My shirt and jeans had blood all over them, I'd have to try and get it out after I fixed the wound on my head. I grabbed a towel and pressured it against the wound, but then all of sudden, I felt dizzy. I knelt beside the bed, pressing my head against the mattress.
Shit was getting real right now.
I felt pain everywhere, especially my head since I was wounded in actually three places there, my cheek, my forehead and the back of skull.
I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself. The quiet of the room helped zone out the pain. It was so quiet in the room I didn't hear when someone had walked in.
"What's going on in here?" a familiar voice demanded. I turned my head slightly and a tall figure stood in between the doorway. "Marisa?"
That's when I noticed who it was.
Sparkling blue eyes, mad blue eyes .....Liam!
"Liam?" I murmured unsure, squinting.
Shit!
"What happened?" he snapped, dumping his bag on the ground and hurrying to me. My heart pounded like crazy as he kneeled beside me, touching my skin. "Turn around slowly."
I did as he said, not caring that my bra was all lace and that he could probably see my nipples.
Oh well.
"What happened?" he asked again softly, examining my wound.
"I got into a fight at the 'The Round View' bar, the one nearby." I groaned, closing my eyes. The bright light of the room was really bothering me now. "Can you turn off the lights, they're bothering me."
"No," he growled. "You got into a fight at a bar?"
"Yes," I answered timidly. Shit, I hoped his family didn't own that too. He's going to think I disrespected his establishment. "You guys don't own that bar right?"
"When?" he demanded, ignoring my question.
"Like twenty minutes ago." I muttered, opening my eyes again.
"And nobody tried to help you?" His eyes widened, looking furious.
"No," I answered, then slurred out the rest of my answer. "But it wasn't a fight where I needed help, I took that bitch out!"
He gaped. "Are you drunk?'
"Maybe." I giggled, hiccupping. Maybe that's why I got all dizzy, the booze and the hits to my forehead. My brain was off for the night, maybe even for tomorrow night too. Which was not good, I needed my brain tomorrow.
Sigh...too bad there wasn't someone I could depend on to help snap me out of this state.
Eying Liam suggestively, I bit my lip. "Are you going to take care of me Liam?"
His eyes widened at my sultry tone. "What? You don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't I?" I smiled at him, crawling on to the bed and lying down with the towel on my head. "Why are you in my room anyways?"
"Your room darling, this is my room." he grumbled, getting off the ground. I heard him go into the bathroom, then the mattress depressed. His warm hands grasped my shoulders turning me towards him.
"Hey!" I groaned. "I'm trying to heal here!"
"Shut it!" he demanded, putting a wet towel on my forehead. "The wound isn't that deep, but it's going to take some time before it heals."
"And you're the expert on wounds healing, considering the way you and Xander fight. I'm surprised your face isn't plagued with scars, but you're lucky, your face is perfect." I told him softly, my hand reaching up to caress the side of his face. Surprisingly he dipped his face into my palm, allowing me to hold him, feel him. "You're taking care of me Liam? That's nice of you."
"You're drunk," he stated softly, jerking his face back. "You can have the room, I'll leave."
"No!" I yelled and he stopped in between the doorway. "Don't leave me, I don't want to be alone tonight!"
"What do you want me for?" he turned and asked, warily.
"Take care of me. That's it. I'm not asking much, am I?" I whimpered, pouting to him. I could see him greedily scour my body with his beautiful blue eyes, hungrily, as if he were in pain.
"You like what you see Liam?" I asked him, pointing my leg towards him. He walked over to me, grabbing my leg, caressing the skin with the tips of his fingers.
"You're drunk Marisa, your wound is cleaned. Just go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Liam said, lowering my leg back down.
"You don't want this," I asked him, pushing my hips up. "I know you want this."
"Who wouldn't?" He smirked, shaking his head. He leaned down and whispered. "Go to sleep, baby."
He kissed me on the forehead, and caressed the side of my jaw before turning the lights off, closing the door and leaving me to instant sleep.
"Wake up!" Xander laughed, tugging a strand of my hair lightly. On a normal day that would have been fine, but not after getting into a fight where my hair was pulled repeatedly.
So much for having the only key.
I groaned loudly in pain. "Don't do that!"
"I've been thinking." Xander started. "Tonight after dinner, we should have a pyjama party."
"Fuck off." I muttered into the pillow.
"I'll wear my tight black Armani boxers and you can wear this little number again, unwashed. Then because you're a good little girl, you'll give your uncle Xander a turn with your delectable undergarments." Xander purred.
"You're disgusting and that's not going to happen." I replied nonchalantly. I'd heard all this shit before from him and it didn't affect me as much as before. I was becoming immune to his speech, slowly.
"We'll see." Xander murmured. "By the way, your boobies look fucking uh-mazing in that lace bra, my compliments to Maria, her taste as always is divine."
"That would probably be the closest thing to a compliment that's ever going to come out of your mouth that's not completely disgusting. Thank you." I said then cringed after brushing my fingers over my wound.
"You hurt yourself last night?" Xander murmured, caressing my forehead. I wasn't all there right now, so I didn't fight his touch since it was in innocent territory.
For now at least.
"Yeah, got into a fight last night at 'The Round View' bar last night." I explained.
"Oh really, well I'll have to go there later and ask for a recording. Knowing you, it was probably entertaining. Then again, you're not supposed to be fighting, it's violating the agreement my lawyer made with the judge handling your case. But tell me now, who won?" Xander grinned.
"Who do you think won?" I replied, eying him.
"My trusted little sidekick that's who!" Xander yelled joyously. "I knew I picked well, choosing you as my closest confidant, my most beloved ally for a reason. There's no job, no task you can't do, no obstacle that you can't take down with your own bare hands."
"Yeah, something like that. Can you close the curtains and go away, I want to sleep." I said, tucking myself back into the pillow.
"Absolutely not! It's two in the afternoon." Xander exclaimed.
"So, I'm a free bird, I can sleep in if I want." I mumbled into my pillow.
"Agent M," Xander smirked. "I'm calling you in tonight again, you better be on your best game tonight."
"I'll be good for tonight, let me sleep." I groaned.
"Darling you've got five hours to get ready." Xander explained.
"I can get ready in two, there, happy. Now let me sleep." I groaned again.
"What about the wound, how are you going perform with a big gash on your forehead?" Xander asked.
"It's fine, you should have seen it before, it was much worse. Thankfully, with the room mix up, all was good." I muttered into my pillow.
"What are you talking about?" Xander asked, sounding confused.
"You said no one used this condo, but this is Liam's room. You put me in his room." I explained.
"What are you talking about? Liam never takes rooms on the fifteenth floor anywhere, that's my territory. His territory is on the sixteenth. After I bought my condo's here, older brother decided he wanted one too, but he bought his a floor higher. It's his lucky number." Xander explained. "He was really in here?"
"Yeah, I guess I forgot to lock the door. He cleaned my wound for me." I explained. The bed bounced and all of a sudden Xander pushed me on to my back, pinning my arms down while straddling me.
"Did he see you in lingerie?" His eyes widened, looking furious.
"Yeah, I had blood on my clothes, why?" I squinted through sunshine. "Close the fucking curtains!"
"I'm the only one allowed to see you in this!" Xander growled.
My eyes rolled. "Fuck off, you're not my man! You're just my 'best friend', sort of."
"He's not allowed to see you like this, only I am. You belong to me!" Xander fumed.
"I belong to no one. Now get the fuck off of me before I have you arrested for sexual assault, you bastard! Or, before I kick you in the balls!" I snapped.
He jumped off the bed and adjusted his shirt, then turned around and adjusted something else.
"Liam is not who you think he is. Stay away from him and don't talk to him." Xander demanded.
"Why?"
"Because, he's out to get me. He thinks he can get information out of you by playing prince charming!" Xander explained.
My eyes rolled. "He's out to get you how?"
Xander snorted. "Trust me, you wouldn't understand, but it's a little something called jealousy."
"I'm sure he's not jealous of you, why would he be jealous of you?"
"Because, I am a God!" Xander grinned, closing the curtains. "You have a few hours to sleep, then I'll be back to prep you for tonight!"
Xander exited the condo and I went back to sleep, pretending our conversation never happened.
But not before a few pressing thoughts plagued my mind.
Did I come on to Liam last night?
Shit!
I did....
CHAPTER 32.
After sleeping for a few more hours, I woke up around 5pm with sweaty hair peeled against my face that smelled like shit. Taking a shower with a healing wound turned out to be more difficult than expected, as the hot water splashed over it, I cringed from the pain. After getting dressed, I covered the wound by wearing my hair down with the headband Xander gave me yesterday over it.
"You look cute tonight." Xander purred next to me in the back seat of the SUV. We were on our way to his hotel for a 'special' dinner.
That's all the information I was given about tonight's event.
"Thanks." I eyed him warily, smoothing the skirt of my short sleeved, ivory cream dress.
"You look like a sexy Librarian in it." He smirked and then bit his lip, running his finger along the hemline. "Are you wearing anything special underneath?"
I slapped his finger away. "What difference does it make, it's not like you'll be seeing anything, anytime soon."
He grimaced, adjusting the cuff of his navy suit jacket. "What about the lingerie you wore this morning?"
"Oh those, I put them in the washing machine before showering." I explained, stifling a smile.
"Why?" His jaw dropped, looking horrified.