I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Samarra winced as Zachary was hugged from behind. Even though she didn’t look back, she could tell Zachary was hugging her. She had noticed that he had become overly clingy in recent days and months.

She was also getting used to being in his arms; whether she admitted it or not, she knew something was stirring Zachary in her heart. She was afraid to express how she felt.

“Love, you make me worried. Are you alright? Are you not comfortable here? Do you want us to leave?” Zachary asked her repeatedly as he kissed her left shoulder. Even though she was wearing a t-shirt, she could feel the warmth of his lips.

“Hmm…”

“Do you just want us to go home?”

She shook her head and gazed at the moon, which was their light on the balcony. They are at the Buenavista mansion at the request of Mommy Lorraine.

She didn’t know why she was nervous in those moments, whether because Samarra wasn’t comfortable or because she knew Ezekiel was just across the room. She didn’t notice Ezekiel looking at her a few times while secretly watching him at the dinner table. Samarra couldn’t read his expression, which was blank. She knew mischief and blatant arrogance far from Kiel.

“Let’s go inside, shall we? It’s getting late in the evening.”

Zachary moved away from her, holding her hand as he led her into his room. She sat in bed, taking a deep breath and watching Zachary leave the room.

I no longer like Kiel, so why do I feel guilty whenever he sees me with Zachary? Samarra scratched her thumbnail as she shook her head to express her thoughts.

Why would she be responsible? She has no romantic relationship with Ezekiel; they are simply friends. Oh, come on, Samarra. Stop thinking! Correct her mind to her. She reclined on the bed with her head on the pillow.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Samarra sat down immediately and observed Zachary’s raised eyebrow as he looked at her.

“Yeah.”

“Here.”

She looked up at the milk glass he was reaching for. She regarded Zachary with seriousness.

Did he bring me milk from the kitchen?

Her thought engulfed her, and she shifted her attention from Zachary’s face to the glass he held.

“Ara, drinking it, not looking at it.”

“I’m sorry, and thank you.”

She drank from the glass, Zachary’s gaze on her with each sip of milk.

“Easy,” Zachary said as she choked and stroked her back.

“Okay… I get it… you’re fantasizing about my handsomeness, but you don’t have to choke on that,” he joked as he stroked her back.

Samarra couldn’t argue with him because the force of her heartbeat deafened her as she watched him.

Do I like you anymore?

Zachary swallowed as Samarra pressed her index finger to his lower lip. His laughter had stopped earlier when she suddenly touched his cheek. They stared at each other as if their eyes were communicating, his gaze slowly lowering to her slightly pitying lips.

Samarra couldn’t take her gaze away from Zachary’s face, which was getting closer to hers. She couldn’t look around because she had closed her eyes and was waiting for something to happen.

Zachary has not yet wholly pressed his lip against Samarra’s lip. They were drawn in by a series of loud knocks on the door. Samarra and Zachary exchanged glances before turning their attention to the door.

“Who’s there?”

Samarra’s question elicited a shrug from Zachary. He arranged Samarra’s t-shirt before finally standing up.

Samarra followed Zachary’s gaze as he slammed the door shut without knocking.

“Oh, it’s you, Brother.”

Samarra heard Zachary’s words as he opened the door. Ezekiel’s eyes met as he peeked into their room.

“Come on, Zach, let’s drink.”

Samarra’s eyes narrowed in response to what she heard, and she glanced past eleven o’clock at the bed’s headboard watch.

Zachary immediately turned his attention to her as if to seek her permission; she smiled and nodded.

“Ara and I are talking, so please wait for me at the mini bar. She was talking about something.”

From her seat, Samarra noticed Ezekiel nod and turn away. When Zachary closed the door again, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“First, get some sleep.”

Samarra held her breath as Zachary lifted her up and carefully placed her on the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” Zachary promised before pulling out the comforter to cover her. He kissed her on the cheek before leaving the room.

Samarra didn’t care what time she fell asleep as long as she woke up at three a. m. with Zachary in bed next to her. She immediately squeezed her body and drew one of his arms around her waist.

Samarra was awakened in the morning by a tender kiss on the lips.

“Hmmm,” she growled before collapsing and burying her face in the pillow.

“Ara, get up.” Zachary tapped her on the shoulder.

“Thirty minutes,” she said as she drew the comforter over her head.

“Ah, don’t get up, do you?”

As a hand crawled up Samarra’s thigh, she sighed. She quickly lifted her head and yanked off the comforter. Zachary’s mischievous smile could be seen as his hand lifted the hem of her t-shirt.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Stop it, Cadden.”

She stopped one of his hands from reaching inside her t-shirt.

“Are you going to get up or not?” Zachary asked threateningly, one hand gripping her waist.

“Yes, I’ll get up.” She distanced herself from Zachary in confusion.

“I’ve reconsidered. We’re not going out.” He swiftly drew her leg and touched it. When she felt something hard hit her thigh, she was swallowed up.

“Ohh,” Samarra couldn’t stop saying as Zachary pressed his bottom against her. She believed she would develop a fever due to the extreme heat she was experiencing. She could not continue speaking as he kissed her lips and rubbed against her. As if every movement had a rhythm, his slow motion gradually accelerates.

Samarra grasped the pillow so tightly that her thigh was separated, while Zachary rubbed her bottom even more vigorously. Even though he was wearing a boxer, she could feel the hardness of Zachary’s moves.

“Fuck! I’ve reached the point where I can no longer control myself. “Zachary acted as if he were already blushing, and he insisted even more on her.

Samarra’s eyes widened as she appeared to expel something.

“You’re already wet and ready, and as much as I wanted to get inside of you right now, it’s not the right time,” Zachary said with difficulty, still clinging to her surface as if he were gasping for air. A few minutes later, he rose to his feet. When Zachary picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, she exhaled in this manner.

“Don’t stare at me like that, Ara. I may not be able to resist the urge to take a bath with you.”

Samarra quickly glanced back and turned away, feeling short of breath whenever she recalled what transpired with Zachary.