Chapter 9: Chapter 9

“I am in.” I brat out, hoping to get rid of the curtain of curiosity hanging on his gorgeous face, but I, on the contrary, end up adding a darker one, pulling him into more dismay.

“In for what?” He implores, unable to hide his confusion and curiosity.

I lean across the table, and though unintentionally, our eyes rest on each other as I speak.

“I am taking your offer. I will be your surrogate!” I state this with no tinge of doubt in my tone, although my heart is throbbing at a rhythmic pace that I cannot decipher. Nothing so alarming, though, but... it’s weird, and its echoes are becoming louder with every throb, maybe righting this?

Liam is taken aback by my words, and for a whole long decade, all he can do is stare deep into my eyes. The look in his eyes is deep; it’s a mixture of disbelief with a blend of shock and... hope? It’s as if he yearned for this, and I would agree. It’s as if this will solve all his problems. This is his lifesaver. That is the last detail I get from his eyes as he closes them for a second.

“Thank you so much, Lynn.” He whimpers, peeling his eyes from mine and boring them into mine. He seems incredibly mitigated and exuberantly grateful, and at last, I see that glow in his eyes again. That glow made me wonder where it disappeared.

Are things about this child this serious?

In my state of bewilderment, I did not realize he was reaching for my cheeks until I felt those familiar burning sensations burn my face, and I froze as I glimpsed his suggestive face leaning in, his arms pulling my face to his. In my frozen state, refuting this sinful kiss isn't anywhere near my mind. Everything is probably frozen with awe as we get lost in it. And we kiss, and kiss, and kiss, to his satisfaction, leaving both our lips sore.

“You have no idea what this means to me, Lynn. You are simply my life saver!” His eyes are swimming in mine as he speaks with deep sincerity, and I swallow hard.

If this is his way of saying thank you, I hope he knows that it is enough. I don’t need anymore of his intoxicating kisses. I don’t want this to get even a little bit more complicated than it already is.

“You are welcome.” I mumble, and dreadful silence befalls us, with him staring at me as if he is expecting me to say anything and me giving him the pleasure of sampling the plainness in my eyes, hoping he doesn’t reach to their depths and see the fear molding in them.

“Aren’t you going to ask what’s in it for you?” He finally expresses his qualms.

I bitterly sigh with glee!

“After everything you have done, Liam, do you expect me to ask for anything?” I query, and he scoffs.

“Forget what I have done, Lynn. None of that is any part of this.” He states, sounding serious to the point of wrecking my peace.

It’s not? He just paid off my debt for free?

“But Liam…”

“No buts, Lynn, please. That is that. It is my pleasure to have helped you. It is the least I can do for you.” He states it with sincerity.

“Thank you. I don’t know what to say. I still think it’s too much.” I emphasize, because am I wrong? All those dollars? I know they didn’t leave even a tiny scratch on his bank accounts, being an Adams, but still...

“Its nothing. What you are offering is priceless, Lynn. I am the one who will be indebted to you for the rest of my life. I know I cannot repay you for this, which is why I want you to meet the conditions. Anything you want.” He says that, and that strokes my curiosity pretty badly.

“Anything I want?” I asked just to be sure.

“Name it. As long as it is within my reach, I will gladly give it to you.” His voice is stern and heavy with affirmation.

“I will have to make a list for that later. My brain isn't functioning properly right now. I can only imagine the things I can ask. The list will be long, I warn you.” I tease.

“I am not scared. Anything for you.” He winks, and the way he said that statement is stroking some wild illusions that I cannot afford to entertain. And his smirk right now isn't helping the situation, but gladly, my pretty brain bangs me with something to cloak the beckoning blush.

“Uuumh. I don’t mean to worry you, Liam. And trust me, I would dodge anything that seemed like a threat to my peace right now like a bullet. But we just had sex. What if…”

“You get pregnant from that? The chances are way too slim, Lynn.” He says he's not even worried, except for this sudden look that I don’t understand at all, but it’s most definitely not remorse or worry. It’s strange and confusing!

“Slim, not impossible, a That changes everything.” I speak my worries out in a clear, audible tone. The mere notion of that turn-around makes my blood boil with fear. But I wasn't bewildered until he decided to speak.

“If that turns out to be the case, then the better!” We lock eyes! A loud bang of worry and confusion rebounding in my head. Everything stands still, giving me the time I need to rationalize his words, but I can’t seem to digest them despite my endeavors.

The better???

The better!!!

Is it he who doesn’t understand the intensity of his words, or is it me who doesn’t understand the intensity of what I am getting into?