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 becauWe 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
Liam appears in the living room all freshened up. He looks better than before, smells splendidly, and I fail to hide my smile at the sight of him."Done?" I ask."Yes, let's go." He hauls me by the waist.We head outside and slip into the Aston Martin. Liam reverses it towards the gate, his eyes between the rear and the front. I didn't know a man could cause uproar with the mare sight of him driving."Oh, I love him," I think out loud, dreamily."What?" Liam utters."Oh, I was talking about—“ I stammer, feeling coy."About who?" Smiling, he halts the car in the middle of the driveway, his eyes mocking with a fine twinkle."You,” I breathe, my voice softer and lower. “That I love you.” My heart beats faster as the words come out.Liam's eyes glisten in that shade of blue as though he's been longing to hear me saying the words. I feel sceptered at the way he looks at me, so promis
What are they scheming? My subconscious hates being left out. Liam hangs up, still laughing, and it drives me nuts that I don't know the details."Hey, why didn't you let me talk to him?" I whine."Because he doesn't have anything important to say," Liam replies. "Besides, this is our time, baby; just you and me." He urges me to lie back against him, and I do it with pleasure.The evening is so far proceeding smoothly. Liam and I talk about anything and everything. He questions about my life at the orphanage, and I tell him the details with a big smile. I feel free conversing with him."I can't say we were too deprived of happiness," I tell him while toying with his fingers. ‘’They treated us okay and I'm naturally not fussy. But I did miss my parents at times, especially when I was down for some reasons." I glance up at him, and he smiles tightly."So, when exactly did you leave the orphanage?" His voice is gentle, laced with m