Chapter 469: Chapter 469 Charlotte’s Daring Move

Liam leaned back slightly on the stool, his fingers resting loosely around the glass while his eyes stayed on the bartender. He didn’t rush her, didn’t push, he just watched the way she moved, the confidence in her steps, the way she leaned forward just a little too much when serving people, like she knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed every second of it. The white shirt clung to her skin, sheer enough that it left very little to imagination, and under the dim lights of the club it only made things worse in the best way possible.

She noticed his eyes again, of course she did, and this time she didn’t pretend otherwise. A slow smile spread across her lips as she leaned one hand on the counter, bending slightly toward him, just enough to close the distance.

"You keep looking like that," she said softly, her voice smooth, almost teasing, "and I might start charging you for it."

Liam let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh. He didn’t look away, not even for a second.

"Then I guess I’ll have to make it worth your time," he replied calmly.

There was something about the way he spoke, something steady and controlled, like he wasn’t even trying and yet everything he said landed exactly where it needed to. It made her pause for just a second longer than she should have.

She straightened a little, studying him properly now.

"Dangerous," she muttered under her breath, though there was a hint of amusement in it.

Liam didn’t respond to that. Instead, he tapped the counter lightly with his fingers, then nodded toward the crowd behind her.

"You’ve been here long enough," he said, voice low, "you must know how things run around here."

She tilted her head, curious now, her eyes narrowing just slightly as she tried to read him.

"Maybe I do," she said. "Maybe I don’t. Depends on who’s asking."

Liam leaned forward a bit this time, just enough to close that invisible gap between them. His tone didn’t change, but there was a subtle weight behind his words now.

"Someone who doesn’t like wasting time. I need to find Draco."

That made her chuckle, a soft sound that blended into the music but still reached him clearly.

"Straight to the point," she said. "I like that."

She reached for a glass, wiping it slowly even though it was already clean, her eyes never leaving his face.

"But you’re asking the wrong way."

Liam frowned slightly, not in confusion but more like mild annoyance.

"And what’s the right way?" he asked.

She leaned in again, closer this time, her voice dropping just enough that it wouldn’t carry beyond the counter.

"You don’t ask about him," she said. "Not directly. Not like this."

Her finger tapped lightly against the counter between them.

"People notice. And trust me, in a place like this, you don’t want to be noticed for the wrong reasons."

Liam’s gaze shifted briefly, scanning the crowd again, but this time slower, more careful. He wasn’t just looking anymore, he was observing. The way certain people stood, the way some weren’t drinking at all, the way eyes flicked around even when they pretended not to care.

Then he looked back at her.

"So you’re saying I should stop asking questions."

She smiled again, but this time it was different, a little sharper.

"I’m saying," she replied, "if you keep doing what you’re doing, someone’s going to report you before you even get close to what you want."

Liam exhaled slowly, then picked up his drink and took a small sip. He didn’t react to the taste, didn’t even care what it was. His mind was already moving ahead.

"Then help me," he said simply.

That caught her off guard.

She blinked once, then laughed, shaking her head.

"Help you?" she repeated. "You don’t even know me."

Liam shrugged slightly.

"You don’t need to," he said. "You already know more than enough."

There was a pause.

For the first time since he sat down, she didn’t have an immediate reply. Her eyes searched his face, trying to figure out if he was serious or just playing some game. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You’re bold," she said after a moment.

"I’m efficient," Liam corrected.

She let out a small breath through her nose, almost impressed despite herself.

"Even if I wanted to help you," she said, "it’s not that simple."

Liam didn’t speak. He just waited.

She glanced over her shoulder, checking something behind the bar, then leaned closer again.

"You don’t find him," she said quietly. "He finds you."

Liam’s eyes narrowed just slightly.

"And how does that happen?" he asked.

Her lips curved again, that same knowing look returning.

"You make yourself interesting," she said.

Liam held her gaze, processing that.

Around them, the music pulsed harder, bodies moved closer, the energy in the room rising as the night pushed forward. Somewhere in the distance, laughter mixed with something darker, something more reckless.

Then she straightened again, like the moment was over.

"But honestly," she added, her tone returning to something lighter, "I think you should just enjoy your night."

Liam set his glass down.

"I didn’t come here to enjoy myself."

She raised a brow.

"Everyone says that," she replied. "Until they forget why they came."

Liam stood up slowly, his expression calm, unreadable.

"Not me."

She watched him for a second, then shook her head with a soft smile.

"Your funeral," she said.

As Liam turned away from the bar, her voice followed him one last time.

"Just remember," she added, "they’re already watching."

Liam turned back at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as his finger tapped hard on the table, the pain from the wrapped and bloodied joint shooting up his arm. "Can you get me where he is?" he asked, his voice low but sharp, carrying both authority and impatience.

Charlotte smiled at him, a slow, sultry curl of her lips that made his chest tighten despite the throbbing pain in his hand. "Yeah," she said, her tone teasing, almost taunting, "but you have to do something for me first."

Liam raised an eyebrow, wary but curious. "And what’s that?" he asked, his gaze sharp, scanning her every movement for any hint of trickery.

She tilted her head, her hair brushing against her bare shoulders as she gave him a glance that could melt steel. "At the back," she said, her voice soft and suggestive. She dropped the cloth and the little bottle onto a nearby counter, the sound sharp in the quiet of the storage room. Then, with a soft whistle, another guy stepped in to take over her job at the bar, leaving them alone. Liam’s mind raced, trying to anticipate what she wanted, but he chose to follow, deciding he would figure it out in the moment.

Charlotte opened the door at the back, revealing a narrow, dimly lit storage room filled with crates of alcohol. The smell of aged whiskey, rum, and vodka hit Liam immediately, sharp and intoxicating, but his attention was drawn entirely to her. She turned around slowly, letting the light from the main room catch her in the perfect angle. "If you want me to get you in there," she began, her voice low, almost a whisper, "you’ll have to do... something."

Before he could react, her hand went to the hem of her shirt. Liam froze, every instinct telling him this was going too far, but curiosity and the mission held him rooted in place. With deliberate slowness, she began to lift the shirt off over her head. Liam’s eyes widened as the fabric rose, exposing the soft curves of her body, the way her skin glowed faintly under the flickering fluorescent light of the storage room.

She stood before him, fully revealed above the waist, her bra straining to contain her breasts. They were large, full, perfectly round, and the bra barely held them in place. Her areolas were dark and prominent, the contrast with her skin making them impossible to miss. The slight sway of her chest as she breathed made it even more impossible to ignore.

Charlotte took a slow step toward him, her bare skin brushing against the air like silk, and pressed her hand against his chest. He could feel the warmth, the soft giving pressure of her fingers as they moved slightly over his shirt, testing the fabric. With her other hand, she unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her shoulder and fall to the floor with a soft thud. Liam’s eyes involuntarily dropped as the full weight of her body came into view, her breasts now entirely free, their size and shape impossible to ignore.

He felt his heart rate spike, the blood rushing through his veins not just from the sight but from the electric tension in the air. His injured hand throbbed, and yet before he could react fully, she grabbed his other hand—the one not wrapped in bloody cloth—and placed it gently beneath her breast. The softness against his palm was almost shocking, the heat and weight of her body pressing against him subtly, teasingly.

Liam tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he processed the situation, a mixture of disbelief, annoyance, and fascination crossing his features. She really wants to do this? he thought, the mental echo of her audacity sending a jolt through him. He could feel her warmth and softness, the subtle movements of her chest, the way her skin pressed lightly against his palm as she held him there, guiding his hand with a deliberate intimacy that was impossible to ignore.

Charlotte’s eyes flicked up to meet his, a spark of daring and challenge in them, and she gave him a slow, teasing smile. Her other hand remained on his chest, her fingers pressing lightly over the suit, letting him feel the slight tremor in her movement. The air in the storage room was thick, the smell of alcohol and her perfume mixing, making it impossible for Liam to focus solely on the mission.

Every second stretched longer than it should have, the tension mounting as she leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing his ear as she whispered, "If you want me to get you in there, you know what to do." Liam’s pulse throbbed painfully, his bloodied finger throbbing beneath the makeshift wrap, and yet he couldn’t pull away. He felt trapped in the magnetic pull of her body, her boldness, and the raw sensuality she radiated.