Liam was twenty-five years old and dead set on retiring by thirty-five.

That obsession meant he lived like a machine, a slave to routing and rules.

He poured every ounce of his energy into his role as a senior associate at Harlan & Associates, one of Seattle’s most elite law firms which meant his social life was basically nonexistent.

Outside of a few work colleagues, that is and two longtime friends, his world revolved around case files, court appearances, and late nights at the office.

His romantic life had been a desert for years but Sara entered the picture.

She was twenty-two with a tight, toned body that turned heads everywhere she went.

Liam couldn’t lie, this was one of the major reasons they started dating because her breasts were perky, a beautiful C-cup.

An ass so round and firm it looked like they were custom-made for yoga pants.

She had a playful yet flirtatious energy about her that was new to Liam.

"Baby, you work too hard..." Sara had said, straddling his laps in his apartment.

"Let me help you relax..."

Liam was not going to refuse such a generous offer, if anything, it was what he needed, he placed his hands on her buttocks.

She slid down and rode him like a woman possessed, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, Liam! Harder! Don’t stop!-! I love how you fill me up!" Sara moaned.

She introduced him to risky car sex, spontaneous hotel weekends, and nights where she wore nothing but heels and lingerie.

Liam became smitten by her, and marriage was beginning to look like a possibility, because not only would he marry this amazing lady but it would boost his image and open up more opportunities at the firm.

But all of this came at a cost, Sara was a very high maintenance lady.

"Babe, I saw this super cute dress today. It is only $1,200. You want me to look good for you, right?" She would say with a pout and those big innocent eyes.

This wasn’t all, they went on weekend trips, designer gifts, and five-star dinners drained his wallet at a rapid rate and this eventually began to affect his work.

One colleague pulled aside to talk to him, Liam had huge dark circles beneath his eyes so it was obvious he wasn’t sleeping well.

"Liam, the partners are noticing. You have been distracted lately. Is everything okay?"

Liam always waved it off but his friends were a lot blunter.

"Dude! Sara is riding your cock and your bank account dry. Wake up before you lose everything, drop her!"

But Lima ignored him because this was something he hadn’t experienced, and it added color to his very dull life. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But all of that would soon change, Sara posted an instagram reel of him drunk at a rooftop party, slurring jokes that shouldn’t ever come out of his mouth, grinding clumsily against her, groping her ass while she laughed and kissed him sloppily in front of everyone present.

The next morning, the firm’s managing partner called him in.

"Liam, your behaviour in that video is unacceptable for someone at your level. We are terminating your employment effective immediately."

He was sacked on the spot.

That night, Sara came over and tried to console him. She pushed him on the couch and did what she knew how to do best.

It happened for a couple of days but once the reality of unemployment hit, and the money dried up, her attitude changed.

[[Sara: Hey, I can’t come over tonight. Going out with the girls.]] She texted.

Then it was...

[[Sara: Busy this weekend, sorry babe]]

The daily nudes and raunchy pictures stopped, the eager text messages of pure desire disappeared right after.

And finally, she told him she needed some space as things had gotten stressful but this was simply her soft launching a breakup.

Liam had no other choice, he couldn’t afford to vent to his friends because they wouldn’t take him seriously which was why he decided to confide in one of his clients, Richard Caldwell.

He was a wealthy real estate developer and one of the firm’s major clients that had formed a relationship with Liam outside of work.

"Tough break, kid. Women like that can smell money from a mile away. Hang in there, it gets better,"

A week later, Liam saw something that made him feel sick to his stomach.

Sara’s stories were flooded with Richard: her tiny string bikini on his yacht, straddling his lap like she used to do his, kissing him with one caption reading: [[Living my best life 💦]]

Not only that, she had drained his accounts she still had access to which consisted of most of his savings.

Liam was furious and tracked them down, he could make it out because Sara wasn’t smart enough to hide the location.

"What the fuck, Sara?! After everything? And with my own client?!"

Sara rolled her eyes and laughed at this pathetic sight, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

"Oh please, Liam. You are broke now. What did you expect me to do? Stay and suffer with you?"

Richard stood up with a disgusting smirk across his face because Liam had practically handed her over to him the moment he chose to confide in him.

"You should leave, kid. Before this gets embarrassing."

But Liam had nothing to lose at this point, but Richard surprisingly didn’t back down and simply followed him into the parking lot.

Richard beat him savagely, punches to the face and gut, while Sara leaned against his car, recording on her phone and laughing.

"Hit him again, babe!" she giggled. "That’s what you get for being a loser!"

Liam collapsed onto the cold floor with his face swollen and ribs screaming at him in pain with his back directly on the floor, facing the sky.

Then he saw it, a shooting star like the universe was recording this very moment..

He stared at it with pure bitterness and whispered to himself.

"This is definitely... my last time... dealing with younger women..."

[Ding!]

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"Great, now I’m fucking hallucinating too..." Liam thought to himself right before losing consciousness.