Fuck, I’ve been asleep for hours.
I guess the excitement of the last twenty-four or so hours have really taken its toll on me. I don’t for a second regret anything that’s happened, and the truth of the matter is, maybe I’ve allowed the recent events to consume me so much that I’m just mentally exhausted. I’m not going to lie, when Liam dropped the bombshell of spending Christmas alone with him on Necker Island, I was … shocked. I honestly wasn’t expecting any of that. The other thing I wasn’t expecting was the hot-as-fuck sex we had, fucking one another in all sorts of erotic positions was only something I’ve ever dreamed of in my wildest fantasies. Experiencing that in real-life with Liam was definitely something I don’t ever plan on forgetting.
There’s all this talk that Liam wants to spend the rest of his life showing me just how much he loves me. Yeah, that kind of freaked me out, even though I didn’t tell him that. But the crazy part? I don’t even know why thefuckthat freaked me out. I’ve wanted Liam since I first laid eyes on the guy, we’reboth consenting adults, and we’re not doing anything wrong or hurting anybody. So why the hell am I lying here analyzing everything like a fine-tooth comb instead of enjoying what we have? I mean, it’s not like the guy just asked me to marry him, it’s just a getaway for the two of us. My phone pings from the coffee table, alerting me of a text message. I look down at the screen and see the message from Liam.
Liam: The resort is available! We can leave tomorrow. Call me when you’re free.
The thought of me and Liam being completely alone on a remote island for Christmas puts a smile on my face and makes me feel all giddy on the inside. I guess when you have plenty of money, you really can have everything that you want. Liam reassured me that it doesn’t bother him that I don’t have money, and I believe him. I knew him before I started working for him, so I’ve never been after his money either, and even though I don’t know how much the guy is worth, I’m sure he would have all his financial affairs legally protected in case someone tried to screw him over. I rub my eyes and then pinch the bridge of my nose. I honestly don’t know why I’m having all these reservations. Maybe things are moving too quickly, or maybe this is normal. God, I don’t know. One thing I do know though, is that Liam Samuels is driving me fucking crazy right now, but for all the right reasons. The sound of my doorbell has me sitting up in the chair and looking around the house in confusion. I then look back down at my phone at the last text from Liam. There’s no way he could get here that quickly, even in his Ferrari.
Unless he wasn’t texting from his house.
No! He wouldn’t just show up here unannounced, not after the talk we had. And when he dropped me off earlier, he said thathe’d wait to hear from me. The doorbell chimes again and I lift myself off the couch and move toward the front door, yawning as I turn the handle. And I’m surprised when I see Elvis and Isabella standing on my front porch.
“Hey,” I say. “What are you guys doing here?”
“You invited us, remember?” Elvis tells me through the wire door.
“I did?”
“You sent us a text a few hours ago saying you wanted to talk to us,” Isabella says.
“I’m sorry, I was exhausted. I’ve been asleep for hours, I must have forgotten. Come in.” I unlock the wire door and make room for the two of them to enter.
Elvis greets me with a big brotherly hug that I always love, and so does Isabella which is followed by a kiss on the cheek. I close the door and the three of us move to the living room where Isabella sits down on the couch and Elvis takes the armchair beside it.
“Can I get you guys a drink?” I ask.
“No, we’re good,” they both say.
“Sit down and tell us what’s going on,” Isabella says.
I sit down beside her and make sure my phone is on silent, the last thing I want is to be interrupted.
“Is everything okay, Dylan?” Elvis asks.
“Everything is fine. Sorry, there’s just … something that I really need to talk to you guys about.”
“Has something happened?” Isabella asks.
“You could say that.”
I sit there in silence for what feels like an eternity but I know it’s only been a few short seconds.
“Dylan, what’s going on? Have you killed someone?” Elvis asks.
“What? No. Nothing like that.”
“Then stop freaking us out and spit it out already,” Isabella orders.
“That’s just the point … I did.”
The two of them give me a questioning look.
“Am I supposed to know what you’re talking about, Dylan?” Elvis asks.
“No. God this is so crazy I can’t even find the words to put the sentences together.”
“Don’t overthink it, Dylan, just––”
