"Oh, my head." Moaning, I lay myself back on the pillow as quickly as I try to get up. My hungover vision spots Mr. Darcy, who's seated right beside me on the bed. "I'm dying, Liam."

"Oh, really now?" Liam laughs, taking a single pill from its package. "Here. Let me get you some water." He gets up soon after handing me the Advil—yuck!

"Damn, I hate pills. I'd rather have coffee instead," I lament with a grouchy face.

"But you said your head hurts too much, right?" Liam uncaps the bottle of water he's holding as I finally manage to sit up. "You should quit drinking, baby. I mean it." He beams like the sunshine oozing through the window, his shirtless body tanned and gorgeous.

"It's all your fault." I throw the pill into my mouth, my face crunched as though I'm swallowing poison.

I seriously hate pills—and fuck, I've got more to take. Speaking of which, did I take my birth control pill yesterday? I don't think I remember doing so. Shit!

"My fault?" Liam chuckles, returning to the bed with eyes settled on me.

"Yes." I swallow the Advil and take a deep sigh of refreshment after gulping a lot of water. "You were probably busy with some bimbos over there, enjoying the show, and I was going crazy thinking of it," I say while handing him the bottle of water.

I wonder how his bachelor party went last night. Did he have fun doing some shitty stuff I'm busy imagining?

"If you're done talking and thinking nonsense, get up and take a shower. I've ordered us breakfast, which means you are staying right in this room until you beat that hangover," Liam says, and it's an order given the no-discussion look on his face.

"Hmm. Does this mean I'm grounded?" I ask him, my grin playful.

"It appears so, Ms. Jones." He smiles gently. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something." He puts the water bottle on the nightstand and stares back at me.

"What? Are you going to remind me of what happened last night?" I feel like I've done something disgraceful while drunk last night, even though I only recall pushing Liam onto the bed after crazily whipping off his shirt.

Liam bursts out laughing. "You did several indescribable things, but you have no reason to worry about your reputation, my love."

"Oh God! Why do I feel like I have more reasons to worry now?" I scowl, lying to my side facing him.

"You're funny. Come here." He smoothly pulls me to his side so that I lean on him. His arms wrap around my frame, spooning me onto his chest "Well, what I wanted to tell you is that . . . Samantha called you earlier, several times, so I had to pick up."

"Why? Is there anything wrong?" I gaze up at him, startled.

"No. She's perfectly okay. Even better." Liam smiles. "Her boyfriend is here."

"Jonathan?" I flash my eyes open, stunned.

"Unless she has another boyfriend, then yes. He arrived this morning, and I guess she wanted to share the news with you." Liam looks happy this morning, his smile bright as he shares this little gossip with me.

"Oh wow! That's wonderful. Now this feels like a vacation, huh?" I lie comfortably, hugging Liam's chest. "I don't wanna move from here," I whisper, my eyes shut tiredly.

I feel Liam's heart beating against my ear—such a fine tune. His lips touch the top of my head and his kiss turns soft and soothing.

"They stay until you feel better," he replies. "After having breakfast, of course."

"Okay, sir." I close my eyes and drift.

I wake two hours later upon Liam's slap on my butt. Jeez! I frown at him. He's seated beside me, his MacBook on his lap, an email window on the screen.

"Good morning once again, my love. Will you have lunch or breakfast? Because it's already afternoon," he greets with intended sarcasm, as I pull myself out of bed.

Am I still sleepy? No, I should indeed quit drinking if I'm this horrible.

"We can have lunch. I'm not really hungry," I mutter. "I'll go take a shower. I miss myself." With that I leave Liam and head straight to the bathroom.

I don't stay long in the shower. At least the warm water has done some magic in restoring my strength. As I return back to the bedroom, Liam is out of sight. However, his laptop is still on the bed, its screen bright, which means he hasn't left a short moment ago.

I wrap the towel over my head and begin drying my damp hair. While nearing the bedside table, on which I placed my body lotion, I hear Liam's voice coming from the living room. He's talking to someone—maybe the room service—I probe while taking a seat on the bed.

I can hear him, though.

"My decision had nothing to do with the article, how many times should I repeat that?" Liam asks, deadpan.

What's he talking about? I frown.

"Okay. I'd certainly appreciate it if you do that, Scarlet. Like I said, I'm not holding any grudge against you; you can stop worrying about that. Have a good morning," says Liam, and the conversation seems to end right away.

"Scarlet," I mutter, a little hint of disdain at the mere mention of that woman's name.

What does she want from Liam now? I can't help but feel angered by whatever her reasons may be.

Liam appears not long after as I grab the lotion. "You're done with the shower?" he asks, evidently surprised that I'm here so fast.

Proceeding with moisturizing my body, I answer, "Of course. You weren't expecting me to spend the rest of my life in the bathroom, were you?" I lift my eyes at him.

Liam sighs heavily. As he marches closer, he asks, "What's with the attitude, Kira? We were fine just a while ago."

"I heard your pleasant talk with Scarlet." I gently massage my thighs so my skin can absorb the moisture. I get up and fasten the towel I'm wearing. "I see you're still in touch with each other, talking of the past. How lovely." Walking past him, I reach for my blow dryer that's been lying still inside my suitcase.

"You were eavesdropping?" Liam asks teasingly, stalking me with a wide smile. "Such bad manners you have."

"Indeed I was," I retort, "and I'm so good at it, just so you know."

"Oh wow! I'm so proud of you." Liam drops on the chair next to our bed, staring at me with a wider smile.

"Oh please. Don't give me the sarcasm!" I try to walk towards the bed, but Liam pulls me briskly onto his lap. Woah! "What?" I'm slightly annoyed, and he pays no attention to that.

"I'm debating which one is cutter," he tells me comically. "Is it the drunk you, or the jealous you? I can't decide."

"Stop the nonsense, Liam." I force my way out of his grip around my waist, but he presses me even tighter onto him.

"Don't let Scarlet get into you, Kira. I love you, and you know that, so why are you so insecure all of a sudden?" Liam asks in a calm voice, staring at me straight in the eyes. I don't really know the answer. "Alright, why don't we go out and have lunch? I'm really starving."

"I've enjoyed enough of Las Vegas, Liam. Let's leave," I say after a short silence.

"What?" Liam frowns in bemusement.

The more we stay here, the more I get anxious about that woman being in the same place as us. I hate it.

I gaze softly into his eyes, pleading. "I talked to Eleanor yesterday, and I guess we still have a few things to prepare regarding the wedding. And also, I don't want to be in the same place with your ex; at least not on one of the most important days of my life." I come clean.

"Is that what you want?" Liam asks, and I nod. "Okay. We can leave tomorrow." He smiles, taking the dryer from my hand, and then he throws it on the bed.

"Really?" I honestly expected him to get mad about this.

"Certainly." Liam nods. "You're really concerned about my story with Scarlet, aren't you?" he asks seriously.

I guess I do, but I fail to say it out loud.

"I don't know what to do for you to believe that there's no meaning left to whatever I had with her. I'm not sure, Kira," Liam continues. "I have never been in a position where I have to talk or explain about an ex-girlfriend to anyone before. Do you want me to narrate the story of how I met her up to how we ended things? Would that help?"

Would it?

I wonder why people tend to want, so much, knowing about their partner's past relationships. Is it even healthy to do so? Or is it a matter of insecurity that drives us to draw comparisons between ourselves and their past?

"Look, Liam," I start with a sigh, a part of me afraid of ruining what we have. "I don't mean to sound this . . . stupid, childish, or whatever you may be thinking right now. But I honestly can't stand the idea of that woman being in this place. It's just so—"

"Who told you that you sound childish or stupid, huh?" Liam asks playfully, brushing his lips on mine. "If you're no longer comfortable being here, there is no point of staying here. We shall leave this place soon, period."

"Okay," I giggle. "Well, I don't know if I want to hear about your story with her yet. But if I do, will you tell me?"

"I will." He nods automatically.

"Thank you." I smile at him.

"Mention not, my love." He softly takes possession of my lips, kissing me deeply with pure affection, our bodies glued together.

I hug him tight, wishing not to leave his side. No, I don't want to live without this man by my side and the idea itself scares the hell out of me.

"I love you, Liam," I breathe as we pull apart, just an inch or two to spare our mouths.

"As I you. Always, baby." He beams at me, and I return with a wistful nod. "Shall we have lunch right now or later?" The tip of his thumb caresses my bottom lip, alluring me.

"Later will do," I reply, chuckling softly. Wasting no time, my lips find his once again and he takes me with pleasure. We kiss each other for a good while until I whisper, "Make love to me, Liam." I'm already on fire.

My fiancé responds by tugging at the towel I'm wearing. I remain naked on his lap, and his eyes glint with pride as he beholds my nude upper body. I bite my lip. Like a magnet I feel super attracted to this man, as though he's someone utterly new.

Swirling his tongue on my nipple, Liam holds me deftly as I moan his name. I tip my head back to feel his wet kisses on my skin, the second his mouth shifts onto my neck—slowly yet demanding. Damn, he knows how to play with my body, and I love it.

When he caresses my things I part my legs willingly. My mouth reclaims his, my hands on his shoulders to balance my posture. Stoutly, his hand slides between my legs. Oh, fuck me! He glides his thumb smoothly into my arousal, teasing my wet core.

"Oh, baby," I cry softly, the pleasure immense. I want him to go deeper when he slides in.

"Feel good, baby?" he asks, his voice hoarse and ardent. Of course I feel good! Better even, but I only manage to nod my head, eyes shut. "You're so wet, Kira. Not a good girl, are you?" He smiles and I can hardly behold his face.

Making out with my fiancé is always wonderful, but feeling his erection buried into my sex is heavenly. I moan soundly when he leads me slowly to sit on his length, gently sliding my moist female core onto his hardness.

"Ah, Kira!" Liam grunts, gripping my waist tightly. "Slowly, baby. I want you to go pretty slowly."

"Okay," I breathe, and smoothly I start riding him, following his pace as we kiss and laugh at the same time.

It's sweet, lust free, just full of love and passion while staring each other in the eyes. He's in no hurry today, and I can feel his every inch as my body bounces up and down in smooth rotation, my mouth hanging open as I pant in synch with his breath.

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