Obsession: Fight for the Billionaire's life

Chapter Eleven

Liam's lips ran over my nose and eyebrows, then down my neck. His kisses continued to go lower and lower and ran over first one breast, then the other. I moaned, soaking in this new sensation; this incredible feeling, as his hands followed where his lips had been.

I closed my eyes and arched my back to position myself just right for his kisses. I should have been reasonable enough to know that Liam was not strong enough for this, but that was the last thing on my mind.

I was a ravenous beast let out of a cage, and all I could think about was how much flesh I would consume.

I ran my hands over his nipples and felt him gasp. Then I went lower, easily slipping it into the waistline of his pajamas. I squeezed gently and heard Liam groan.

Then Liam gasped, but something was different this time. I pulled out my hand and opened my eyes at the same time.

Liam had turned a funny shade of green!

His eyes had rolled up almost to the back of his head. Slowly, as though by slow motion, Liam fell back unto the bed, unconscious.

I flew and grabbed his head just in time to lay it gently on the pillow.

I squinted at his face. Liam was breathing normally, but he obviously wasn't okay.

I placed a blanket over him and noticed the room's temperature visibly rising. I looked up the numbers on the air conditioner. It continued to adjust itself and get higher. Liam was cold.

He began to shiver.

I was completely naked and had no choice if Liam wasn't warming himself.

I slipped under the blanket and held Liam tightly. I hardly dared to breathe for fear of making him worse.

I had no idea what he had done; therefore, I had no idea how to help him. I had run over and over again the medical books in all the medical fields I had stored in my head, and all came up blank.

What was happening with Liam was new to me.

I let out a sigh of relief and saw some color returning to Liam's face. His breathing became stronger, and I squeezed his hand, hoping he could tell I was right here with him.

His fingers were cold and clammy to my touch, but I didn't care. I raised them to my lips and kissed them hard.

Please be okay, Liam.

Even though I was alone in the room with an unconscious man, I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the tears. They completely ignored me and forced their way out, running down my cheeks.

I held Liam's hand in mine and stared at his face. He was getting warm now, my naked body the perfect way to get the blood flow to become more regular.

"Lights," I commanded like I saw him do before, and the lights went off, and a clear skyline filled with stars and the moon appeared on the ceiling.

I turned to stare up, carefully covering Liam with my body.

I knew Liam was a technology guru, but some of these innovations were outstanding.

The sky looked very realistic and very very beautiful.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I woke to Liam's lips on my nipple.

"Hmmm," I groaned, immediately aroused. But of course, I was more reasonable this time and knew I couldn't put Liam through that again soon.

"How are you, babe?"

"Babe?" Liam smiled. He kissed me on the lips. His voice was so low I barely heard him. "Am I your babe now?"

I smiled, admiring his resilience. There was nothing in how he behaved to show what he must be going through.

I leaned close and kissed him on the forehead.

"Good morning," I decided to ignore the question. I swung out of bed and only remembered I was naked when I heard Liam groan.

I pulled the bed sheet over my breast.

"Oh girl, let me look even if I can't do much about it now."

"No, Liam. I don't want anything that will work you up."

"Give me a minute." I padded to my room and quickly brushed, then pulled on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved top. I didn't bother with a bra since I knew we would likely be in Liam's room all day, today at least. I pulled my hair into a ponytail before I returned and pulled back the covers.

"To the bathroom, we go."

I wasn't a big woman, but I was strong enough to at least lift Liam since he had lost a lot of weight.

"Okay, Liam. We are going to take it easy. When I raise you up, tell me immediately if you feel dizzy or the room begins to turn dark."

"Yes, doctor." He murmured. I could tell he didn't like being weak or dependent on anyone to use the bathroom, but that was the main reason I was here. I loved Liam, but I was a doctor before I was his lover or whatever I was to him.

I leaned on one knee and placed my hand on his lower back. I pulled him up and waited for him to come forward toward me. Liam pulled himself up, but I noticed he needed to rest on my chest for a moment.

"How do you feel?"

His heart was racing, and it took him a moment to respond. "I-I'm okay, Emilia. I don't feel dizzy."

"Are you-?"

"Damn it! I said I was fine."

I jumped back, afraid of his tone and his words. I had never been good with receiving aggression and didn't know how to cope with it.

I let out a breath and moved close again. I placed used both hands to pull him up and noticed that he still needed a minute before he could move.

Liam's bathroom was quite a distance away, and I didn't know how we would make this trip if he continued to be as weak as he was.

I will have to send Philip some supplies, including a catheter.

It would be a battle to get him to agree to wear one, so I'd probably slip it on when he was asleep.

We were finally in the bathroom.

Liam pulled his pajamas down and sat down on the seat.

I turned away to give him some dignity and took my time to turn on the shower. I placed a stool in case he needed to rest.

When I heard the toilet flush, I turned to face Liam.

Our faces were grim. I knew I was very worried about Liam. I knew this was not cancer anymore. I didn't understand why he wouldn't tell me what was going on.

"I'm sorry, babe, for snapping at you earlier. I thought I'd be better than this by now. It's so damn frustrating to depend so much on another person."

"But Liam, isn't that what love is? A channel where you open yourself up to someone else to see you at your weakest. If I only see you when you're strong and in control, how will you ever know I love you."

"You love me?"

I nodded. "Now get in the shower, or I'll have to carry you in."

Liam kissed me and walked past me to the shower stall.

I sat on a dressing stool and watched him shower. He had to stop a few times to get his breath, but he managed to do it. I deliberately did not interfere because I knew Liam would hate that. He smiled gratefully at me as he reached for a bathrobe.

Someone had been here, changed the bedding, and placed a pair of clean pajamas.

A large trolley was placed carefully out of the way, and I immediately hurried over with a smiling glance at Liam.

Liam pulled on the pajama bottoms and sat on the bed. He leaned into the pillows and closed his eyes.

I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since yesterday's breakfast with Mrs. Brown. My goodness, all of this happened in only a day? I've been here with Liam only one day?

And we were already saying, 'I love you to each other'?

It's all a lie. The voice was back. I told you no one can ever really love a psycho like you. Look at you, a mental case with an uncontrollable self-destructive urge.

I bet it won't be long before you're looking for somewhere private to hurt yourself.

I could do it now.

I shook my head, trying to silence the voice, but it was adamant.

I dished some peaches, raisings, and nuts into a bowl and poured blackcurrant juice into a glass.

I took them over to Liam, who opened his eyes when I drew near and turned his face away when he saw what I'd brought over.

"Liam, you need to eat. Food is one of the most important things you must use to fight this now."

"Last night, it was rest. Today it's food. Which one is it, doctor? Or don't you know?"

Why was he suddenly angry?

I swallowed.

"Liam."

"Emilia. I am tired. I need to sleep. Please leave me alone."

I stared at his face for a long moment, feeling the tears in my eyes. I knew Liam felt frustrated by everything, and he had every right to. But why does he constantly take it out on me? After all, he was the one that practically forced me to come here in the first place.

I placed the dishes down and picked up the phone.

"Philip. I think Liam doesn't need me here anymore. Please send someone who he can listen to give him some food."

I slammed the phone down and walked to my room, ignoring Liam's quiet voice calling my name.