CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5 – Zara’s POV

When Enrique asked if he was adopted, I couldn't hold back my tears. I didn't care about crying in front of him anymore. I was heartbroken that he felt this way because of how Lucas treated him. All he wanted was his father's love, but Lucas couldn't provide that. I despised him for it!

“Are you crying because of me?” Enrique asked.

“No, something just got in my eye,” I lied quickly, seeing the sadness in his expression. “You have school tomorrow, my love. It's time for bed,” I told him.

Thankfully, Enrique was a good boy and didn't protest. A few moments later, I watched him sleeping peacefully in his bed. He was such a lovely boy who deserved nothing but pure love from his parents. Silently, I pledged to love him every day, regardless of my situation with Lucas.

After leaving Enrique's room, I headed downstairs to grab something to drink. I was feeling overwhelmed and thought a drink might help me relax. But I wasn't prepared for Lucas to show up, seemingly in need of a drink as well. I grabbed two beers from the fridge - one for Lucas and one for myself. It was still early, so sleep wasn't on the cards yet.

“Here's your beer,” I said to Lucas, handing him the chilled bottle.

“You're drinking too?” he queried.

“Of course, why not?”

“Well, you might get drunk and make a scene. Then you'll be too embarrassed to face me tomorrow.”

I just laughed at Lucas's comment before taking a sip from my own bottle. As we continued to chat, we ended up drinking one bottle each, then two, then three. I lost count of how many beers we consumed. I realized I could hold my liquor pretty well.

There was something liberating about letting go, not adhering to any rules or worrying about the surroundings. I admit I was a late bloomer! But it was okay, I trusted Lucas not to take advantage if I ended up passing out from drinking too much. After all, he despised me, so I wasn't worried about him doing anything if I got too drunk.

“Excuse me for a minute,” I said, standing up. I needed to use the bathroom - my bladder was about to burst.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he offered.

But I declined. “Don't worry, I can manage on my own,” I said, even though I felt slightly dizzy as I made my way to the nearest restroom.

I battled to keep my eyes open, fighting against the sudden wave of drowsiness that washed over me. Upon entering the bathroom, I quickly pulled down my shorts and sat on the toilet.

“Zara? Are you okay?” I heard Lucas's voice calling me from outside, but I couldn't muster the energy to respond.

My eyes were heavy, almost unable to stay open due to the intense sleepiness. I was fine just a moment ago, why did I suddenly feel so tired? Was I drunk?

“I'm coming in, okay?” Lucas warned. My mind screamed that he couldn't, but my voice failed me.

“Zara!”

He helped me gather myself, supporting me as we left the bathroom. On our way to the living room, he lightly squeezed my hand to keep me awake.

“Stay here for a moment, I'll get you some hot water,” Lucas instructed.

I nodded and rested my head against the sofa. I tried to open my eyes but quickly closed them again. The room was spinning, and I felt incredibly nauseous. Damn it! I cursed myself for overestimating my alcohol tolerance.

“Here, drink this.”

I sipped the warm water, tasting a hint of salt. Gradually, I felt a bit of relief and finished the cup Lucas handed me.

“Thank you,” I murmured, starting to feel somewhat better.

“Let's go, I'll take you to your room.”

“I'll just stay here for now. You go to sleep,” I dismissed him, leaning my head back against the sofa.

“I can't do that,” Lucas insisted, lifting me up in his arms.

“Please, put me down.”

I felt a rush of embarrassment as he carried me upstairs to my room, not to mention the shame over the incident in the bathroom. He was the one who had adjusted my sleeping shorts before we left. The thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state was mortifying.

“We're here.” He nudged my bedroom door open with his foot.

Once inside, he gently laid me on the bed and pulled the blanket over me. As he tucked me in, our eyes met. Our close proximity seemed to amplify the tension between us.

Looking into his eyes, I saw a dangerous spark. Dangerous for me, certainly! Yet, I couldn't deny the heat that was building within me. Was it the alcohol talking?

“Touch me,” I found myself whispering.

“I'd love to, but I can't take advantage of you like this, Zara.”

“I'm... I'm feeling a certain way right now,” I confessed, trying to wriggle out from under the blanket to feel his warmth.

“Me too. But this isn't right.”

“Please? Just once.”

“Zara...”

I yearned for his touch, but he resisted. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. The thrill of the moment left me breathless.

“Damn!” He cursed.

I heard Lucas swear as I shed my shorts and tank top. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out to touch me. His touch, his caress, sent shivers down my spine.

In a swift move, we switched positions. I was on top of him now, and in a flash, I stripped him of his clothes. We were both bare, but I didn't feel the chill of the air conditioning. Instead, I felt an intense heat coursing through me.

I didn't even think about how thirsty I was for this kind of pleasure. I explored him, and then slowly, I positioned myself over him, ready to take him in.

“Slowly...” he cautioned, but I didn't heed his warning. The sudden fullness made me wince in pain.

“I warned you,” he smirked.

“But this isn't my first time!” I protested, even as he remained inside me.

He shifted, sitting up with me still straddling him. He kissed me, his hands exploring my body.

“Hmmmmm....” A moan escaped my lips as I felt him move within me.

At first, he was slow and gentle, but then he became rougher, more intense.

He pleasured me in ways I'd never experienced before! He explored every inch of me, leaving me breathless and on the verge of collapsing from the intense pleasure.

Each thrust was deeper, slower, faster, harder. The sensation was overwhelming, and I craved release. I wanted to ease the ache in my lower abdomen. I wanted to...

“Oh God...Lucas!”

Lucas quickened his pace, and we both moaned loudly. I tried to match his rhythm until I could no longer hold back and surrendered to the pleasure.

“Lucas....!” I don't know how many times I called out his name as we both reached the peak of our pleasure.