Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 53: Dinner Date 2

By seven-fifteen, there was another knock at Liam’s door.

He opened it, he found a sleek black garment bag hanging from his doorknob, a small cream-colored card attached to the zipper.

Liam pulled the card free and opened it.

*You can’t show up to Le Ciel Bleu in sneakers. Wear this. —E*

He unzipped the bag slowly, revealing a charcoal gray suit—tailored, expensive-looking, with a crisp white dress shirt and a midnight blue tie.

At the bottom of the bag were polished black leather shoes, size ten. His exact size.

’How the hell does she know my size?’

He stared at the suit for a long moment, then carried it inside where Kelvin was still sitting on the couch, controller in hand, paused mid-game.

Kelvin looked up. "What’s that?"

"She sent me a suit."

Kelvin set the controller down and walked over, inspecting the garment bag. He pulled the jacket out, holding it up to the light.

"Dude. This is custom tailoring. Look at the stitching." He flipped over the label inside.

"Holy shit, this is from Marcello’s downtown. You know how much a suit from there costs?"

"I’m guessing a lot."

"Try three grand. Minimum." Kelvin handed it back, shaking his head in disbelief. "She went *all out* for you, man. Like, damn. This woman is not playing around."

Liam took the suit into his bedroom and changed quickly, buttoning the shirt and pulling on the pants.

The fit was perfect—almost unsettlingly so.

The jacket hugged his shoulders without being tight, the sleeves ending exactly at his wrists. Even the shoes fit like they’d been made for him.

When he stepped back into the living room, Kelvin let out a low whistle.

"Holy shit," Kelvin said, circling him like he was inspecting a car.

"Dude. You look like you’re about to close a million-dollar deal or something." He tugged at the lapel of the jacket. "Man, she’s really trying to lock you down."

Liam adjusted the tie, uncomfortable with how good everything fit. "Yeah, well, let’s hope I can get her to unlock me after tonight."

Kelvin checked his phone. "Alright, we need to go now. It’s seven-thirty. If we hit traffic, you’ll be late, and I get the feeling she’s not the type who appreciates that."

Liam grabbed his phone and wallet, shoving them into the pockets of the suit pants. "Let’s get this over with."

--- 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The drive felt longer than it should have. Kelvin’s Range Rover rattled slightly as they merged onto the highway, the engine humming louder than usual. The radio played some low-energy pop song neither of them paid attention to.

Liam stared out the window, watching the city blur past. His chest felt tight, his mind racing through a dozen different scenarios of how this dinner could go wrong.

"You good?" Kelvin asked, glancing over at him.

"Not really."

"Yeah, fair." Kelvin drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Just remember—you’re there to tell her about her husband. Get it out, make it clear you can’t see her again, and bounce. In and out."

"Right."

"And if she goes psycho, text me. I’ll be parked nearby."

They pulled off the highway and onto West Harbor Drive.

The streets here were clean, lined with boutique shops and upscale restaurants. People walked by in designer clothes, carrying shopping bags with names Liam couldn’t pronounce.

Le Ciel Bleu came into view—a three-story glass building with warm golden light spilling out onto the street.

The name was written in elegant script above the entrance, backlit and glowing softly against the evening sky.

Kelvin pulled up to the curb and put the car in park. "Alright, man. You got this."

Liam unbuckled his seatbelt but didn’t move. "Thanks for driving me."

"Anytime. I’ll be around the block. Text me when you’re done."

Liam nodded and stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket. The cool evening air hit him immediately, carrying the faint smell of salt from the nearby harbor.

He walked toward the entrance, his heart pounding harder with each step. A valet in a black uniform opened the door for him with a polite nod.

Inside, the restaurant was stunning. High ceilings, crystal chandeliers hanging like frozen waterfalls, white tablecloths on every table.

The floors were polished marble—white with thin veins of gray running through them—reflecting the soft glow of the lights overhead. Everything felt expensive, untouchable.

But the place was empty.

Not a single person sat at any of the tables. No other diners. No waitstaff bustling around. Just silence and soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers.

And in the center of the room, at a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor, sat Elena.

Liam stopped in his tracks.

She was wearing a deep red dress—sleeveless, fitted at the waist, with a neckline that plunged dangerously low between her breasts.

The fabric clung to every curve of her body, hugging her hips and chest in a way that made it impossible not to stare.

The dress ended mid-thigh, and when she shifted in her seat, the slit on the side revealed the smooth length of her leg all the way up to her hip.

Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands framing her face, and diamond earrings caught the light every time she moved her head.

Above her head

[70/100]

She looked up as he approached, a slow smile spreading across her red-painted lips.

"Liam," she said warmly, standing up. The movement made the dress shift, clinging tighter to her body. "You look incredible."

He forced himself to move, walking toward the table. His throat felt dry. "Thanks. You... you look good too."

"I know." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Sit."

He glanced around the empty restaurant again. "Why is no one here?"

Elena picked up her wine glass—red wine, almost the same color as her dress—and took a small sip. Her lips left a faint mark on the rim. "I rented the place for the evening."

Liam blinked. "You rented the whole restaurant?"

"Of course. I wanted privacy." She set the glass down and leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table.

The position gave him a direct view down the front of her dress, the swell of her breasts pressed together.

"The staff is still here, don’t worry. The chef, the kitchen crew. But I told them to stay out of sight unless we call for them."

She gestured to a small tablet sitting at the edge of the table. "You just press this button here, and they’ll come out."

Liam stared at the tablet. ’Fancy as hell.’

"So," Elena said, her voice smooth, "how have you been?"

He hesitated. "I’ve been... okay."

"Just okay?"

"Yeah."

She tilted her head, studying him. Her eyes moved slowly across his face, lingering on the bruise along his jaw. "You don’t seem okay. You seem tense."

’Because I am.’

He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his voice steady. "I’m fine. Just... not used to places like this."

"You’ll get used to it," she said, smiling. "I plan on taking you to a lot of places like this."

His stomach tightened. "Elena—"

"How did you get my number, anyway?" he asked, redirecting.

She smiled wider, leaning back in her chair. "It’s me, Liam. I get what I want."

"That’s not really an answer."

"It’s the only one you need." She crossed one leg over the other, the movement making the slit in her dress shift even higher. "Besides, you’re here now. That’s all that matters."

He wanted to argue, but something about the way she said it made him stop. There was a finality to it, like the conversation was over simply because she’d decided it was.

"Why did it take you so long to reach out?" he asked instead.

Her expression softened slightly. "I found out you had exams. Finals. I didn’t want to distract you."

He stared at her. "How did you know about my exams?"

She smiled. "I know a lot of things Liam." She picked up her wine glass again, swirling the liquid inside. "The gifts were to congratulate you on finishing. I thought you’d appreciate them."

He opened his mouth to respond, to maybe steer the conversation toward what he actually needed to say, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled it out, glancing at the screen.

The first message was a photo.

His blood turned to ice.

It was Kelvin—on the ground outside, curled up, his face bloodied, one eye swollen shut. Leather Jacket and Hoodie stood over him, both of them looking directly at the camera.

The second message came through immediately after.

**Unknown Number~ You’re next.*

Liam’s hands went cold. His vision tunneled. The restaurant, Elena, everything around him faded into background noise.

’Kelvin.’

He looked up at Elena. She was still talking, saying something about the wine, but he couldn’t hear her. His ears were ringing.

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the marble floor.

"Extract," he whispered, like he’d known it all along.

The text appeared.

[Extract Lust Points?]

[Cost: 50 Points]

[Remaining: 20/100]

’Yes. Do it.’

Immediately, a strange sensation washed over him—like something invisible had been pulled from Elena and absorbed into his body. She didn’t seem to notice

But the text in his vision changed.

[Lust Points Acquired: 50]

[Current Lust Points: 50/50]

[Point Bound Might: AVAILABLE]

"I have to go," he said, his voice tight.

Elena’s expression shifted, confusion flickering across her face. "What? Liam, what’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer. He was already moving toward the door, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

Outside, the cool air hit him like a slap. He looked around frantically, scanning the street.

Kelvin’s car was still parked where he’d left it—about half a block down, under a streetlight.

Liam broke into a run, his dress shoes slapping hard against the pavement. But this time, his legs felt different. Stronger. Faster. Each stride covered more ground than it should have, his body moving with a power that wasn’t his own.

He rounded the corner and saw them.

Leather Jacket and Hoodie stood in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking the path. Between them, on the ground, was Kelvin—groaning, trying to push himself up.

His face was a mess, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, one eye swollen completely shut.

Liam stopped a few feet away, his breath coming fast but controlled. His fists clenched at his sides, and he could feel the strength coiling in his muscles, ready to explode.

Leather Jacket looked up and grinned. "There he is."

Hoodie cracked his knuckles. "We were wondering when you’d show up."

Liam’s voice came out low, dangerous. "Get away from him."

Leather Jacket laughed. "Or what?"

Liam didn’t answer.

He lunged forward, faster than either of them expected.

His fist connected with Leather Jacket’s face—and the impact was devastating.

The man’s head snapped back violently, blood erupting from his nose.

He flew backward, his body slamming into the side of a parked car with enough force to dent the metal. The car alarm started blaring.

Hoodie’s eyes went wide. "What the—"

Liam spun and drove his fist into Hoodie’s gut. The air left the man’s lungs in a single explosive gasp, and he doubled over, collapsing to his knees.

Leather Jacket was trying to get up, blood streaming down his face. Liam didn’t give him the chance.

He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him down onto the concrete. The pavement cracked under the impact.

And then Liam started punching.

Over and over.

His fists came down like hammers, each impact sending a spray of blood across the sidewalk. Leather Jacket’s face twisted under the blows, his nose flattening, his cheekbone cracking audibly. Blood poured from his mouth, his nose, a gash above his eyebrow.

Liam’s knuckles didn’t even hurt. The strength flowing through him made every punch feel effortless, devastating.

Another punch. Another. Another.

Leather Jacket’s face started caving inward, his features distorting, one eye swelling shut completely, the other rolling back in his head. His jaw went slack, blood and spit dribbling from his mouth. The concrete beneath his head was stained dark red, a pool spreading outward.

"Liam!"

Kelvin’s voice cut through the haze.

"Liam, stop! Stop, man, you’re gonna kill him!"

Liam’s fist froze mid-swing, hovering above Leather Jacket’s ruined face. His chest heaved, his hands slick with blood—Leather Jacket’s blood. The man beneath him was barely conscious, his breathing shallow and wet.

Liam looked down at what he’d done. Leather Jacket’s face was almost unrecognizable—swollen, broken, caved in. One side of his jaw sat at an unnatural angle. Blood covered everything.

He stood up and faced Kelvin.

"Kelvin, can you walk?" His voice still trembled with rage.

"Yeah, I think I can," Kelvin answered through the pain. "Just... stop hitting the guy."

"Go home and take care of your wounds." Liam turned to leave.

"What about you? Where do you think you’re going?"

"To play my own cards," Liam said, and walked away.