One Night in New York

Chapter Seven

Meeting someone's family is nothing more than an interview to see if they believe you are a good fit for their loved one. They sit and silently judge you as you try to appear to be the ideal person for their son, daughter, brother, sister, or whatever. That time is critical in any relationship because if their family doesn't like you, you might as well walk out the door.

I jumped in the shower and packed a bag for the next week because I didn't want to look like a slob or smell terrible. We had two hours before our flight left New Jersey, so I had time to prepare. Liam must have anticipated that I would come because he was packed and ready to go. As we approached the car, he opened the door for me, relieving Andrew of that responsibility. I was surprised to see a dozen red roses nestled together on the seat waiting for me. It was a lovely sight, and I knew right then that he had expected me to say yes from the start.

I loved the gesture and turned to thank him properly, with a kiss. We made the thirty-minute drive to the airport, boarded his impressive jet, and made the under three-hour flight to Gulfport, Mississippi. Instead of dozing off or watching movies, Liam and I caught up on nearly three weeks of not seeing each other, needing the alone time.

We were finally landing after nearly three hours of hot and heavy sexcapades, and I couldn't be happier to be down south. Andrew flew with us this time because he was close to Liam's family and had been in Liam's life for years. He was not only Liam's driver but also his best friend, just like Angie and I. Andrew got a nice break because Liam gave him the week off to enjoy himself and hired someone else to be our driver for the week.

We drove down Highway 90 in the black Lincoln, taking a detour to see all of the breathtaking sights Gulport and Biloxi had to offer. I was astounded by all of the lights and nightlife that the casinos brought to the town. Liam kept an eye on me as I stared out the window, smiling at my reaction to the city.

"What?" I laughed as I caught him, giving me an endearing grin.

"You're just cute, is all."

"No, you're just cute and sexy and the man of my dreams." OK, I didn't say all of that, but I sure thought so. I just gave him a soft smile back.

"So, anything I need to know about your folks?" I wanted to be prepared, in case they were old school in their ways.

"No, not really. Well, actually, my mom became a kind of a snob when I made it big. I bought them a house and took care of my mom and dad, and she let it go to her head. My dad is a very humble man. But just ignore my mom. She is harmless."

I'm not going to lie, hearing that made me a little nervous because I made a lot less money than Liam. I desired the approval of both of his parents. Then it hit me, "Oh God, I'm about to get sick."

"Excuse me, can you please pull over!" I urgently asked the driver. I felt as if I was about to hurl all over the seat.

"What, here?" The chauffeur confusingly asked.

Liam had an equal look of confusion on his face as I yelled back at the driver, "Yes, right here!"

Our chauffeur quickly pulled into the median; it was the only place he could think of because I was about to throw up. As the car slowed, I opened the door and hurled all over the pavement. I didn't even give him a chance to stop before the contents of my lunch hit the ground.

"Seriously, again. What the hell was making me so sick?" I silently asked myself since  I couldn't put my finger on what was making me so ill.

In a panic, our driver dashed over to the first gas station he saw so I could clean myself up. I rushed in with my toiletry bag, made my way to the filthy bathroom, and proceeded to rinse my mouth. Liam seemed concerned as I walked back to the car since I had barely said anything before the disgusting turn of events.