5: What in the p**n is going on here?

Ivandor was going up and down the beach when she saw a very familiar figure walking angrily towards the water. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he knew she was definitely cursing someone out so he watched the scene unfold with admiration.

Zoya kept stomping her legs like a little child that was deprived of ice cream, "Stupid, pompous, arrogant and proud. And he dares to call me his girlfriend? I'd rather date a frog! Such a low IQ dumb ass, is that whom they expect me to marry? That? Over my dead body! Nonsense!" She kept cursing as she got to the edge of the water.

She then began to take off her dress till she remained in her matching red lace pants and bra. Ivandor's face heated up as he quickly averted his eyes as he felt like he was intruding on her privacy and had seen something he shouldn't have but when he started to hear splashing of water and muffled screams, he looked back in that direction and saw that she seemed to be drowning.

Ivandor ran quickly towards the water and dived in, he noticed that her legs had been entangled with the plants underwater and that was why she was being dragged down continuously, he helped her and swam with her back to dry ground.

When Ivandor saw that her eyes were still closed and he started to panic."Miss, are you okay? Can you hear me? Zoya?"

And then she opened her eyes but only to start crying as Ivandor watched her, bewildered. "This has got to be my worst birthday ever! As if this day couldn't get even worse, I had to drown? I can't believe I almost died! Imagine what would have been on the news, Zoya Martins committed suicide on her birthday. And then people who don't even know me will come up with fake theories, things like I never knew she was facing so much challenges as to even kill herself. Oh, she always looked so happy, I wonder why she did that. Some bitch might even say she always knew something was wrong, she once saw me crying profusely..."

As she rambled on, Ivandor couldn't help but interrupt, "Uhm... miss? Zoya? Zoya!" And then she snapped out of whatever trance she was in.

"I'm sorry, do I know you? Wait! I do know you! You're that guy! The handsome guy! The one I kissed!" She rattled out on impulse as she stared at Ivandor who was absolutely speechless and flushed.

"Wait! Oh my God, have you been following me? Have you been stalking me, all because I kissed you? Seriously? Just when I thought not all handsome guys have some bad personality, you just had to prove me wrong! You even know my name! Oh My God! Where's my phone, I have to call 911! Stalker alert!"

"What? Calm down please, just calm down! Where's all this even coming from? I just saved your life, you could have died but I saved you from drowning. And about your name, I've been here for a while and I've been hearing people call your name from that house, your name and face is even on the entrance for God's sake! I'm sorry if I scared you, I'll take my leave now." Ivandor said as he proceeded to leave.

"Wait. I'm so sorry, please. I was just being so paranoid, I've been having a bad day. I'm sorry for accusing you like that. Thank you so much for saving me." Zoya quickly apologized.

"It's no problem. Happy birthday by the way."

"Thank you. What are you doing here anyways? Do you also own one of the beach houses?" Zoya questioned while Ivandor looked embarrassed for a second before replying, "absolutely not. I work here, I'm one of the lifeguards, I'm taking my shift." 

"Ohhh...."

As if just realizing that she was almost naked, Zoya put her arms around her body as she stared at her clothes that were far from her reach. Ivandor noticed and pulled off his own jacket, he then draped it on her shoulders as it engulfed her up to her mid thigh. She smiled sheepishly at this.

"Zoya? Zo? Come on, Zo! You can't just ditch your own birthday?" Zarah said as she called out her sister's name with two other friends of hers.

"Come on sis, who leaves their own birthday so early!" Zion added.

Zoya heard their voices and ran in the opposite direction towards one of the other beach houses, she beckoned on Ivandor to follow her as she got hold of his hand and then dragged him along.

Zarah and Zion noticed their silhouettes in the darkness and shrugged, thinking it was Zoya with Joe, they then went back to the party to their friends.

"Okay, Zoya. Why are you ditching your own birthday and even calling it a bad day. Shouldn't you be having fun instead?" Ivandor questioned as soon as they were within the comfort of the house.

"Its a long story, one I really do not want to talk about at all. I'd prefer to talk about you instead." Zoya replied as she took another long look at the man in front of her.  He wore a loose black silk T-shirt with leather cuffs and black trousers. However, he got better the more she looked. His rich chocolate hair had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a feature Zoya was finding herself choosing as her favorite one, so dark was those eyes that she felt herself falling into them, wrapped in a warm brown blanket. Now that she wasn't kissing him, she could see the very faint flecks of acne on his nose. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome.

As she continued to access him, her eyes couldn't help but drop to his lips, one she had once put her own lip on and devoured like a starving woman, at the thought of that, she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Ivandor. That's my name." She finally heard him speak.

"And I'm Zoya. Zoya Martins. Which I think you already know anyway." Zoya reciprocates.

"Zoya." He repeated, his voice so low and deep, a sound that caused a rumble through her as he spoke her name like a caress.

"Care to tell me why you kissed me and then left without even saying a word about it?"

"Oh. That..." Zoya stuttered as she hadn't even thought he would ask about it nor did she think she would need to come up with something to say. "I was being chased by my bodyguard when I bumped into you, I didn't know what else to do so I just kissed you when I saw that he was getting closer. I just didn't want to get caught. I'm sorry for using you like that."

"It's okay.  I don't mind. Why was your bodyguard chasing you though? I can't seem to wrap my head around it, isn't he supposed to be protecting you?"

"Uhm, it was more of me running away from him actually. He wouldn't allow me to take the bus and I seriously needed to cos I love bus rides but nobody ever understands that whenever I tell them." Zoya explained as she sighed in exasperation.

Ivandor chuckled, "I feel you. I honestly do."

"Uh." 

"Uhm..." 

They both hummed awkwardly not knowing what else to talk about and also not wanting to point out the strong attraction they felt towards one another. As they stared into each-other's eyes, unknowingly, they were slowly moving their faces close to eachother and not too long after, their lips finally united together. Again.

Her plump, velvety lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation flew though their veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto her lips. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. She kissed right back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on his like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.

And then a familiar voice interrupted them, "What in the porn is going on here?".