A gasp left my lips as his lips moved sensually on mine, sending my emotions array, and he used the opportunity of my parted lips to delve his tongue into my mouth, teasing all the corners.
A wave of deliciousness rushed down my body and I shivered, instinctively pushing myself closer to his hard body. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his hand holding the back of my head, pulling me impossibly closer, and I moaned, as my blossom pressed into his hard chestThen it clicksZion is kissing me.I pushed him away forcefully. His lips left mine roughly, letting the breeze tingle my exposed lips. My chest heaved as I avoided meeting his gaze by looking at the ground.What just happened? Why is he suddenly kissing me? I can't believe I let him kiss him, not to talk of me enjoying it. For fuck sake I moaned. For the same man who just insulted me a while ago. I staggered backwardHe tried to pull me in for probably another kiss but I w“Ouch!" Zion groaned, flinching from my touch. We are currently in the living room. He was sitting on the couch while I knelt in front of him, carefully cleaning his wound with disinfectant.My face heated up at our proximity and I mumbled shyly, "I'm sorry," leaning forward to get a clearer view of his cut as his breath fanned my face.There is a deep cut on his forehead, just below his hairline. The plate had shattered on his tough head, tearing into his skin. I winced as he flinched when I applied a cotton ball dipped in a disinfectant to clean the wound. I can't imagine the pain he is in right now although he tries to maintain his composure. You can tell it hurts as his eyes keep twitching every time I dab the wound. I must have hit him hard with the plate for the wound to be this deep and although it doesn't need a stitch and might leave a scar which I pray it doesn't, however, I am still amazed he didn't have a concussion from the impact.
I pulled the door close just in time as Laura stepped out of the room where she slept yesterday. Our eyes met and I could see the surprise in her expression. It's evident that she purposely slept in late to avoid me. As I attempted to speak, her gaze quickly shifted to my head before she looked away and hastily walked past me. I watched as she hurriedly made her way down the stairs and disappeared into the kitchen.I let out a sigh, rubbing my eyes before walking down the stairs myself. I understand why she's avoiding me. Not only did I kiss her out of the blue but I had stupidly made my apology sound like I regretted kissing her which surprisingly I didn't. My body wants more. It's all I could think of all day yesterday, till I fell asleep and it's also what I woke up to this morning. What came over me, I couldn't say but all I know is that I more of that kiss. I want more of her lips but my inexperienced self has ruined any future opportunities of tha
A yelp left my lips as I was forcefully pulled backward, falling back into Zion who fell back on the bed. He groaned beneath me and I gasped, lifting my head just to come face to face with his lips. My stomach somersaulted and I instinctively licked my lower lip as my eyes fixed on his sinful lips. The urge to take them overcomes me. He groans again, snapping me out of my daze and I look up to meet his green orbs which are already locked on me. Heat rose to my face and scuttered to stand up but his arm wrapped around me, holding me in place. I gasp again, returning my gaze to his“What are you doing?" I said, my voice coming out muffled as he twirls me around to my side, still wrapped tightly to his hard chest. “Stay still," he said softly, his eyes soft but filled with an intensity he had when he wanted to kiss me. Instinctively, my eyes went to his lips and my tongue darted out to wet it before slowly moving back to his eyes“I'm sor
As I twirled around in my dress, I examined my appearance in the mirror, trying to see if it would suit the theme of the dinner party. Earlier today, Zion had informed me about a party at Leo Fontaine's villa. It was a farewell party held for the sell-off of his company. The theme of the party is red, and I couldn't understand the reason behind choosing red in all colors. That old man is sillyAnne yawned on the other end of the phone and asked, "Excuse me for being blunt, but did you call me just to help you choose a dress that looks like a grandma's dress? Couldn't you have gone shopping with your fiancé for this? What's the point of going on a vacation together if you can't do such simple things?" She muttered the last sentence.With my eyes still on the mirror, checking myself out, I asked, “Is the dress that bad?” However, she didn't reply so I turned around to see her glaring at me through the phone “He's busy with the exchange and all. I can't bot
I'm twirling my fingers, waiting for Zion to finish his bath. I can hear the water running, so I know he's still in there. I'm worried that he might have heard something Anne said earlier, and I feel like I need to explain myself to him to avoid any misunderstandings. I don't want us to start arguing. When he entered earlier, he looked tired and barely acknowledged me or Anne before disappearing into the closet and then the bathroom. That girl is going to be the death of me.The bathroom door suddenly opened and I immediately stood up. As I looked at him, my eyes widened and my mouth fell open in awe at his appearance. I couldn't help but notice his broad chest, which was incredibly muscular and defined, with a few scattered hairs on it.My eyes followed the droplets of water dripping down his body, till they vanished under the towel which was loosely wrapped around his waist, threatening to fall apart. The urge to pull the towel apart suddenly overcame m
Amelia, amazed by my appearance, said "Wow, you look beautiful!" I blushed at her innocent compliment, admiring myself in the mirror.I agree with her, I look incredibly beautiful. It's like I'm staring at a stranger and not myself. I am wearing the red gown that Zion bought yesterday. The delicate material hugs my curves perfectly, and there is a stylish slit starting from my thigh all the way down to my feet."I appreciate your help, Amelia. I wouldn't look this elegant without you," I said, smiling at her through the mirror. It was true; when I was discussing the party with Anne this morning, I mentioned that I needed to learn how to apply makeup within a few hours. Amelia overheard me and kindly volunteered to do a makeover for me. Now, my hair was curled, making it appear full and cascading down my shoulder, and my makeup was simple, yet impeccable.Still smiling, I spun around and grabbed Amelia's hand. "Thank you so much, Amelia. You're a
I twist around, prepared to strike the person who had sneaked up on me, but my eyes fall on Andre, whom I barely recognize if it wasn't for a closer look. My eyes widen, and I snatch my arms away from him, sizing him up in confusion. What is he doing here? I take a good look at him, trying to understand why he is there. He is dressed in a suit, similar to all the men at the party downstairs, but without a tie, and his hair is disheveled. He looks like he was forced into the suit, though.My already beating heart skyrocketed as I realized I was alone with him on the balcony. A part of me wanted to turn around and leave here but another part wanted to stay, he is my friend after all“I'm sorry for grabbing you like that" he apologized and I snapped my gaze up to his face"You could have called me instead of grabbing me like that," I said, my voice sounding harsher than I intended. He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep sig
I kept finding myself looking over at Laura's table, trying to tune out the voice of the man next to me who was talking about things I had no interest in. I really can't wait for this party to end so I can leave. I'm not much of a party person and the only thing I'm enjoying at the moment is gazing at Laura while sipping the wine in my hand.She is fucking beautifulMy thoughts wandered back to the moment I saw her standing gracefully in the center of the room, looking so stunning that I couldn't stop gazing at her. She adorned the dress so perfectly that I couldn't help but feel glad that I didn't heed the irritating salesgirl who attempted to coerce me into buying another dress instead.It took so much control not to grab and kiss her senselessly like I'd been doing while my hand massaged that soft hair of hers. Her lips are so addictive I couldn't hold myself from wanting to taste them every time I'm around her. Just like I want to claim the right here