Finding Love Again

18

The sound of a slightly unsteady gait echoed through the entrance hall as Liam stumbled into the mansion, his steps faltering. The pungent scent of alcohol clung to him as he attempted to maintain some semblance of composure. Maya, waiting in the living room, couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief at the sight before her.

She lets out an exasperated sigh before grabbing his arm. "Look at you," she remarks, her tone a mix of annoyance and concern. "You can't even stand properly."

Liam grins lopsidedly, attempting to play it cool. "I've had worse nights, trust me."

Maya, unimpressed, guides him upstairs, his stumbling steps echoing through the quiet house. Upon reaching his room, she unceremoniously throws him onto the couch. Crossing her arms, she gives him a stern look. "You're a mess."

Liam, now on the couch, shoots her an irritated glance. "I can handle myself, Maya. You don't have to babysit me."

With a nonchalant "OK," Maya turns toward the door, ready to leave him to his own devices. Just as she reaches for the handle, Liam's voice stops her in her tracks. "You're not really gonna leave me like this, are you? All smelly and dishevelled?"

Maya turns back to him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, you did say you could handle yourself, didn't you?"

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With a hint of sarcasm in her tone, she asked, "Mr. Foster, do I help you take a shower now?"

He nodded, admitting, "My head is wobbly, and it feels hot in there."

Maya reassured him, "The A.C. is on its highest. It's just the effect of alcohol. But if you want, I can help you freshen up."

Liam, somewhat defeated, grumbled, "Don't lecture me on alcohol. Just help me or leave me alone."

Maya nodded, uncrossing her arms. "Alright, Mr. Foster. Let's get you sorted."

With that, Maya took charge, guiding Liam to the bathroom. The room was dimly lit, the cool tiles providing a stark contrast to the warmth outside. She turned on the water, adjusting it to a suitable temperature. Liam, still in a state of inebriation, followed her lead as she helped him undress and step into the shower.

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In the shower room, she helps Liam Foster undress, carefully leaving him in white Calvin Klein boxers.

She maintains professionalism: "I'm here to assist with your shower, Liam, let's keep it professional."

Liam, with a teasing grin, presses on: "Come on, join me. It's just a shower, after all."

She hesitates, emotions entangled: "Liam, we need to focus on the task at hand, not our feelings."

Liam persists: "Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken. What do you say?"

Caught off guard, a gasp escapes her mouth as Liam pulls her into the shower fully clothed. He covers her mouth and pulls her close, the unexpected aggression igniting a complex mix of emotions.

She manages to muffle a protest: "Liam, what are you doing?"

Ignoring her words, he pulls her even closer, their bodies pressed together. The running water soaks them both, her clothes clinging to her skin.

His piercing gaze meets hers, and in that moment, the untold passion between them becomes palpable. Water droplets cascade down her face, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

She attempts to speak, but Liam's hand on her mouth silences her, leaving only the sound of the shower's rhythmic cascade. The air thickens with desire as he holds her close, their wet clothes clinging, creating an electric connection between them.