I pause for a second, watching her. I wish I could tell her that Liam is the one I'm crazy about but I don't have the guts to; call me chicken, coward, and all other names to fit the scenario, but this is it. I can't do it.
"Yeah, we just get along fine, nothing more," I stipulate seriously. "And please don't insinuate this again, it's annoying," I add, moving back to my business."Sure, if you say so," Sam mutters, and I know she's still unconvinced. "I got a call from the office," she says, and I smell trouble."Why? What happened?" I ask warily."They were asking if I'm in L.A, that way they can trap me into an emergency work." She takes a seat on the barstool, and I place my arms on the countertop."They should go to hell.""I know, right?""Yes. They should find that bitchy assistant you hate so much." I laugh, and I'm sure I've landed myself a new topic.There's one colleague of hers an"Why can't you just tell him how you feel already? I'm tired of the same old song, you know. Are you afraid that he may not feel the same way?" I cock my head to face Sam,Well, what can I lose from a simple question?"Maybe," she answers with a heavy sigh. "I've never been rejected before, and I always get all the attention I need. But for the first time I'm scared to be a loser; I'm afraid that he—" She suddenly gives me a suspicious look. "Wait, why should I tell you about it while you refuse to tell me about your secret affairs?"Secret affair? I almost hit the brakes."What do you mean?" I woman-up and ask, my heart racing."You keep exchanging glances with Malik, and when I ask, you keep denying," she starts the same speech, and I'm kind of relieved either way. "If it's not the secret romance, then there's something you two are hiding from us; I wasn't born yesterday."Well . . ."Suppose you're
I arch my brows. Just okay? I don't think he's excited at all, and I wonder what he really likes about his idea of having fun."You don't like beaches, do you?" I take my chances."I just don't have time for this." Liam smiles, but seems to really mean it."Oh come on, Liam! It's just once in a while, and you're on a vacation for Christ's sake!" I practically sound reproachful, and he seems amused. "You should seriously loosen up a bit, like what your mother said, work can wait sometimes.""Liam, huh?" He looks down at me, and I gawp. "I love it, Kira." He gives me his best smile.I've so forgotten about our infamous honorifics. I blush profusely."I mean, Mr. Darcy." I tease, and we both laugh. God, I love talking to him. "So you're not really happy being here, in the middle of this tropical paradise?" Our hands are constantly colliding, sending me a light shiver as our fingers graze."I'm only here becau
We had an amazing time at the beach. After dinner we are now having drinks at this cool club with nice Latino music filling the air. Jamal and his gorgeous blonde are the one who led us here. I'm not really a clubbing material, but right now it simply feels perfect. I'm having so much fun . . . talking and drinking with my two girls.The guys kept arguing about football earlier, so we kindly asked them to get lost. Who wants to know what Messi and Ronaldo did, or did not do last season? Even right now we can still hear them arguing as they're seated at the bar, not far from our booth."I hate football," Jamal's blonde utters."Tell me about it." Sam rolls her eyes while pulling the cocktail glass to her mouth. "But it's like every guy in the world loves it, and some of us just have to put up with the nonsensical arguments."I smile and say, "Exactly how they put up with your discussion about the type of nude lipstick to match your skin tone."
He pulls my face closer, his eyes bored into mine condescendingly; but I don't fret. "The special one I've been waiting for," he whispers, and I turn into a melted cheese right away.Damn! I want a piece of him. For the first time in my life I'm in an uncontrollable urge for the manly touch.Liam's touch, to be more precise . . . Only him."Don't mislead me, Mr. Darcy," I remark. "It's easy to get confused with your promising words," I add, and he doesn't say a thing but smile.The music is still rocking heavily. I hear 'hips don't lie' by Shakira.Again I feel like a teenager in love. Making out in the club, at some abandoned corner, and it's extremely exciting. I've never done this before, but better late than never. Liam nuzzles his lips against mine, tantalizing with a sexy smile.How I want to go away with him! Somewhere far from everyone.I decide to respond by digging my hands into Liam's hair, and
Nostalgia enwraps me as I watch Liam moving away. It's suddenly cold, physically and emotionally cold. I embrace the loneliness, hugging myself tight, homesick, my mind ablaze.He's mad . . . so mad and hurt.Sullenly, I make my way back to the girls, and Sam's gaze is what takes my breath away as we bump into each other. She's on her way towards the bar, where Jamal and Natasha are having a lovebird moment. She looks dubiously at me, her face crunched."Hey, where were you?" she asks, and seems a bit tipsy that she nearly stumbles on the barstool."The restroom," I answer.She doesn't buy my answer at all."I'm just coming from the restroom myself, you weren't there," Sam says.Should I just blow everything away?Staring intently at Sam, my heart beating so fast, I find myself uttering, "I was in the restroom first, and then I was with—“"We were together. We went to get some a
I watch it with anticipation, my breath ragged, but Liam chooses against it as he drops his precious hand on his knee. He looks confused, and I know I’m the reason why. Oh no!"You're so heartless.” He shuts his eyes, and I can feel the sadness in him."I'm not heartless." I move closer, and he flies his eyes open with difficulty. "I just— “ And my mouth gets shut by his lips taking mine briskly, surprising me.“Don’t talk,” he commands, placing my body secured in his arms. I say no syllable; I place my hands on his shoulders as he assaults my lips gently, making me feel his every move as our tongues swirl together in synch.Holy Mother, will I get tired of it? The taste of scotch is such a turn on.We kiss like there's no tomorrow, oblivious of anything and anyone. I can only feel the warmth of his body right now, as he presses me closely to his side, and the sweetness of his tongue that dominates mine wildly."You lov
"That was quite a scene. Who is that woman? She kind of looks familiar," Sam asks about the wild brunet."Sheila Mateo, the CEO of SM fashion,” Natasha answers indifferently. “Girls, I got to go. My puddles must be hungry by now, and I have a sleep to catch on." She is in a rush."Oh, sure," I reply."I hope to see you again before you leave, huh?" Natasha smiles, and Sam gives her a nod. "Now where is my mister again? He has to drive me home, there's no way I'm taking a taxi like this,” she mumbles to herself as she wanders off.With Natasha gone, my friend finally takes notice of me. She joins me by the pool and starts talking of Malik. We both wonder who that wild brunette is."Are you okay?" Sam asks afterwards.And here we go again."Hey, how many times do I have to tell you that there's nothing between us? I do like him, yes, but only as a brother or a friend." I’m seriously getting tired of this.
After a small trial and error, I'm finally at Liam's room. I barge in with a single knock, for I can’t tell if he's in or not. Well, I guess he's right here! That very same voice mutters, impelling my heart to flip ridiculously. Damn! My cowboy is fast asleep, covered with a white duvet.What a sight! My sex goodness pops her eyes wide open, unafraid to face the beautiful unknown.It's just me and Liam in the house . . . in his room. Wow! It's a bit dark in here, the curtains are all closed. Either way, the Air Conditioner is on and I can feel the chill. How does he sleep in such condition? I glower as I get closer to him.I take my time contemplating the sleeping handsome. Why am I getting excited? Get a grip, Kira Jones! Moving further, slowly, I reach the bed and sit down next to where Liam's head lies. He's totally oblivious, the sound of his breath regarding me with heartfelt delight.My eyes find his relaxed face, smiling indulgently at