I sat up straight, wide awake now, and leaned closer to make out his words. I was in my full panic mode but then I realized I was panicking for no reason. He has just strained his neck.  "My neck!" He groaned. "Ow!" "Here," I said, pushing a pillow to support his neck better.  "Where...where am I?" He mumbled. "What time is it?" "You're here. At my home, in my room," I said. "And it's... half past four in the morning," "Urgh, my head!" He muttered. "Can I get some water?" "Yes, of course," I hurried to my bedside table and fetched a glass of water for him which he drank greedily. "More?" I asked

I landed at the JFK airport to an unpleasantly warm weather and grimaced as I remembered my lazy days by the pool back in Seattle. Two days after the drama, Liam left for home while I stayed back to spend much-needed time with my family and to think about how I was going to sustain myself in New York now that I didn't have a job. I wondered how long I could last before my savings were finished. I needed to find a job first thing and then enroll in museology. The news of me going back to New York was still unknown to Kris because I wanted to give her a surprise, who was moving in with Sean in a few days. It was all a part of Liam's plan to keep both of us safe. Kris will move in with Sean where she will be safe and I was to move into Liam's gigantic penthouse before Liam's birthday which was a week lat

Disclaimer: The event showed here is only for fictional purpose and has nothing to do with The Metropolitan Museum Of Art in reality. It's for entertainment purposes only. ______________________________________________ "You took my breathe away, Ms. Sayles," Liam whispered, pulling me closer for a swift kiss. "You too," I smiled. "Bowtie suits you, Mr. McKinnon," "I can't wait to get rid of it," He winked, making me blush. "I can't believe you're going to live with me from now on," "Well, I am...so suck it up," I laughed. "So tell me, what can we expect from this event?" "Lots of people from the art world for sure," He said. "Just the pl

Sunshine streamed into my room waking me up. Beside me, Sofia was curled up against my chest looking beautiful as usual. Her naked body was wrapped around mine and at the moment it felt like the most natural thing of my life. We fit in together perfectly. Turning, I perched up on my elbows and stared at her. Her lips were slightly swollen and that made me smile. Last night was... undescribable. Sofia was a sensual creature and the picture of her on top, her mouth slack and eyes closed as she took me in, made me uncomfortable at the moment. But I refused the urge to wake her up and just watched her sleep instead. This I can get used to. "Good morning, birthday boy," Sofia greeted, standing at the threshold of my study.  "Morning beautiful," I smiled. "Up already?"

I stifled a yawn as I shuffled through the brochures that just came in freshly after printing for the exhibit next month. Last night, Liam told me he has never watched Pretty Woman and that I felt was outrageously insulting. So I got the DVD and made him watch it and just like everyone else it took no time for him to fall in love with Vivienne Ward. Julia Roberts had her style.  There was a different charm about movies made in the '90s and once you start watching there was no turning back. And we didn't. After Pretty Woman, Liam insisted on Notting hill but I wanted to watch The Crush. By the time it was three in the morning, we have watched both our choices along with My Best Friend's Weddin