“That’s not actually what she said. She said––”
“I don’t care what she said. Now that she’s gone, I’m going to make sure you’re well rested and don’t put any more strain on yourself.”
“I have a swollen dick, I’m not incompetent, you know?”
“I don’t care. I’m the reason you have that swollen dick, so I’m going to make sure I nurse you back to health while we’re on this island.”
“Even if it means no sex?” I ask.
“Listen here, you cock tease, she didn’t say wecouldn’thave sex. She just said that we would need to refrain from any sexual activity that required the use of your cock.”
I give him a sheepish grin. “With you, that doesn’t leave many options,” I add.
“Touché,” he replies. “Okay, smart ass, if that’s the game you want to play, then batter up.”
“No. First, I’m going to take you on a date, like we agreed.”
“Dylan, there’s––”
“Don’t even try to talk me out of it. Now I want you to get the hell out of here and don’t come back until later this afternoon. Understood?”
He gives me a questioning look, but he also knows better than to argue with me, especially when I’m in this vulnerable state and I have my way of making him listen to me.
“You know you’re an asshole, right?”
“What’s your point?”
He leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. “Just don’t overdo it and push yourself,” he warns.
“Yes, Dad!”
He grabs his phone from the table and then heads to the door, turning to give me one final look of warning before he pulls it open and walks through it.
I spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for my date with Liam, making sure I have everything absolutely perfect. After visiting reception and grabbing some brochures, I’ve organized a special banquet and arranged for it all to be delivered to the Bali Cliff Suite, which is only a short walk away from where we’re staying here at the Great House. It’s also given me the opportunity to explore these gorgeous surroundings. The Great House is perched on the highest point of the island, providing a breathtaking panoramic view of the Caribbean, as well as the neighboring islands. The receptionist told me that they call this place a private paradise, and it’s obvious why. It’s surrounded by crystal-clear waters, coral reefs, and palm-fringed white sandy beaches.
The Bali Cliff Suite is the island’s most romantic setting, according to the woman at reception. It features two en-suite bedrooms and perches on the edge of the seventy-four-acre island, surrounding the Caribbean Sea. I figured, after we enjoyed our meal, we could both spend the night in one of those bedrooms. There’s also a heated pool, which according to Doctor Newman, would be the perfect remedy for my injury. I take a look at my watch, it’s almost a quarter to five, and I’m expecting Liam to walk through the door at any moment. I knew the weather was going to be mild during our stay here, and while I didn’t pack any fancy clothing, I was prepared for my date with Liam.I packed my black jeans, which are torn at the knees, a pale pink button-down shirt, and sliders for my feet. As if right on cue, I hear the door open and I look up to see Liam walkingtoward me. He leans forward, preparing to plant a kiss on my lips but I take a step back, stopping him.
“Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I ask.
“Well, Iwastrying to kiss you,” he replies.
“I’m sorry, but I never kiss on a first date. At least not before dinner,” I tell him.
“Oh, I get it, we’re pretending,” he acknowledges.
“My stuff is in another room so we can get dressed separately. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes?” I ask.
He looks at me inquisitively and when he realizes that I’m not kidding, he nods in agreement.
“Okay,” he replies, drawing the word out.
With no further warning, I walk out of the room and close the door behind me. I don’t have to walk far because my belongings are only in the adjacent suite. I carefully remove the clothes I’m currently wearing, then opting to go commando so as to not put pressure on my wound, I climb into my jeans. I then shrug into my shirt and do up all the buttons except the top two. When I’m finished dressing, I move to the bathroom where I splash on some aftershave and squeeze a wad of gel into my palm and work it through my hair with my fingers. Satisfied with my appearance, I walk back out into the room, sit down on the bed and wait.
By the time I’m due to pick up my date, I’m nervous as fuck. I know that sounds totally ridiculous, but I’m treating this as if it were a real date, and it terrifies me. More so because I’ve never been on a proper, real date with anyone before and even though I know Liam, I’m treating this date like a first-time meeting. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, then get to my feet and walk out the door and head straight to the next room. I inhale a deep breath, then exhale and knock on the door.
I hear the sound of footsteps getting closer on the other side of the door, and when the door opens, I find Liam standing on the other side. He’s wearing a pale blue, button down shirt, white denim jeans which are torn at the thighs and reach down to the top of his ankles, and on his feet, a pair of black, shiny pointed shoes.
Well, damn!
