9.Boom! Fame!

He rested his back comfortably against the chair, crossed his legs with an air of sophistication, and gently flipped his long hair to the back in his usual style. He reached for his pocket, brought out a large wrap of weed stick, and a lighter. Igniting the weed, he started to smoke, puffing the smoke directly into my face; I nearly choked. He seemed to unlock new characteristics every moment. I remember Liam doesn't drink; how could he be the one puffing this robust wrap of weed?

He licked his lower lips slowly and seductively, and his eyes stayed glued to me. I don't know why it's taking him forever to reveal his condition.

"Tell us, Liam," Florence urged, and immediately, he shot a deadly glare at her.

"Don't rush me, woman!" he snapped at her rudely, and I was shocked again. This guy isn't only dominant; he's rude too? I thought I was rude, but I guess my rudeness can't compare to this mysterious guy before me. Florence's cheeks flushed red from embarrassment; I could see the puzz