stopped.

The Phantom was parked directly in front of the entrance, black and completely still, sitting on the street the way it always sat, like the street had been arranged around it rather than the other way around.

He had taken two steps toward the building when the door opened and Elena stepped out.

Dark fitted blazer over a silk blouse, the neckline sitting low, her hair down around her shoulders, gold earrings catching the last of the afternoon light.

She looked the way she always looked, put together in a way that suggested the alternative had never been an option.

She was already moving toward him before he reached her.

"I’m shocked to see you," Liam said.

"I’m not in the mood," she said. Her voice was flat in a way it didn’t usually get. Not cold exactly. Just stripped of its usual warmth, like something had taken it down to the frame. "We need to talk."

Liam looked at her properly.

Something was sitting behind her expression that wasn’t the composed Elena he knew. Something tighter.

Something that had been carrying itself around all day and was now standing on a pavement in front of him and needed somewhere to put it.

"What’s wrong?" he said.

She opened her mouth.

Arms came around Liam from behind.

Both of them, warm and familiar, wrapping through his from the back, and a chin appeared near his shoulder.

Liam closed his eyes for exactly one second.

Then he opened them.

Elena’s eyes had moved past him and were doing the specific work of taking something in and categorizing it and arriving at a position on it very quickly.

"Liam." Clara’s voice, bright and completely unbothered by whatever she had walked into. Her arms were still through his, her chin near his shoulder, her blonde hair falling forward. "Who’s this?"

She was looking at Elena with a smile on her face that was entirely genuine and entirely unaware of its own timing.

Elena looked at her.

She looked at Clara the way you looked at something that had appeared somewhere it had no business appearing.

The assessment ran quickly behind her eyes. The blonde hair. The blue eyes. The pale yellow sundress with the neckline that sat generously low, the thin fabric doing very little to contain the big boobs underneath it.

Clara pressed her boobs against Liam’s arm from behind and the sundress was pressed against Clara and Elena took all of this in without her expression moving a single millimeter.

Liam turned his head toward Clara. "I thought you left."

"I was about to," she said, still smiling at Elena. "But then I saw you talking to the pretty woman so I came over." She looked at him. "Who is she?"

"She’s—"

"Who," Elena said, her eyes moving from Clara’s face to Liam’s, "is this bimbo that just rudely interrupted our conversation."

Clara’s smile dropped.

Her mouth opened.

"Bimbo?" she said.

"Yes," Elena said. Same tone. Same expression. Like she had said something completely unremarkable.

"Okay." Liam raised both hands. "Everyone stop."

He looked at Clara.

The smile was gone and her blue eyes had sharpened considerably.

He looked at Elena.

Her expression had not changed at all, which was somehow more unsettling than if it had changed dramatically.

He looked back at Clara. "I genuinely thought you were leaving."

"I told you," Clara said, her eyes still pointed at Elena, "I saw you talking to her." She pulled her arms from his and crossed them over her chest instead. "So I came back."

Liam looked at her standing there with her arms crossed and her jaw set and her blue eyes doing something he had not previously seen them do.

He put his hand on her head.

He didn’t decide to do it.

His hand just went there, settling on top of her blonde hair, and he moved it once in the slow automatic way of someone trying to take the temperature down on something before it boiled.

Clara’s expression softened by a fraction.

Elena’s eyes moved to his hand on Clara’s head.

Something happened in them.

It was fast. Less than a second.

But he caught it, the specific quality of it, and it was not something he had seen in Elena’s eyes before and seeing it now made him very aware of his hand and what it was doing and he slowed it immediately and then stopped it altogether, his hand coming to rest on top of Clara’s head and staying there without moving.

Elena was already looking somewhere else, her expression completely composed, giving nothing back.

Liam cleared his throat.

"Elena," he said, "this is Clara." He looked at Clara. "Clara, this is Elena."

Silence.

Clara looked at Elena. Elena looked at a point just past Clara’s left ear.

The pavement held the weight of this between them without comment.

"We should go inside," Elena said, turning to Liam. "I’d like to talk to you."

Liam looked at her.

She never came to his place.

In all the time he had known her, the lake house was where they went, the Phantom, restaurants, anywhere that was hers or neutral.

His apartment was not a place Elena came to and she knew that he knew that and the fact that she was suggesting it now told him something about whatever she was carrying.

"Yeah," he said. "Okay. Let’s go up."

"I want to come too," Clara said immediately.

Elena turned and looked at her. "You can go home."

"It’s late," Clara said. "I don’t want to drive alone. It’s not safe."

"I’ll have my driver take you home."

Liam opened his mouth.

"I don’t trust your driver," Clara said before he got there. Her voice was completely pleasant. "I don’t know him. I don’t follow strangers."

"He’s very trustworthy," Elena said.

"I’m sure he is," Clara said, still pleasant. "But I don’t know that personally."

They looked at each other.

The pavement had nothing to contribute.

Elena turned and walked toward the building entrance.

Clara looked at Liam.

Liam looked at Clara.

She reached out and took his hand, her fingers finding his, and they followed Elena inside.

On their way to Liam’s apartment room.

The elevator was standard building elevator.

Fit four people comfortably.

Fit three people and whatever was currently happening between these three people in a way that was considerably less comfortable. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Liam stood in the middle.

On his left, Clara had her hand in his, her fingers easy and relaxed, her shoulder against his arm. She was looking at the elevator doors with the expression of someone who was processing new information and doing it quietly for once.

On his right, Elena stood with her hands at her sides, her eyes on the floor indicator above the doors, her posture exactly as it always was.

The doors closed.

The elevator started moving.

Liam found the floor indicator and kept his eyes there.

Then Elena’s hand moved.

From her side, finding his right hand, her fingers closing around it without announcement or ceremony.

Just her hand taking his the way it sometimes did, quiet and certain, like it had decided and was done deciding.

Liam looked down at it.

Then he looked at her.

She was still watching the floor indicator.

Her expression was forward and composed and she was not looking at him.

Then at the floor indicator.

’Okay,’ he thought.

The elevator reached his floor and the doors opened and all three of them stepped out into the corridor.

Clara released his hand naturally, the way you released something when you were done with it for now.

Elena released his hand deliberately, each finger lifting in sequence, and then her hand was at her side again and she was walking toward his door like nothing had happened in that elevator.

Liam followed them both to his door.

Elena reached into her bag.

A key came out.

She put it in the lock and turned it and pushed the door open.

Clara stopped.

She turned and looked at Liam with her mouth slightly open and her blue eyes very wide and the expression of someone who has just witnessed something that requires an immediate accounting.

"She has a key," Clara said. "To your door."

Liam’s face was doing something that he had no ability to manage or correct.

Elena glanced back at Clara over her shoulder and the corner of her mouth moved. Not a full smile. Just the corner of it, for less than a second, and then she turned and walked inside.

"Let’s just go in," Liam said.

Clara looked at the open door.

Then at him. Then she pressed her lips together and walked in.

He followed them both inside.

Inside,

Liam’s apartment was how he had left it. Clean enough.

Elena crossed the room directly to the couch.

She sat down the way she sat everywhere, completely composed, one leg crossing over the other, her blazer settling around her.

She looked at the cushion to her immediate left and pressed her hand to it once.

Liam walked over and sat where she had indicated.

Clara stood at the entrance of the main room for approximately one second, taking in the apartment, the lamp, the couch, Elena sitting on it with her hand still resting where she had patted.

Then she crossed the room and sat down on Liam’s other side.

Elena looked at the space Clara had just placed herself in.

"Good," she said.

Nobody said anything for a moment.

Liam sat between them and felt what was happening in the room in a very specific way that had nothing to do with temperature.

On his left, Clara sat with her shopping bags near her feet and her hands in her lap and her blue eyes moving around the apartment, reading it, landing on the bottle on the coffee table, moving to the lamp, moving to Elena.

On his right, Elena sat with her hands folded in her lap and her gold earrings catching the lamplight and her expression completely closed, giving nothing to the room.

Liam stood up.

Time stopped.

The lamp light went flat. Clara froze mid breath, her chest still, her eyes locked on a point across the room.

Elena’s expression locked in place, the composed mask of it frozen exactly where it was. Every sound from outside cut away completely, the city going silent behind the windows.

A notification appeared directly in front of him.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[Threesome Probability: 80%]

[Does host wish to proceed?] fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

[YES / NO]

Liam read it.

He read it again.

He looked at Elena frozen on his right.

Her composed expression that had been carrying something heavy all day and had grabbed his hand in an elevator without looking at him.

He looked at Clara frozen on his left. The pale yellow sundress. locked mid-movement.

The shopping bags from their afternoon sitting at her feet.

He looked back at the notification.

’A threesome,’ he thought. ’Are you serious right now. Both of them. At the same time. In my apartment.’

He tapped YES before he finished the thought.

[Confirmed.]

[Recommendation: Offer them a drink.]

Liam looked at the recommendation.

’A drink,’ he thought. ’Okay. Simple. Where do I get a drink from?’

The question played in his head before he remembered that Sofia brought him a drink.

Time resumed.

Sound came back.

Clara finished her breath and her eyes continued their movement around the room. Elena’s expression returned to its normal operating state.

Liam stood in the middle of his apartment and looked at both of them.

"Who wants a drink?" he said.