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“You know what I would be doing in this situation?” I roll my eyes. He would likely send out a private investigator to find her. Not a line I want to cross. But I can’t say the thought of contacting my friend Jamie hasn’t entered my mind.
“I’m not you, Liam. Would I love to find her? Sure. But I’m not gonna stalk her. That’s not my style.” He smirks slightly, and I try to change the subject. “What about you? How are you and JJ? I would say pretty well from the look on your face every time she texts you.” I groan at his cocky grin.
“She’s the love of my life, man.”
“It’s been a month,” I state matter-of-factly. I know Liam falls hard, he always has, but I can see wedding bells in his eyes already.
“I know. I’m not saying I want to marry the girl right now. It would be too soon for her.”
“But not for you?” I ask, eating the last of my food. He just stares at me for a moment, and that smile comes back.
“Nope. I would marry her tomorrow if I knew she was ready. But I know it’s too soon.” He looks down at his phone again, replying to another of her texts. “I do want to ask her to move in with me, though.”
“Really?” I’m intrigued. Liam has never lived with anyone besides his parents, so wanting to share his space with someone is a bit shocking. I, on the other hand, have lived with many different roommates since college. Some of them women, none of them serious.
“Yeah, she’s the one, man. I just need her to catch up to my speed. I’m hoping she’ll agree in the next few months.” I arch a brow, questioning his patience.
“What? I can wait that long!”
He laughs as I roll my eyes. We both know that will be the hardest part of all for him. “Whatever. You laugh now, but just wait until you find the girl of your dreams….” He says it in passing, but the image that pops into my head is vivid. Her long, blond hair, tight little body, and that smile that can bring me to my knees.
Yup. If I ever find that girl, she’ll have a hard time getting rid of me.
4 CLARA
It looks like New Year’s threw up all over Liam’s apartment. Disco balls hang in every corner of the room, and gold streamers fall from the ceiling in spirals, covering almost every inch of the roof. Banners that say, Happy New Year! all over the place. And let’s not forget the confetti. It’s everywhere. Littles stars, bottles of champagne, and the New Year’s number are scattered all over every table and the floor. Seriously, it looks like New Year’s threw up in here.
“Where’s your hat and glasses?” JJ asks from beside me. We went home to change, her into a black sequin dress that she knows Liam loves, and me into a gold number that fits me like a glove and is short enough that, if I weren’t wearing panties, would be indecent to most.
“I told you…I’m not wearing them.” We had this fight on the way back here, and as much as she whines and complains about buying all of it and no one using it, it’s not happening. I am not wearing a cardboard glitter hat or glasses with the year.
Not. Happening.
“Come on, you’re such a party pooper.” She pouts as I hold my hands out in mock surrender.
“You’re the one who made me be a part of this night. If I remember correctly, I wanted to order Chinese food and watch Netflix.”
“Who ordered Chinese food?” Liam says as he rounds the corner from the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. JJ smiles brightly as he catches her in his arms and kisses the hell out of her. “You look gorgeous as always, my love,” he says and then leans in and whispers something in her ear, making her blush.
“Urgh, get a room,” I mutter, making my way into the kitchen to make myself a drink. I’ll give Liam credit for this much, he sure knows how to stock a bar.
The party’s been going for about an hour, and I’m sitting and waiting for the clock to strike midnight so I can go home. I’ve already asked to leave twice, and JJ told me that it’s not an option. I groan inwardly as another of Liam’s stupid work friends makes his way over to me. I put on my best fake smile and sip my drink, hoping the alcohol kicks in so I won’t remember this in the morning.
“I see you’re all by yourself over here. Mind if I keep you company?” That’s the third time someone has used that line on me in the last hour. If I don’t get out of here soon, I’m liable to punch someone in the face. I search the room for my best friend, hoping she can save me, but she’s too engrossed in Liam, whose hands keep wandering all over her body.
Stupid love-sick bastards.
“Actually, I was quite happy by myself,” I say, hoping the guy gets the hint. But he just shifts closer and leans in.
“So, are you here with anyone?” I can smell the beer on his breath and wonder how women find that attractive. He gives me his best seductive look, and I fight a laugh.
“Look, you seem like a great guy,”—blatant lie; I have no idea if that’s true—“but I’m not interested.” His eyes darken, my rejection flowing over him. This won’t be good.
“You’re saying no to…this?” He motions to himself as if he’s some kind of prize. I take another sip of my drink and hope that he gets the hint.
“Your loss, bitch,” he mutters, getting up and walking away to join another group of guys. All their eyes lock on me, and I know he’s talking shit. But what’s the point? I’ll never see them again…at least, if I can help it.
I get up off my seat and head toward the kitchen once more, hoping there’s enough rum left to make a very strong rum and Coke. I have a feeling I’m going to need it to get through the next few hours.
