Chapter 10

An hour later, when the euphoria wore off, we both settled under the covers side by side.

I turned my head to the other side so I was facing him and asked, “So, what does this mean now?”

Liam stared at my face for a moment before he turned sideways and popped his head on his fist.

“This means whatever you want it to mean.” He replied, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Smooth. But I'm serious. I don't want you coming at me the next morning claiming that it was a mistake that we fucked.” I wasn't going to have a repetition of last time, and I'll make sure he knew that.

He sighed, “Like I said, Avery. Wise men don't make mistakes twice. And if it happens twice, it isn't a mistake; it's will.”

“So, don't worry about it. I won't be coming to you claiming it was a mistake.”

I stared at his face for a few seconds and then turned sideways, mirroring his posture, so now we were face to face.

“And how are we going to go at it?” I asked.

“Well…it can be just like friends with benefits. We both are attracted to each other, and we both want nothing but only physical commitment from this, so I guess we can go at it that way.” He stated, and I didn't have to ponder because he basically spoke my mind.

“Pure sex. No feelings involved.” I added.

He nodded with a smirk. “Precisely.”

One of my hands started trailing up his arm, and then I lifted my eyes to meet his. “So we're doing it?”

Liam covered my hand with his and replied, “We so are.”

And then I was lying flat on my back with him above me while laughter echoed in the room as his hands tickled my waist.

That laughter soon turned into another round of moaning and gasping.

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The next morning I woke up around eight.

Liam was gone by then, but his smell lingered between my sheets, and I smiled as his fragrance wafted in my senses.

We decided on quite a few things last night.

Our decision to continue this was mutual, and we both agreed that this “sexual relationship” of ours would go on until our parents' wedding.

It was an unofficially official deal.

The day before our parents' wedding date, we'll end this. Or before that if any such circumstances arose.

Neither of us saw any harm in this setting.

We both will get what we want from each other, and then after the wedding we'll both go our separate ways.

Last night I asked him why he suddenly decided that we'll continue this.

He didn't explain much, but his answer was something along the lines of how I was consuming his mind since that night and how no other woman could satisfy his appetite as I could.

It would be a lie if I said that I wasn't proud.

The feelings were mutual, but he didn't need to know that.

He also left me his number in case I needed urgent “help” from him.

I climbed out of bed, changed into some clothes, and replaced the bedding.

Now, as much as I liked his fragrance, I wasn't going to sleep on our mixed dry juices.

I made a quick tour to the bathroom to freshen up and then took the bedding and made my way downstairs to the laundry room.

I saw Dad in the backyard on a phone call as I passed while Mac was busy in the kitchen.

Once I entered, I saw Carla hunched down before the dryer while she took out some clothes.

She instantly turned around when she felt my presence.

“Avery, do you need something?” She asked,d and I just shook my head and showed her the bedding in my hand.

“Oh, you need to wash those? Give me that, and I'll do it for you,” she said and stood up before attempting to take the bedding from me.

“No, it's okay. I'll do it,” I replied and took a step aside, not wanting her to touch it.

“Avery, it's fine. Give me those; I'll do it for you,” She insisted and reached out for a second time, but I again took a step away from her.

“I said I'll do it,” I replied, this time my voice firmer.

And when she opened her mouth again, I knew she was still going to insist.

“Carls, seriously. I don't need your help; I can do it on my own. It's my home, and I don't need anyone to do things for me.” I replied.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw her visibly stiffen before she nodded her head and gave me a tentative smile; then she turned around and went to the dryer.

I regretted saying that, but I also didn’t want her to touch the bedding her son has had sex on.

She wasn't a fool to not get what those stains meant once she saw them.

Plus, she really needed to understand that it was my home.

And she was welcome, but not at the price of me feeling unwelcome in my own home.

I sighed and then proceeded to put the bedding in the washing machine, adding the detergent and everything else needed before setting the timer.

When I stepped back, Carla was folding clothes with her back to me.

My fists clenched at my sides as I contemplated calling her and apologizing, but then I just turned away and left the utility area.

On my way to the living room, I saw Dad coming back through the back door.

“Hey, sweetheart. Good Morning,” He greeted me with a smile,e and I smiled back at him.

“Good morning, Dad!” I replied, pushing back the guilt of upsetting Carla.

“Have you seen Carla?”

“Uhm…yeah. She's in the laundry room,” I answered, and he was about to go in that direction but suddenly stopped.

“Listen, I need to tell you something. The Jacobs landed in Malibu yesterday, and I invited them here for the weekend. So they'd be here today by 6 in the evening.”

He said and stared at me.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Okay. And?”

He sighed exaggeratedly before replying, “And Mico would be coming with them as well. So I don't want you two going crazy with each other. Understood?”

I took a breath and said, “Yeah.”

He smiled at me and then turned around to go to Carla.

“Just what I needed,” I mumbled to myself.

“I heard you,” my dad replied loudly from behind.

I huffed and planted myself on the couch.

Mico and I go way back.

From being born in the same month to being two best friends to attending the same schools all our lives.

From having play dates and clothes swapping to getting dirty in the mud and swimming on the beach.

From calling each other's name to taking each other's virginity.

I had a premonition this weekend that it would go nothing like how Dad planned it.