CHAPTER 14
It's almost three a.m. I slowly exit my room, coming across the silent hall with a dim light. Breathing softly, I head a few steps towards Liam's door that's just next to mine and opposite to Sam's, and here is my destination.
It's now that I notice the magnitude of this favor I've been asked. I must face Mr. Intense so late in the midnight, and in my pajamas. I'm not sure of how I look, and I don't understand why I'm even concerned of it.
Oh, really now? Apparently my subconscious seems amused by this, rolling her big brown eyes.
I reach for Liam's door, tentatively, as though afraid to make a slight sound. Sighing, my courage pulled in, I knock about four times and stay still, waiting. I keep my little patience intact, but my tummy is already in a thousand knots.
Just open the door, Mr. Darcy, and let's get it over with. I sigh again, unable to keep calm.
A moment goes by until I hear the doorknob screeching. My heart races at the tik-tok as the door swings ajar thereafter, and Liam pops out.
Startled, my eyes rest on a fit and shirtless body. Holy cow! Blue pajama pants hang by its sculptured waist, exposing the inviting lines of his body.
God, help me. I gulp.
"Ms. Jones?" Liam utters, looking surprised by this utterly unexpected visit. It’s only natural. His just-woke-up face forms a furrow as he scrutinizes me in astonishment.
Holy Mother of God! Why is my heart racing rapidly? It's just Liam, right?
Still surprised of my presence, Liam's eyes glide from my head to toes, and I'm glad I'm wearing my most decent nighties.
"Um, I just—“ I pause, clearing my throat. Where is my voice? I'm suddenly flustered.
"What?" Liam frowns, which shows that he doesn't understand a word I'm saying.
Good riddance my sanity!
I sigh heavily and get a grip. "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep, Malik asked me to tell you that you should check your emails or something; he said he couldn't reach you," I finally tell him.
Was it so hard?
With great troubles, I make an eye contact with Liam and swallow a lump. I think it's much easier than staring at his naked chest. How could a man be this distracting really?
"Malik called you?" at last Liam responds, but his voice sounds odd.
And I can't believe that's the only thing he's caught from my long speech.
"Yeah, it's what I just told you," I retort.
"Okay," he says gently.
"Well then, have a goodnight." I decide to end it and quickly move my legs back to my room. I don't even dare to look back, yet I can feel Liam's gaze stalking my behind until I'm out of sight.
Once I'm back in my hideout, I lean against the door to catch my breath. My face is literary on fire that I could fry an egg. I exhale audibly while transforming my palms into a fan.
Is it really hot or just me and my burning hormones? I can't let go of Liam's image no matter how hard I shake my mind off. It's quite lewd of me to covet a man like this.
I seriously need a boyfriend.
I decide to kill some minutes in the balcony, browsing my phone. My Instagram has been inactive for a month now; maybe it’s time to make some feeds. Unhurriedly, I start uploading a few pictures I’ve taken during my Montana excursions.
I smile at the memory when I come across the photo sent by Sam, the four of us at the wedding, standing by the red limousine. My fingers find Liam immediately and a little zoom takes place. I’ve lost it, I know.
Liam’s sight makes me giggle out of the blue. I'm sure it took Liam a lot of energy making a smile. Oh, Mr. Intense.
Nevertheless, he looks awfully handsome that I end up biting my lip, allured. Cool air, coupled with a familiar voice that I know by heart, is what awakes me from my trance.
I turn to the neighbor balcony and find Liam on the phone. The weak light coming from his room enables me to see him well enough. Lucky me. He's at least wearing a T-shirt at present, and seems to have already noticed my presence.
This night keeps getting crazier.
Although I can't hear the conversation he is having, I'm positive he is talking to Malik . . . or anyone else about business. He's immersed into the call, but his eyes are fixed on me.
Right now I'd really love to know what he thinks of me whenever he gives me such looks, for it's hard to feel perfectly indifferent about it, and I know I shouldn't let it affect me.
With utmost discretion, I steal another glance to the side, but to my disgrace Liam is no longer to be seen. What a shame. He's even turned out the light to his room which makes it complete dark.
I'm strangely disappointed.
I just shut the window, ready to try getting some sleep. In need to turn off the light, I walk for its switch that's pretty close to the door. Surprising, the door swings open, and my heart is almost on the floor when Liam walks inside my room without any notice.
"I'm not sure if I should commend you for not locking your door or not, Ms. Jones," Liam tells me in hoarse voice. I'm too distraught to even think straight as I watch him locking the door behind him.
"You?" I croak. We're standing one or two steps apart and my legs are numb to make a slight move. What is he doing here? My head seems to have a number of questions.
Liam seems quite poised for someone who's just invaded a neighbor’s bedroom, unannounced. He scans my room briefly, and returns his gaze back to me thitherto. Boy, it’s like the storm in the sea.
Good Lord!
"I'm sorry, I couldn't knock since it was already open," he says.
Oh! "And you just had to barge in?" I hurry up to make sure the door is indeed locked.
"I felt the urge to be here, with you, and that's why I'm here," Liam replies.
"Huh?"
"I think I'm out of my mind, Ms. Jones," he mutters, moving closer to where I'm standing, and my mind goes ablaze.
Why is he such a temptation and I such an easy target? Damn!
"You shouldn't—“ I'm suddenly pinned by the wall. "What are you doing?" I whisper.
"Something I've been dying to do.” His confidence puts me in awe. I yield by the wall, panting, needy . . . just not in my normal composure.
He doesn't do a thing, however, he just stares at me while breathing soundly, beguiling me. My insides churn at the sight of him, undressing him with my eyes. My perverted mind.
I'm not sure how but I deftly grab Liam's neck and attack his soft lips ferociously just as his gestures suggest. I want him, all of him, and I'm I can't hold it.
Enthralled, Liam kisses me back and his hand travels underneath my top, caressing my skin with his trailing fingers from the waist to my neck, exploring the delicate contours of my body.
Holy Fuck! I'm so intoxicated into this man, and he knows I do. Damn! I feel breathless, heavenly, something out of this world.
We halt for a second, staring each other in the eyes with insatiable desire. Even without talking, we both understand of our mutual need. He wants me and I want him as much; he easily ignites the fire in me and I can tell I've got the same effect on him.
That devil subconscious of mine is currently wearing her red prada, ready to party.
Liam slowly reaches for the switch that's just an inch above me, and flicks it off, leaving us with just the bedside lamp. He trails his thumb on my lips, arousing me softly, and I rasp at the intensity of his ogling gaze.
"What're you waiting for?" I shoot, and his cynic smile urges me to go on with my endeavor.
Liam's hands reach the insides of my top, caressing my back while igniting the fire in my body. My fingers dig into his hair, and our lips keep mingling coherently. I arch my back to steady my stance, and he deepens his kiss.
Oh boy! This is bliss.
I'm slightly nervous about this, but my fear is far from surpassing my desire. I'm seriously craving for a piece of him. No, all of him, and it's an intense urge I've never felt before. Only Liam Darcy can do this to me, I easily conclude.
"Tell me, Ms. Jones, why are you always trying to provoke me?" he asks softly, seducing me with his warm breath against my skin.
"I'm not provoking you, Mr. Darcy," I hardly reply as I’m drenched with the mere sound of his sexy voice.
He's the beginning of my end.
Breathing out of order, I quickly tug Liam's T-shirt over his head and throw it away. My eyes rest on his bare upper body and that subconscious of mine goes on hiding. I'm in charge.
"You're looking for trouble," Liam utters, smiling devilishly, and my fingers trail the toned abs of his tight stomach. He flexes, but stays put any way, letting my suddenly incorrigible hand follow my craziness.
"I'm already in trouble. You're delicious." I smile back, which unleashes my beast that drags the beauty in me into the depth of insanity. I think I've already lost my mind and reasoning.
"And so are you," Liam breathes kissing my neck swiftly, the touch of his lips both soft and vehement.
Good Lord! Is that even a thing?
Lying down, filled with anticipation, Liam continues torturing me sweetly, and I release soft moans at each step he takes. It all goes well, until he suddenly pulls out, making me all startled.
I'm not sure what's going on, but the magic is over, and I'm as pissed as the void blanketing my demanding body. Liam sits on the bed, panting softly, his eyes directed towards me.
Does he find me unattractive? I ponder, and deep down I hear the voice saying 'Yes, Kira, you're just an amateur'.
"Why did you stop?" I demand, irritated. Liam holds his tongue, staring undecided at me, bemused somehow. "Never mind." I drop off the bed, ready to storm out.
In the kitchen, outside . . . Anywhere but here.
My face crunches and the devil in me stumble on her gladiator heels, utterly disappointed.
"Don't go." Liam hugs me from behind, and I close my eyes at this feeling of rejection. Is it? "I know what you're feeling, and trust me, I feel it twice as much," he says calmly, making me turn around to face him.
"Then why are you doing this?" I lament stupidly, his nose nuzzling of my hair. He doesn't leave my back. "Why?" I repeat.
"Because I don't want you to regret when you wake up later," Liam replies with no reluctance. "I'm sure that's exactly what will happen," he insists, and I swerve my body to look at him.
"What do you mean?" I breathe, confused at this allegation.
Liam’s hands drop about my waist as he sighs. "You're not even sure of yourself, are you?" he questions, and I gulp.
He's right, I guess.
"So then—“ I stammer, not knowing what to quip. I mean, so it's the end of it? I shift my gaze away from Liam, mindfully, but he pulls it back with the palms of his hands.
"I want to make love to you," he says tenderly, "when you're absolutely sure about it. I don't want this to be only physical." His eyes are the most sincere ones I’ve ever seen in a man.
My heart skips a beat, my emotions shooting randomly out of range, and grand felicity pools in my heart, even though my face refuses to fully cooperate.
"Is that the only reason or you're just not attracted to me?" I utter, provoking him somehow.
Smiling softly, Liam says, "I'd be gay if I'm not attracted to you, Ms. Jones. Would you like to prove it?"
Jeez! I chuckle lightly.
"How?" I ask, and the next thing I feel is my hand touching something of his that makes me giggle stupidly. "Will you be fine?" I press my lips into a thin line, amused, and he sighs heavily.
Liam joins in with laughter of his own. "But we can fix this if we come clean and tell everyone, especially your friend that according to you--"
"I can't do that," I say briskly. "I can't tell Sam that I'm involved with you as if it's something so simple." I panic, my worst nightmare back hunting me.
Why am I so scared of the outcome? Why do I feel like when that time comes I'll have to choose between the two? I seriously sink into dismay.
"Time to sleep,” Liam snaps, interrupting my thoughts.
"Eh?"
"It's almost four in the morning, so back to bed, Ms. Jones, and right now," he orders, and I chuckle like a kid.
"Are you serious?" My disquietude dies quite easily, and in a whiff my smile reappears.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Liam prompts, and still I can't stop smiling. "Unless you want us to fly away from here." A salacious smile crosses his lips as he hauls me closer, more intimate.
"Right now?" My eyes widen like a fool, for I can't tell if he's serious or not.
"I can take you wherever, Ms. Jones." Liam's voice comes out exciting as he says this. My heart melts. "Do you want us to disappear right now?" His grip tightens around me, his breath erratic in my ear.
"Yes," I blurt my thoughts out. What? Are you crazy? My subconscious snarls, back from her hideout. "I mean, no! Are you crazy?" I quickly retract.
Liam bursts out laughing, entertained indecisiveness. "You're so cute," he mutters, pulling back so that he clearly sees me in the eyes.
No, I'm out of my mind.
"Okay, I'll go back to bed," I tell him with utter reluctance.
He nods. "Good."
"Crazy." I hop back in bed with my grand disappointment, but I lighten up fast when I see Liam doing the same.
Oh, we're sleeping together?
"Yes, Ms. Jones, I'm sleeping with you," Liam murmurs.