Liam, who's a son of a proverbial chef, turned 22 in this very day where popular personalities, camera crews, and handful of guards in black suits skirt the compounds perimeter. My focus zoomed in in Liam's sizzling body.
"Why do I feel like we're in a different world?" said Blake. "The king of the sea wants to see you Serena sitting on his throne," teased Ashton. "Better get myself drunk enough to be able to do a catwalk than loaf around in front of the upper-crust crowd," I said. I needed my name to be plucked up in the lottery. It has to! I need to fight for this aimless venture that I'm about to embark. Liam is the one that I liked and I don't want him to go. So, I gulped a glass of champagne that probably cost an arm and a leg. And let the games begin. The host meticulously ran his hand down inside the invitation-full of lottery and hoisted the paper before promulgating the contender to add tension. The first 3 picks were these gorgeous-looking models who could have been featured in a modelling magazines and national advertisements. The anticipation of being not selected started to crept in. I felt hapless in the process when a guy bumped into me where I spilt my drink. "Hey! Watch we're you're going!" I exclaimed. A drop-dead gorgeous boy in his unbothered white suit constantly apologized and curt his head. His glinting green eyes and kissable lips made me wince in embarrassment as if I'm the one who's at fault. "You know what, it's totally fine. It's just a stain and it will dissipate. I'm Serena," introduced myself as I reached for a casual handshake. I saw him studying my almost naked body in my swimwear as I tried to cover it with my camisole. "You look beautiful, Serena. I'm Jake," told him as he reached for my hand and kissed it. The warm sensation from the kiss sent me chills in a good way. "If you'd like to come with me in the upper box, it would be a pleasure," said Jake. I couldn't leave Ashton and Blake here but they've given me a hint of we're going to be fine. And so, he escorted me where we can perch that gave us the best viewing with a bucket of champagne and some amuse-bouche on the tableside. "Are you Liam's friend or Dad's?" asked Jake. What does he mean by dads?? I don't even know who his dad is personally? "I'm Liam's," I said befuddled. "My brother's companion huh? It's great to see him making friends at last," replied Jake. What?! Liam has a brother?! "Are you blood-related?" I asked. He laughed hysterically but with a stroke of regality. "A little. He's my half-brother from dad. I could probably lose count on how many half-siblings do we have since our hardworking dad's also busy in baking some offspring's," he said guffawing. I released an ungainly smile that threw me in the dumps. I could feel the shame from his fragile smile just by looking at his expressive eyes. "But we're grateful that he didn't abandon his kids. He subsidizes us with allowance even if other's greatly refuse. Henry is a runaway too. He couldn't live with the idea that his dad is a womanizer," said Jake. "He only agreed to celebrate here because our dad is dying. He wants to at least repay even in the smallest return everything that dad gave him," he continued. It's Aries whose Liam visiting last Tuesday. "I'm so sorry to hear that," I tried to console Jake by rubbing his backside. Imagine the pang of guilt when you feel like the person's health who's important to you starts deteriorating every single day. When health starts to betray his body. It doesn't matter if your affluent or physically fit, diseases will always be a part of our lives. It shows us that we shouldn't take life for granted. As Jake and I turn down the heart-to-heart talk, only one lucky girl is to be pick on the draw yet. I was biting my nails in anxiety and Jake handed me a glass of champagne. "So, you wanted to get up on stage in hopes of spending the night with brother huh? I can't blame you. He's almost good across the board," said Jake. I chugged the champagne straight down and I unhesitatingly nod my head. "The time has come for the final lucky girl to get picked and drumroll please," dispersed by the host. When suddenly, Liam stiffly stood on his chair and raised his right hand. Yanked the microphone from the host and cleared his throat. "Good evening to all the guests and to our incumbent sponsors. I feel like the most important thing to do tonight is for all to have fun and just cut the rug. And I don't want girls fighting for me," said Liam with beads of sweat in his facade. "Because there's only one girl whom I want to devote my night with. I don't know if she's here tonight. And to that very special girl, I've sent you a secret message just right now. I hope you meet me at the rendezvous," added Liam. I grope myself scanning the whereabout of my phone. I remembered that I left my handbag at our table. So, I hit the ground running with a brief goodbye to Jake. Liam's whim silenced the crowd and as Aries tried to lighten up the mood, I speedily trailed myself to the location of Blake and Ashton staggering. I can feel my legs giving up on me, my sight's getting hazy, and my hearing's betraying me. I tripped and luckily, a hefty arm saved me before I could hit the cold, hard ground. The weak figure that I tried to figure out created a phantom visual after I get unconscious. I woke up with the worst headache that I've had in the history of my life. I can see the morning light slanting through the large panels of window. Birds gliding and warbling outside. Then I realized, I'm in some stranger's bed. I am cloaked with thick pajama garments and I started walking close to the patio to examine the place. I saw the Alaskan pool from tonight's party and I'm still at Aries' chateau. I heard a violent rap at the door, then Ashton showed up and Blake holding a breakfast tray that consists of 4 layers of pancake with butter on the topmost part, caramel syrup on a saucier, and a mug of coffee newly brewed. "Oh my god honey. You're a walking travesty last night. Running I mean. We're so sick worried," said Ashton. "Good thing. Liam caught you in your fall," continued Ashton. "Liam descended from the podium and looked all over for you. He's all over the place like a lost leopard," exclaimed Blake. Shit. Liam saw me in a state of lostness. With my hair unkempt, face unrecognizable with redness, and with my mouth reeking with the whiffs of alcohol. So, mortified. We stayed all day long inside the what seems to be guest room. My best friends helped me caught up with all the happenings last night. "Who changed my clothes then? Please tell me it's one of you guys," I said with pleading tone. Their quizzical look says it all. Somebody dressed me up without my consent. Does this day get any worse? "I did". A voice at the threshold of the door sounded. It's Liam wearing a premium bathrobe as he might have eavesdropped some bits of our conversation. Blake and Ashton hurriedly shoot out of the bed and left me alone with Liam. "I feel so ashamed about the fiasco last night. We're going to keep going and thank you for accommodating us," I said. "You never showed up at our rendezvous," said Liam smirking. I don't want to hide anymore. So, I let my face blushed in front of him, looked at him and let myself sank in his magnetizing blue eyes as I hang from his lips. Not a moment wasted, I wrapped my hands in the hollow back of his neck and kissed him in the most unexpected time. He flinched a little, but kissed me back without holding back. It felt like the world bled with showers of never-ending sunshine. I don't want this moment to end. His arms wrap around my curves, his warm body pressed against my plump, and his chapped lips biting mine. His hands trailing from my head to my legs enough to make me moan and put me in euphoric feeling. It felt like a fever dream.Saturday Night The monster brooding underneath my bed crawled up onto me and morphed into a familiar figure. He tried to throttle me as I try to fight back. My ladylike hands were useless against him. His eyes glaring red, hair grubby, and strapping arms strangulated in my neck. I can't breathe. I can’t scream for help. I’m dying! I woke up with my pulse racing, sweat cascading over my face, and my muscles tightening up. I lulled my breathing to mellow it and with Liam consoling me by massaging my back. "Hey, are you okay?" blurted Liam. "It's just a nightmare,” I said as I knead my neck. I noticed how dark it is already outside. I worked myself up and reached my handbag on a rustic table abutting the corner most of the room. I dredged my phone and noticed several messages from Ashton and Mom who's sickly worried. Ashton's missive contains
SUNDAY MORNING.I didn’t get any sleep at all. Not even forty winks. I just gloomily stared at the drawn draperies with the ray of sunlight.Mom has been visiting me from time to time, rapping at my door, asking me to let her come in. I’m skipping meals and ignoring messages from Liam and my best friends.Today was supposed to be my whole week’s convalescence. I tried to fight the urge to stay in my room all day. But the chains are indestructible and my room won’t let me leave, like asking for a company.In twilight, I gathered an infinitesimal bandwidth to stand up and fixed my flyaway hair. Normally, I would always wash my face up with soap but water isn’t
MONDAY DAYSPRING.I rouse myself around 6 A.M., Liam texted me:“See you later at school, babe. Cannot wait for your soft lips and sweet moans.”Liam made me bite my lips just by sending me thirsty letters. This text is an understatement of him wanting you to do something bad to him. We will, he is definitely aroused after his dingy faring with his dad.He is sure jet-lagged from his itinerary yesterday.So, I implored myself to bake him some homemade brownies, to complement his espresso at Frankfurt’s.I arrived at the usual spot where Liam’s having his hearty breakfast.My conjecture was right, he looked bone-tired. I am responsible for Liam’s health, just like when he sent me those red roses.His lips, still as soft as cotton candy, when we kissed and his ocean blue eyes st
We materialized at the police station, where Jake’s being held off, half an hour later after we absorbed the affair.The foreground was seething with variegated news broadcasting station.We tried to keep our faces off the radar by having our hood above our heads. Liam tightened his grip on my hands as we passed by the curious media. He was uptight and furious at the same time.I can hear the wind moaning on our east, mixed with the pandemonium of crews and journalists who’s impatiently waiting for Jake to come out the station.I heard that he was being bailed out by Aries, while the remaining arrested were still incarcerated and to be judged by the Supreme Court later next week.Then, the flicking and flashes of cameras started to play a strobing spectacle in the middle of the moonless night. Jake was rushing, mortified of the possibility of tarnishing his dad’
This feels sinful but right at the same time. I put down the glass of water on the countertop. I was moaning as Caleb’s lips feast on my neck and collar bones. I was too caught up that I didn’t notice it was Caleb’s bare chest pressing on my back.The smell of Caleb arouses me and puts me under a lusty spell. Feels like I was levitating, transporting me into a sacred oasis.He started untying my robe after he unbuckles his belt pants. I can feel Caleb’s wholeness behind rubbing against me.He flipped me around, then carried me up the countertop, groaning my name. He pinned my hands above my head and coercively wrapped both my legs around his muscular waist. He started groping my chest with his tongue trailing from my mouth down to my breast.I wanted to stop him, but he’s so deft at making me not to say no with my concupiscence for him.
Be thankful or not. Be thankful or not. Be thankful or not.This phrase kept rewinding over my head as I try to make a straight eye contact with dad. His place looks rundown with the wallpapers barely sticking on the walls, hanging for their lives. The tiling screams for replacement, water pipes to the fore of the wall, and a defunct hanging clock that seems more like an embellishment rather than a useful instrument. Not to mention the noisy neighbors having a spat at the adjoining room.“How are you darling?” he said coolly.I can feel pity, anger, and gratefulness all at the same time. He’s a trainwreck and I have a lot of pointed questions that I needed answer.“Thank you for saving me last night,” I answered plainly.That’s the only sincere respond that I’m going to give him. I don’t want to discredit his valiant effort though t
Liam’s dream career is within his arm’s reach. His Holy Grail sitting in the room where he’s in. His closed-up radiant façade moved the hearts of millions of viewers. What ensues is carved in stone. I wish he was singing to me.Saturday Morning.Today was Liam’s awaited audition for a nightly telecasted singing competition. He must feel very excited. It has always been his focal point ever since he was a kid.I’ll have my uneventful day with open arms, for I want to stay at home all day long. Play with Kit, who grew advanced of his time. Taught him a few tricks and I’m proud to say, he’s a fast-learner.I did my laundry earlier than I scheduled it every weekend and centered at my assignments that are due next week.Mom completely conceded to skip a Movie night for Liam. Even if I already told her about our split u
Midterms is just around the corner. I was busy scribbling notes for the upcoming examinations and frequently hang-out with my classmates after class for a group study. Midterms is on the top of my triage, crucial to passing this school year.I provoked and disciplined myself to study harder every time a general examination is in the offing, brewing. So, Liam and I have had lesser time to meet with each other, especially after his successful performance at the Brussels Idol.Speaking of rendezvous, dad’s checking up on me from now and then, by inviting me to have meals over at his apartment, in which I appreciate a lot.Needless to say, I’m not a fast learner, but I was able to dominate the prelims without a hitch. It’s just that I aim to retain my consistency.SATURDAY MORNING.Elijah and I decided to devote our time studying the whole day at their house. No time for procrastinating, literally, no time to waste.Elijah&rsqu