Flames Of Passion In Los Angeles

Ana POV -

"So is it Siberia where you come from?" I look at Liam, noticing his curiosity before I break into bits of laughter.

"What? What's so funny," he asks, amused.

"Siberia..." I manage to spit out before another short wave of laughter hit me. I feel my eyes tearing up from the laughter.

"Yes, It is Siberia that you are from, ye?".

"No, it's Serbia..." I correcting, trying so hard not to break into another fit of laughter. I think I've had a bit too much wine for tonight...

"Close enough. Serbia, Siberia... What's the difference?".

I raise an eyebrow. "Let's begin by saying that one is a country while the other one isn't. The other one being Siberia.".

"Wait, Siberia is not a country?". I chuckle at his reaction.

"No, its a large region found in Russia," I reply.

I take a deep breath, marking the end of my sentence. I look up at Liam, just to find his mildly impressed face congratulating me.

"You do know it's basic Geography, right?" I add.

"That is why I don't know, I am horrible in Geography. Never was good at it...".

"And I like Geography..." I reply, causing us both to slightly chuckle.

"Anyways, tell me more about you?" He says.

There is a short break as I root through my head for any other information about me that might be interesting.

"Well..." I begin.

"Fun fact I guess you never knew... I was a chef, but only for a very short while.".

I see Liams' eyes grow in surprise.

"A chef?".

I nod. "Yes.".

"Wait... you said how you were for a short while, why for a short while, what happened?... Sorry, I am asking too many questions".

I chuckle slightly.

"No, it's fine... but yeah, my very close friend, Andrea, yeah she and me, we operated a small cafe/restaurant of some sorts.".

I see Liam, intrigued by my story.

"What happened so you stopped?".

I look at him. "Life happened...". I was hoping he'd understand, but I was proven wrong when I see the confused look on his face.

"Our miniature restaurant went bankrupt..." I elaborate.

"Ohh... I am sorry..." he says.

"No, it... it's fine, at least it's all fine now. Back then... it s.u.c.k.e.d because we put in so much work, blood and sweat into the restaurant... It was a great loss...".

I was met with silence one I finished my sentence, I can see Liam looking at me cautiously.

"May I ask, how did your business go bankrupt?".

I smile, I am glad he is enjoying this blatantly horrible topic that I choked his with...

"Back in... 2012, when our business was in full function and power, our restaurant was one of the more well-known food outlets in our area, especially because it was ran by two teenage girls. It was all nice and simple until a competitor came along, another restaurant. At first, not many people cared about the new business that has just settled in the area. Slowly, the restaurant began to welcome more and more new customers, to make things worse, our customer count began to go down.".

I take a short break, to see if he is on board with everything I have just said.

"Okay. So both Andrea and I knew it was only a matter of time before we'd lose all of our customers. Never, not even in the back of our heads, did we think we would've... 'given up' our business.". I see Liam's eyes striking mine when 'given up' came out of my mouth, causing me to quieten down.

"I'd then assume after the bankruptcy of your business, you two went your ways...".

I nod. "Yes... but we'd still have been in touch. We were like sisters, nothing could tear us apart. I only realised how close we were when I left for Euromania...".

"Have you two reunited ever since?".

"Yes! Many times...".

He sends me a smirk before looking down at his drink.

"And now you are here in LA...".

"Yup, in LA, WAY out of my comfort zone and on top of that, I have f.u.c.k.i.n.g clue what I'm doing..." I reply, causing him to chuckle.

I look at him take a quick sip of wine.

"Ana... I was thinking something?...".

"Yes?". This time, I take a quick sip from my wine glass.

"Want to join me for a movie night?".

I look at him, thank you lord I swallowed the wine that was in my mouth.

"Well?...".

I can't help but let a small smirk grow on my face.

"What's so funny?" I hear him ask, raising an eyebrow.

I clear my throat before answering. "It's just if this is your way of getting closer to me and making me suck your face off, it is not going to work..." I reply, ending with a teasing smile.

"Well, firstly, I'd make you suck something else other than my face, much bigger than my lips and secondly if I was to want to get myself onto you, we'd be in my bed right now, me on top of you...".

My face instantly turns lobster red.

"Also, for your answer, no. I don't want to hook up with you because that would be highly unfair on my brother, but along with that, I am a man of my word. I said that I was sorry and that it is never to happen again. I am simply asking you to join me for a movie, I'd like some company.".

I am not gonna lie, I do feel slightly embarrassed for confronting him like that...

"... sure..." I reply.

"Great!" he says, standing up. Just as I am about to stand up, I am forced to stay back down as a sudden rush of nausea hits me for a brief second, enough to leave me with a tingly feeling up my oesophagus.

"Are you okay?" I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Can I get some water, please...". Without any further ado, he rushes past me, getting a glass and filling it up with water.

"Here you go, drink up..." he hands me over the wet glass as condensation slowly but surely wraps around the glass, indicating that the water is cold, just how I like it.

I take a huge gulp, feeling relieved that the tingly feeling is wearing off. "Thank you...".

"Are you better now?".

I nod.

"If you want, I can carry you to the sofa. To make me feel more heroic..." I notice the s.e.xy smirk on his face, causing my cheeks to redden once again. On the other hand, I don't think twice. Someone carrying me? Heaven but with legs.

"Well... If it will make you feel more heroic...".

The smile on his face shows me that he knows my answer is a 'yes'.

"Alrighty, hold tight...".

He scoops me up, bridal style as if I was as light as feather. I wrap my hands around his neck, causing my eyes to land upon his. I can feel my insides tingle while his gaze touches my soul. We stay like that for a minute or two.

"So we are going to play try not to blink, eh?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe...".

"Alright, let's get going before I get even more aroused...".

I widen my eyes. "You what!?".

"Nothing..." He mutters before placing me down onto a sofa. He proceeds on sitting down beside me.

I quietly observe him as he navigated his way with the remote to Netflix.

"Why are you looking at me? Can't get enough of my heroic face?".

I roll my eyes. His eyes once again meet mine.

"Hey, hero... You only carried me... Even a dog could do that.".

"You are heavy tho..." He replies.

"Excuse me!?".

"Yeah, you heard me...".

"Says the one who is fat..." I mutter under my chin.

"Sorry? Me fat?...". He grabs his shirt. "I'll show you how fat I am...".

Before I could look away, his shirt was up, revealing his lean and muscular c.h.e.s.t and abs. I can't take my eyes off him.

"Oh, look at all of this fat... So much fat..." He says, running his hand down his defined abs. For some reason I want that hand to be mine, I want to feel him.

"What? Can't take your eyes off me?". He is right. Not only can't I take my eyes off him, but I am also drooling over him...

I hear him clear his throat.

"Let's see you...".

"Sorry... What?".

"Show me that you are not fat..." He says, challenging me.

"Some gentleman you are..." I let some sarcasm flow out my mouth. I pull up my shirt.

"I am skinny, skinnier than you..." I add, but I see his eyes staring at something. I look down to find myself exposed in a bra. He is staring at my c.h.e.s.t!

"I... I think you should put your shirt back down." I hear his voice. I don't even have to think twice to pull down my shirt. He does the same.

Silence is what follows, he breaks the dreadful silence by clearing his throat.

"So what movie shall we watch?" His head turns to mine, waiting for a reply.

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Hours and multiple movies pass, I am briefly woken by the feeling of my being carried, I fall back asleep when I realise it is Liam carrying me, I'm safe in his hands.

I am once again woken up when I feel shifting shaking for a brief second before I feel a blanket go over me.

"Goodnight, beautiful..." He whispers gently by my ear.

He... He just called me...

"I'm sorry...".

For... For what?

"I'm sorry that I love you...".