Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
Chapter 85- Big liar

Chapter 85: Chapter 85- Big liar

Morrison wanted exactly this effect. Lilian sitting so far from him like he was some kind of monster — no way. Now he was her man. This kind of close, intimate closeness was how they should be together.

On the other end, Dave had no idea what was really going on over here. Hearing Morrison cut off mid-sentence, he asked impatiently,

"What happened between her and Karl?"

Morrison, still holding Lilian, smoothed over his earlier words casually:

"They’re just kids playing house — no real feelings involved, so no heartbreak either."

Then he added,

"But since you want her to go to A.T. for a while, I’ll definitely approve her leave."

Lilian finally relaxed a bit hearing that.

Dave was about to hang up but Morrison added,

"You’ve got everything set in A.T. now, right? I haven’t even been there to check it out. I’ll come along, so I can look after the little lady on the way."

Lilian nearly lost it. She glared daggers at him, gritting her teeth.

"You—"

But she didn’t dare protest loudly.

Dave asked on the phone,

"You’re coming too?"

"Yeah, I heard there’s a lot of business opportunities in A.T., thought I’d check it out."

Morrison said it like it was nothing.

"Oh, and by the way, save me a guest room in your place."

What a shameless demand.

Morrison knew Lilian would stay at Dave’s house when she went to A.T., so he made the first move and asked to stay there himself.

Lilian felt like crying. She was going to A.T. to get away from him, but he was stubbornly following along.

In frustration, she bit the wrist holding the phone.

He was just too much. Waaah.

Lilian bit down hard. Morrison hissed in pain but quickly relaxed, sitting steady as she nibbled.

She hadn’t expected him to let her bite without fighting back. She’d only done it out of anger. Seeing him calm like that made her feel guilty and tender all at once.

Her little face flushed with regret, worry, and... a strange kind of affection.

Morrison noticed everything — his lips curled into a wider, sly smile.

The girl hadn’t bitten hard — she must care for him.

"A.T. has plenty of high-end hotels. Why are you staying at my place? That’s too inconvenient. You better book a hotel yourself."

Dave firmly rejected Morrison’s request.

For Dave, his house was all women besides himself — Laurent, Lilian, and his daughter — so Morrison staying there was just too awkward.

Lilian tried to get off Morrison’s lap, but he wouldn’t let go.

His large hand gripped her waist tightly, holding her down as he argued with Dave on the phone.

"How can you be so ungrateful? You forgot who stayed at my place when Laurent was heartbroken?"

When Dave had once stayed over at Morrison’s, Lilian had been there too.

It was her first time visiting Morrison’s home; he had wanted to cook for her, but her devastated brother interrupted. She’d run off in fright.

Thinking of these memories stunned Lilian — she hadn’t realized they had so much history.

Dave responded,

"That was because you were a bachelor with no family. My house is full of women now. If Lilian comes, it’ll be a madhouse."

Morrison insisted on staying at Dave’s,

"I think it’s convenient. First, Laurent’s your wife — friend’s wife is off limits. Second, your daughter is only four; I’m not that creepy. As for Lilian—"

Morrison paused, looking mischievously at Lilian in his arms.

Lilian glared at him, warning silently: don’t say anything stupid!

Morrison smiled and told Dave,

"She’s just a little girl — nothing for me to covet."

"So, you can rest assured."

He sounded completely serious — lying with a perfectly straight face.

Lilian had worried he’d reveal their relationship, but he just threw out that line casually.

No "coveting"? Then who was the one who’d worn her out so much she barely left the bed today?

Liar! Big liar!

"Alright, I have other matters to attend to. Arrange her lodging for now. We’ll talk more once she arrives."

Morrison ended the call, his focus now entirely on the girl in his arms.

Watching her biting her lips and glaring at him, he just wanted to kiss her.

Tossing the phone aside, he tightened his hold and leaned in close, flashing a mischievous smile.

"Bit me just now, huh?"

Lilian snorted, and he laughed again, his voice low and teasing,

"Then I’m gonna bite you back."

He leaned forward to nip her lips, bite her neck, and suck her earlobe.

Lilian pushed and dodged,

"Didn’t you just say you had no interest in ’coveting’ me?"

Morrison smiled, his handsome lips lingering near hers.

"Do you really want me to tell your brother I have designs on you?"

With that, he captured her soft lips completely, tasting and teasing, patient and insistent. His large hands pressed her delicate frame tightly against him, never letting her go.

In front of them was a lavish feast, but Morrison barely noticed. Nothing looked as delicious as she did — he wanted to strip her bare and devour her piece by piece.

Lilian was powerless under his kisses, finally clutching his shoulders and gasping,

"I... I’m starving. I want to eat..."

She had been stubbornly refusing food just to spite him, but now she could only use eating as an excuse to escape his relentless kisses.

At last, Morrison released her, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire.

"If you’re hungry, then eat quickly."

Trying to act stubborn and not eat? One move from him was all it took to make her obedient.

Lilian was still too young and innocent — there was no way she could escape his grasp.

Free at last, she hurriedly slid off his lap, fussing with her disheveled clothes as she crossed to sit opposite him. She hated how every kiss messed up her outfit.

And truly, she was hungry. Without another word, she lowered her head and started eating in big bites.

Morrison ate alongside her. After they finished, hotel staff came to tidy the room. Once everything was neat and clean again, the two sat facing each other in the chairs — as awkward as could be.

Of course, only Lilian felt awkward. Morrison was thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Not ready to give up, Lilian asked,

"Did you really cancel my room?"

If he did, how was she supposed to spend the long night in his room?

She had overslept in the afternoon and wasn’t sleepy at all now.

And if he wanted to continue with that kind of thing, she was determined to refuse.

She was exhausted — her whole body ached.

Morrison raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

"Still not giving up?"

The little girl was still dreaming she could avoid living with him?

Lilian pursed her lips. Morrison added,

"You’ll find out soon enough if your room’s really cancelled."

Lilian frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Why did his smile feel so mischievous?

Morrison didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, watching her like she was some amusing puzzle he couldn’t wait to solve.

Lilian tugged at the hem of her shirt, clearly uncomfortable under his gaze.

Silence stretched between them.

Then Morrison tilted his head, voice casual, almost lazy.

"You’re welcome to sleep on the floor if that makes you feel safer."

Lilian gave him a sharp look.

"I’m not a stray cat."

He smirked.

"No. Stray cats usually come and go. You—" He paused. "You’re staying."

Her heart skipped. Why did that sound... final?