Crazy, Cupid, Love

Nine: Florida Bound and Ben & Jerry's

"Hurry your ass up, M, we're going to be freaking late, and I am not in the mood to hear Hayley complain about how we're ruining her 'itinerary' the whole flight." Nate yelled from the living room.

"Alright, alright!" I yelled back. "Sheesh, somebody's got their underpants in a twist." I muttered as I shoved my phone inside my purse.

Me, Hayley, and Nate decided to have a breather after the rough week we've all had in our respective jobs. My ass was on the line 24/7 just to make sure that the spring collection of Georgia Margarett during the freaking New York Fashion Week next month goes perfectly. I was assigned as the wardrobe manager, so you get how stressful this is. It's been two weeks since I started dealing everything related for fashion week – the designs, the actual clothes, the models' fittings, putting up with some of them with spoiled brat attitudes – literally everything.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but at the end of the day, the stress finally seeps and suddenly becomes too much to handle. I remember one night, Nate caught me slumped against the kitchen counter whilst eating a tub of Ben and Jerry's, staring to the beyond in the middle of the night. That's when he went all overprotective-brother mode on me, and somehow convinced me that this trip was going to be good.

The three of us are going to spend five days in a house overlooking the beautiful Palm Beach in Florida. Hayley called up her aunt there to borrow their house since nobody lived there except for vacation purposes. Nate somehow got me out of work, which I might have to apologize for to Miss G when I get back.

I grabbed my suitcase and purse off the bed, and went on a quick trip in the entire house to double-check if everything is switched off. Once I was convinced, I headed downstairs before my very impatient brother starts ringing my phone.

Once I got off the elevator, I was surprised when I saw Liam happily chatting with Nate outside our building. He was looking fine in that white V-neck that showed off his biceps, paired with green chino shorts and some boat shoes. I didn't notice I was already staring at him when I glanced at his face – wearing an amused smirk.

"Like what you see, love?" Liam wiggled his eyebrows as he grabbed my suitcase.

"Woah there, buddy. What are you doing?"

Liam's eyebrows scrunched, "I'm putting your bags in my car."

"Umm... why?"

Nate chuckled. "He's coming with us, silly. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No... you didn't." I raised an eyebrow at my brother. He knows that I'm not exactly comfortable around Liam right now, especially after what happened two weeks ago.

When Liam wasn't looking, I grabbed Nate's arm and dragged him back inside our building's lobby. "What the hell, Nate? Are you purposely trying to torture me during our trip that you convinced me to go to? You know what, I'm not even gonna go anymore—"