The rest of the evening goes smoothly. Seated on the adjoined bench to my bed, with my diary on the lap, I decide to put a few things off my head by scribbling down. It's been the best therapy whenever I can't talk to anyone about something.Apparently I have plenty of unspoken words that I'd love to let out. Thinking of the few hours that I've been here, my mind gets jagged with enormous feeling of anxiety over something in the immediate future.Hence I begin:Dear God,All I hoped for was a nice and relaxing vacation, which has been the case by far. I appreciate everything I've seen here and our hosts have been very kind to us that I'm afraid I may get too much attached. I like Mrs. Eleanor a lot, if I were to have another mother in this lifetime; I wish she would be just like her. I dare say that all is well, except for one thing . . .I'm yawning audibly as I place the diary back to my suitcase. I better
He's obviously trying to intimidate me with his weird innuendos, but I won't let him.I simply don't understand what he has against me, that he always gives me the impression that he knows me more than I do myself."Goodnight, Ms. Jones," he smoothly says. "I hope you get to sleep well tonight.""You, too. But before I go, let me ask you something important, may I?" I ask."Go ahead," Liam complies smoothly."Do you love my friend?" I ask. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. I regret as soon as I do. It's not my place after all, right? But I'm very curious of his intentions."What did you say?" He frowns, and even seems disturbed, which makes me squint my eyes in confusion.He sounds . . . displeased? I fail to gather with precision."Maybe the word love is a bit too much. Let's say . . .
Around five Mrs. Eleanor and I reach the boutique where her office resides. Sam went for a spa after our late lunch, and I have to tend my fashion emergency as soon as possible. This ordeal always gives me a headache, so I literally can't wait for it to end.Lurking my eyes around this nicely decorated office, I can't cease wondering how a classy woman like Eleanor could be this nice to some poor strangers coming from some part of the country. Maybe not all rich people are as conceited.I should really graduate from the prejudice school."Just a moment, Kira. I need to confirm my flight," Eleanor tells me, holding a telephone receiver."Sure," I easily oblige.A few minutes later we head for the main task. The boutique has two sections, ladies and gents, separated by a ravish lounging area. We go to our respective section, and my eyebrows arch at the sight of all the stocks insid
"Over here! I'm trying on a dress!" I speak aloud, responding at Sam's call."Oh you! What took you so long to respond?" I feel Sam's steps getting closer, and I must think fast."DON'T COME IN!" I snap, and she halts right before the curtains. "I'm still changing, Sam," I add.Why am I lying? I'm disgusted with myself."And so what if you're changing?" Sam questions, chuckling lightly."Um, I'm kind of naked?" I say desperately."And since when do you care about that? You always strip without a warning," she casually remarks.Liam shoots me an inquiring eyebrow at this little piece of information.God! This is not going well, and I wonder what this Englishman is imagining right now.I decide to reveal my head through the curtains. "I'm trying on the new dress and I don't want anyone to see
We finally walked into a classic ballroom of some nice hotel downtown. It's bigger than the Darcy's hotel but rather older in terms of its architecture. Judging from the cars in the parking lot, the Mayor must be very influential around here. After the authentication from the security team we take a seat at a round table for five. The venue is well decorated in cream and gold with plenty of white orchids and mixed colored roses in each table."Wow, seems like the town folks know how to do stuff, huh?" Sam comments."Well. They are not cavemen," I return.Settled down comfortably, my eyes immediately search for that subject of my interest. My gaze collides with Liam, and quite a faint smile appears at the corner of his mouth. Oh my! Feeling the rising heat, I quickly turn my gaze.What's happening to me?The waiter, immaculately dressed in black and white, passes by with a tr
Sam and I take an opportunity to run for the ladies' room. She's retouching her makeup when I get out of the toilet stall and start washing my hands.She grins at me by the mirror at our front and says, "Spill it.""Spill what?" I ask, bemused."Oh please, Kira Jones," she frantically cries. "Tell me about Mr. Loaded.""What?" I chuckle at the name."I saw how you two flashed together like a match made in heaven," Sam says while applying her cherry lipstick, looking fresh already."We were just talking.""Oh, yeah? Talk about what?" She nudges me.I don't think she'll let it slide so easily, hence I decide to shut her up. "Nothing much, just the basics," I speak truthfully. "What about you? How is it going with Liam?"Sam tenses up, and maybe I shouldn't have asked this. It's obvi
I wake in a good mood this morning, knowing that we're about to hit a road trip to Billings, the largest city in Montana. The boys have an urgent business with some banker over there, and asked if we wanted to tag along with them. But of course, we both answered with a big yes, full of ecstasy. I've decided that since I'm here, I should explore everyplace I can afford.Isn't that the whole point of a vacation?"Just wake me up when we arrive," Sam tells me, her voice groggy and lazy. She's seated between Malik and me in the backseat."Sure, ma'am. Goodnight," I reply placidly."Do you enjoy this, Professor?" Malik asks teasingly upon seeing my smile."Yeah, don't you?" I reply, gazing at his big, bright eyes."Well, I love the company better." He shrugs, forging some sort of gallant that makes me chuckle. Jeez, he's mood! "And you, brother?" He faces
God knows how sexy he looks when he smiles. It's almost impossible not to get lost into those ocean-like eyes.Okay focus, Kira."What else should the guy do to make sure his guest is having a good time at his home then?" Liam retorts seriously, but I find it more of a mockery.Or . . . maybe not? He's probably being earnest."A guest? Is that all she amounts to you?" I raise my voice, feeling a bit annoyed, and yet he looks totally unaffected.He's still smiling, to be precise, and I can't say I'm complaining. Well, I think I've lost myself at this point. Indecisive, hot and cold, I can't even tell what I am anymore."I clearly told you before, Ms. Jones . . ." Liam moves even closer, startling me, taking me completely off guard. "I don't harbor any special feelings for your friend; not at all. She kindly toured me around Los Angeles, and I was indeed grateful.She