We had an amazing time at the beach. After dinner we are now having drinks at this cool club with nice Latino music filling the air. Jamal and his gorgeous blonde are the one who led us here. I'm not really a clubbing material, but right now it simply feels perfect. I'm having so much fun . . . talking and drinking with my two girls.The guys kept arguing about football earlier, so we kindly asked them to get lost. Who wants to know what Messi and Ronaldo did, or did not do last season? Even right now we can still hear them arguing as they're seated at the bar, not far from our booth."I hate football," Jamal's blonde utters."Tell me about it." Sam rolls her eyes while pulling the cocktail glass to her mouth. "But it's like every guy in the world loves it, and some of us just have to put up with the nonsensical arguments."I smile and say, "Exactly how they put up with your discussion about the type of nude lipstick to match your skin tone."

Nostalgia enwraps me as I watch Liam moving away. It's suddenly cold, physically and emotionally cold. I embrace the loneliness, hugging myself tight, homesick, my mind ablaze.He's mad . . . so mad and hurt.Sullenly, I make my way back to the girls, and Sam's gaze is what takes my breath away as we bump into each other. She's on her way towards the bar, where Jamal and Natasha are having a lovebird moment. She looks dubiously at me, her face crunched."Hey, where were you?" she asks, and seems a bit tipsy that she nearly stumbles on the barstool."The restroom," I answer.She doesn't buy my answer at all."I'm just coming from the restroom myself, you weren't there," Sam says.Should I just blow everything away?Staring intently at Sam, my heart beating so fast, I find myself uttering, "I was in the restroom first, and then I was with—“"We were together. We went to get some a

"That was quite a scene. Who is that woman? She kind of looks familiar," Sam asks about the wild brunet."Sheila Mateo, the CEO of SM fashion,” Natasha answers indifferently. “Girls, I got to go. My puddles must be hungry by now, and I have a sleep to catch on." She is in a rush."Oh, sure," I reply."I hope to see you again before you leave, huh?" Natasha smiles, and Sam gives her a nod. "Now where is my mister again? He has to drive me home, there's no way I'm taking a taxi like this,” she mumbles to herself as she wanders off.With Natasha gone, my friend finally takes notice of me. She joins me by the pool and starts talking of Malik. We both wonder who that wild brunette is."Are you okay?" Sam asks afterwards.And here we go again."Hey, how many times do I have to tell you that there's nothing between us? I do like him, yes, but only as a brother or a friend." I’m seriously getting tired of this.

Liam appears in the living room all freshened up. He looks better than before, smells splendidly, and I fail to hide my smile at the sight of him."Done?" I ask."Yes, let's go." He hauls me by the waist.We head outside and slip into the Aston Martin. Liam reverses it towards the gate, his eyes between the rear and the front. I didn't know a man could cause uproar with the mare sight of him driving."Oh, I love him," I think out loud, dreamily."What?" Liam utters."Oh, I was talking about—“ I stammer, feeling coy."About who?" Smiling, he halts the car in the middle of the driveway, his eyes mocking with a fine twinkle."You,” I breathe, my voice softer and lower. “That I love you.” My heart beats faster as the words come out.Liam's eyes glisten in that shade of blue as though he's been longing to hear me saying the words. I feel sceptered at the way he looks at me, so promis

I’m lost into the blue sky. "I wish we could escape from here, to a place where only you and I will be." I sigh."Let's do it," Liam says, his fingers playing with my curls."We can't, and you know that," I utter in a very low voice, dismayed at by several reasons."You know if we just tell your friend the truth everything else will be solved, right? I'm not sure what you're expecting from all this, Kira, but I'm getting tired, to tell you the truth," Liam says, his tone hurt and accusing"But it's not that simple, Liam," I whisper."Why not? Do you realize that at some point she'll have to find out about this?" He shifts back, and we're now distant, both physically and emotionally. "Or could it be that you're planning to live your vacation while doing this secret romance, and then forget everything about us once you're done?" His eyes turn dark, and his words inflict nothing but pain.This is unfair."Of