Eleanor prepares a delicious dinner later in the evening. She looks happier having the house full, especially with her son's presence. All of us, ladies, are in the kitchen with her, including Roshni. My curiosity toward this woman is inexplicable.

"So, where are you from, Roshni?" Eleanor asks.

Thank God.

Roshni is seated next to Samantha, who's frowning at her cellphone.

"Um, I lived in Australia for almost my entire life," Roshni answers, and this explains a bit of her accent.

"Are you Saudi Arabian like Malik?" Sam follows, abandoning her cellphone at last.

"Not really," Roshni says, playing with the long braid of her dark, silky hair. "I'm Indian-Arab."

Oh wow! I'm intrigued.

"Roshni means Lightness in Persian . . . or Hindi?" I ask while chopping the vegetables on the countertop, helping Eleanor in preparing the chicken biryani.

And I'm so eager for tonight, my mind is hardly away from Liam. The mere thought of having him to myself turns my cheeks scarlet. I missed him.

"Yeah," Roshni answers. "How do you know that?" She sounds surprised..

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Eleanor looks at me.

I smile at them. "I'm a bit of a curious learner, that's all. I think I read it in some book. I can't clearly remember, but it was something like the Arabian Nights?"

"Yeah, Kiki learns anything and everything," Sam remarks. Everyone laughs. "So you're friends with Malik?" she asks Roshni, and all eyes stare at the half-Indian.

"Um—" Roshni stammers, seemingly uncomfortable speaking of her acquaintance with Malik. Woah! "Excuse me; I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?" She rises up abruptly.

"Betty, can you please lead the lady to the bathroom?" Eleanor asks her house helper, who's just stepped in carrying some fresh milk from the stables, together with Julian, the stable boy.

When Roshni leaves, the rest of us eye each other with a knowing glance. Although none of us comments on the matter, it's very obvious that we've made our guest uncomfortable for some unknown reason.

"Well, I guess there's more to our dear Malik and his little Lightness," Sam mumbles, taking her phone once again.

"Sam!" I can't help but laugh, and so does Eleanor.

"Let's not talk about it again . . . okay, girls?" Eleanor tells us, and we nod.

During dinner everyone looks delighted. Eleanor's cooking is forever the best, apparently, and the person who requested the dish seems even more ecstatic as he grabs his plate right away.

"Malik, I wonder if they fed you in Saudi Arabia," I tease him as I take my seat next to Liam.

"Professor, wait until you try this and you'll understand why I'm in such a hurry," Malik returns playfully. "Aunt, you're the best!" He thumbs up, making Eleanor smile sheepishly.

"Okay, guys, enjoy your meal," Eleanor states happily.

I glance at Liam and my insides unfurl. God, I can't wait to be alone with him. He's eating slowly, a smile on his face.

"Oh boy! I've never eaten this before, but damn!" Sam comments on the food, the rice colorful and inviting, and the chicken well roasted with succulent sauce.

"Do you like it?" Eleanor grins at her.

"I love it!" Sam answers happily, taking the drumstick towards her mouth.

Dinner turns out splendid and the conversation nourishes it even more. The sight is of a happy family, and everyone's face is painted with a smile as Sam and Malik engage us with the never-ending talk.

"So, how was your stay in Saudi Arabia, Malik?" she inquires. "I mean, how is it over there?"

"It was cool. Although it's a little hot in there," Malik replies, his tone unceremonious.

"Oh, that reminds me of my first visit over there," Eleanor remarks cheerfully. "I went on a vacation with my husband on our fifth anniversary. I spent the whole week at the beach because I couldn't stand the heat."

"It can get pretty hot," Roshni says in a soft voice.

"That sounds like my ideal type of vacation. Because I love getting underdressed," Sam remarks, and the conversation takes a turn after a loud laughter.

"You're sleeping in my room, right?" Liam whispers into my ear.

I bite my lip. "You want that?" I utter without eyeing him, my heart jumping with excitement.

He can bet that I'm dying to sleep with him. Fuck, I missed him like crazy.

"You do know the answer, Ms. Jones. Please, don't play with my emotions for Goodness' sake." Liam grins while saying this. Such a playboy.

"I'll think about it," I reply playfully.

"Think about it? You're heartless," Liam murmurs over a glass of water and my smile widens.

After dinner and wishing everyone goodnight I head to my bedroom. Stalking in, I find Liam lying comfortably in my bed while browsing through the photos of the summer vacation-- all the pictures I took safely secured into an album.

"When did you get here?" Smiling, I shut the door behind me.

"Not long ago." Liam puts the album aside, smiling back at me. "Where have you been?"

"With Sam. I was just saying goodnight." I jump onto the bed like a child, happy to finally have this man to myself.

"That's a very long goodnight, baby," Liam murmurs and takes me into his arms. I lie beside him, my head on his chest. "Is there something I'm missing?"

"What do you mean?" I frown, lifting my eyes at him.

Liam chuckles. "I mean, I've noticed that you're kind of overprotective around her. Is she sick? Is something wrong with her?" He's curious.

"Am I overprotective?" I wince, narrowing my eyes at him.

"No. I mean . . . Well, it depends on your answer. So what's going on?" Liam asks, planting his lips on my forehead while playing with my curls smoothly.

"Well—" I start but suddenly stop. "If I tell you, will you tell me about Malik and Roshni?" I try making a bargain.

"What?" Liam scowls, gazing down at me.

"Come on, Liam! I want to know what's going on, because my radar tells me something is up."

"Ms. Jones," Liam says playfully, laughing lightly. "Are you turning me into your gossip buddy?"

I laugh out loud. "Why not? A wife's best friend is her husband, and vice versa is true. So why not? Let's be gossip buddies, Mr. Darcy. I'm gonna be your wife very soon, right?"

"You're something else," Liam remarks coolly, shaking his head amused. "Okay. You've earned yourself some negotiations, Ms. Jones. Tell me now, what's going on with Samantha, and I shall tell you what's going on with Malik."

Well, I guess I'll have to start spilling. I take a deep breath, lying more comfortably while running my hand on Liam's chest. His stout muscles flex, and I absolutely adore the reaction.

"Sam is pregnant, that's the reason why I'm overprotective, which I got to stop," I utter.

"She's pregnant?" Liam is utterly surprised.

"Yeah, she's going to be a mom. How sweet, huh?" I stare wishfully at him, a part of me wanting badly to be pregnant.

Wait, what? My subconscious tuts.

"Yes, very. I'm just a little surprised. But it's great. Kids are lovely." Liam smiles gently.

"Aw, you're lovely!" I snuggle over and kiss his lips, gently and briefly. "I'm a little jealous of her, you know." I make a faint pout.

"Why? You also want a baby?" Liam chuckles delightedly.

Do I? My subconscious refuses to answer; she looks away.

"Yeah, I want a baby." I nod wistfully, toying with the buttons of Liam's shirt.

"Why don't we make babies, then?" Liam says stoutly. "Right now. Let's do it!" He suddenly grabs my body and shifts me on top of him.

"Liam!" I giggle, writhing over him with pure joy.

"What? Let's do it." Liam pulls my face closer to his.

Our lips meet and we begin kissing each other slowly, his strong arms hugging my slender body tightly toward him. He tastes heavenly and my body responds fast without a warning. But no, I can't let him win.

"Wait," I gasp, rising up with a smile.

"What?" Liam breathes, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

"No, you're forgetting something, Liam. You haven't told me about Malik," I whisper gently.

Liam props on his elbows, staring at me with amusement. I bite my lip and lean over toward him. Watching his chest rising and falling as he pants, I slowly start unbuttoning his shirt, my eyes set on his striking ones.

"Please tell me," I mutter, my tone coquettish.

"Damn, you won't give up, huh?" Liam laments, smirking at me.

"No. You better spill, Liam Darcy." I keep my game, heading for the last two buttons, revealing my fiancé's exquisite set of ab muscles. Holy fuck-- he's all mine.

"Okay, they're engaged," Liam says, derailing my trance.

"What?" My eyes go wide. "Engaged? Malik is engaged?"

"Yeah," Liam says. "Roshni is Malik's fiancée."

"No way!" I chuckle softly. My legendary playboy brother-in-law is engaged? This has got to be a joke. "I mean . . . Wow! How? When? Where did this happen?" I rise up so I'm seated straight on Liam's lap.

Liam's blue eyes settle on mine with delight, mainly from my reaction. "It happened a few days ago when Malik went to Saudi Arabia," he answers with a tired sigh.

"Oh? So that's the reason why his father called for him?" I ask.

"Yes, among other reasons," Liam says.

"Oh God! Do they know each other? Or is it some kind of arranged marriage?" I'm eager for more information, finding the matter very intriguing given that I care so much about Malik.

With all my being I wish him to be happy with a woman who truly deserves his golden heart.

"Well, that's the worst part. Malik knows almost nothing about her, and she knows nothing about him . . . except for the basic information and their families," Liam states.

"No, that's fucked up!" I snap. Liam narrows his eyes at me. "I mean, it's messed up?" I chuckle softly, recalling what a classic man my fiancé is.

Jeez he's got to get used to all sorts of profanity from me because my mouth isn't so decent, apparently.

"So, are they going to get married?" I ask.

"Baby, you can ask Malik for other details, please," Liam complains, seemingly tired of my questioning. "I just need you right now and I can't wait anymore." He sits up briskly and hauls my waist into his tight grip.

Oh my. I grin at the fire he ignites.

"Liam." I can feel his erection bulging from where I'm sitting, such a turn on. "Are they sharing a room right now? Because that's going to be awkward for them and--"

"Kira!" Liam snaps.

"Oh, sorry!" I bite my lower lip, my face an inch from his. Man, I should stop being nosy because I can't miss having this awesome pleasure in front of me. "Why don't we go and shower first, and then use your bedroom for something you're dying to do," I suggest.

"Really? Shower?" Liam smiles, his lips lingering about hers.

"Well, if you want to, Mr. Darcy. You're the boss," I mutter.

"Of course not." Liam's lips crush on mine and we begin kissing passionately as though our lives depend on it. "I missed you like crazy, Kira, I don't want to shower right now. I just want to be deep inside you, baby." He sounds hoarse, that British accent of his turning me nuts.

I feel the fireworks and indeed I don't need to shower right now if my body is already on fire by Liam's kiss alone. He swiftly tugs my top above my head, exposing my plain white bra.

"Oh, Kira." Immediately he attacks my lips. I tip my head back, eyes shut, relishing Liam's lips on my neck, and down to my chest.

"Ah," I moan softly and I can feel my desire awakened strongly.

Liam's mouth worships my body like a queen of his heart—that probably I am—throwing me onto the bed and tugs my slacks off my thighs. I breathe unevenly with anticipation, my female anatomy highly aroused by this man's kisses and touches that I love so much.

And when he slides my knickers down, I feel restless at the face he makes upon beholding my total nudity. It's as though we're doing this for the first time, and I'm sure it's mutual given the gleam in his lascivious eyes. He gently kisses my inner thighs and I shudder.

"Oh, Liam," I breathe softly, unable to wait for his next move. I want him now. "Kiss me!" I order, holding his face.

His mouth returns to mine and we continue kissing as he undoes his belt. When he springs his erection I get weak on the knees. He's already hard, big and ready for me. He strokes himself gently, a smile on his face, and I bite my lip impatiently.

"I want to see you," he says and pulls me down to him levelly. Spreading my legs, he tastes my arousal with his thumb, gliding my centre with a smooth touch that makes me scream sharply. "So wet," he whispers proudly, and the next thing I feel is his length pushing gently inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I groan, surprised that I'm tight from being sexually inactive for just two months.

"Ah, you feel good, my love." Liam thrusts his hips gently, weighing my body partially, and then reclaims my mouth passionately while pounding on me. We make love for a good while, changing positions alternately, and it feels heavenly.

When it hits ten I'm lying my head tiredly on Liam's chest. My legs are sprawled across his and I don't want to get up despite his attempts to make me so that we can move to his bedroom. His bed is bigger, and his room is more spacious after all.

And we still need to shower. Ugh, I can't feel my legs. A chuckle finds a way from my mouth, shifting Liam's gaze down at me. I raise my head and kiss his sexy lips, a smile on my face. This feels very good—having him right next to my side.

"Now I need that shower, my love, or else I won't be able to sleep well," Liam whispers.

"Alright. Let's do it." I yawn, snuggling to his side.

"Kira!" Liam snaps, fully aware of my laziness. I giggle softly. "You know what, I think I have a solution for this." Saying this, Liam ejects himself out of bed.

Startled, I stalk him with my eyes wide. "Are you going—" My speech is suddenly suspended when Liam scoops me into his arms and lifts me up bridal style. "Liam!" I squeak.

"See? Problem solved." Naked without a single garment, Liam carries me toward the bathroom.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Touch the little start if you're enjoying the story.