"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
I’m lost into the blue sky. "I wish we could escape from here, to a place where only you and I will be." I sigh."Let's do it," Liam says, his fingers playing with my curls."We can't, and you know that," I utter in a very low voice, dismayed at by several reasons."You know if we just tell your friend the truth everything else will be solved, right? I'm not sure what you're expecting from all this, Kira, but I'm getting tired, to tell you the truth," Liam says, his tone hurt and accusing"But it's not that simple, Liam," I whisper."Why not? Do you realize that at some point she'll have to find out about this?" He shifts back, and we're now distant, both physically and emotionally. "Or could it be that you're planning to live your vacation while doing this secret romance, and then forget everything about us once you're done?" His eyes turn dark, and his words inflict nothing but pain.This is unfair."Of
Inside the house I find everyone in. The guys are watching a boxing match, and Sam is busy with her cellphone and ice cream in a huge cocktail glass.On the table lie some empty beer cans and two boxes of family-size pizza. I can smell the garlic and cheese, and it turns on my stomach a bit.However, my mood disagrees with it."Hi," I greet casually."Hi, Professor." Malik grins. "I thought you'd be home a little late."Me, too."Well, you thought wrong, Malik. Here I am," I return exhaustedly, and Jamal stares at me with a knowing smile.I flush. I think Jamal knows my little secret, and Malik likes tormenting me without thinking of my position with Sam, who's currently looking at us with ambiguity.How does she not notice?"And Liam, where is he?" she asks.There's something about her tone of voice that rather disturbs me. I don't even have to answer, however, as
Outside the atmosphere isn't the one to call bliss. The darkness is here, and so is the light. My heart is heavy. A little sigh escapes my sullen lips as I move my gaze around, getting acquainted with the chilly breeze enveloping my skin. The palm trees are dancing gracefully, forcing a smile amid the sorrow, and I decide to join the calm swimming pool.I slowly take off the robe, without any frenzy, just calmly and smoothly. Again, the coldness wraps my skin, but my body refuses to succumb to its charm. Could it be I'm burning inside? I just smile, heading myself towards the pool entrance. I take the stairs in similar pace, slowly, getting intimate with the coldness against my feet. I love it.My body sinks unhurriedly into the depth, and I feel resurrected. I start propelling like a dolphin. Tears begin cascading down, yet again, making me speed my swimming pace to the pool end, where I flip back in the same manner. I just cry in the water, for it's easier to eve
I’m back to my trance as Malik makes me a cup of spicy tea, claiming it works best for cold. I don’t argue. I'm not a tea person but I like the flavor of spices and their enriched aroma. I think it's from India."Now tell me, what's really going on with you?" He suddenly changes attitude, from the sweet prince charming into an overly meticulous butler."I don't understand, nothing is going on with me," I lie, staring innocently at him."Well, your eyes suggest otherwise." He plays with the glass of his ember liquid."Because I've been swimming for an hour, maybe?" I shrug elusively."No, you were crying," Malik rebukes. "It's about Liam, isn't it? I thought you were having fun earlier at the beach, what went wrong?" Now he looks at me in the eyes, incessant.Everything went wrong.The tea gets ready after a ping from the kettle. He pours me a cup, and refills his glass of whisky. Smiling gratefully, I
Croissants, bacon, eggs, and a cup of coffee. What a morning! I smile from ear to ear as I sit down on the barstool, all alone in the kitchen.“Slept well, Professor?" A voice I recognize snaps from behind me.I cock my head and smile warmly. "Yeah, if you mean the three hours of sleep," I mutter and Malik laughs vigorously at the memory of last night.We stayed on TV until four in the morning. Cartoon, movies, and whatever that I fell asleep beholding was all that it took."Enjoy your breakfast, you need your energy after the swimming marathon you had last night." He winks and disappears.Smiling, I make my all to omit any ill thought about my recent affliction. My standing is still that I must go back home. And speaking of which, I should probably make a flight reservation as early as possible.I can't imagine how Sam's going to recoil about my decision but I don’t think I care right now. It’s better this way. I can't