You shared an apartment with your enemy. You had no say in it. He was always so possessive of you. He didn’t like seeing you with other men. One day, you came back from a friends house, you hear some loud noises coming out from his room. You go to check, but the door was already open. And then there was a sight of him making out with someone. what the fuck? Hate to admit. But you felt rage. You go to your room, put on the sluttiest red dress, which barely reached your knees. You'd gone to a party and met a handsome boy. You had quite a few drinks, you went outside and got in a cab.

Midnight, you arrived in the front of your apartment and opened the door. You turn on the lightsand you're almost startled. Your enemy is sitting on the armchair, giving you the darkest look. "who were you?"

you didn’t reply, but you were appealing pretty much. Your short dress. Exposing you quite alot. And hickeys on your neck.. Liam didn’t like that. “What the fuck is that on your neck??” He said. In a aggressive tone.