Chapter 2 Seducing Him

• ENTRY 1.2
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• Delia's POV
• Dinner. We gathered in the kitchen while we shared the food that the maids had prepared. I can't move freely since Martha's father is with us. It seems like he's darting glares at me. Well, it's just my hunch.
• I dodged Martha's leg on my side and simply threw a glance at her. Her eyes grew bigger and mouthed: what.
• I pressed my lips as I gestured my eyes in her father's direction, which she understood what I meant.
• "Dad," Martha looked at her dad, "—can you please give us a warm aura? My friend is kinda scared," she added.
• I saw how Zayne's gaze met mine. I looked down and continued slicing the beef meat into my plate. I dodged Martha's elbow. "Just continue eating," I whispered.
• "You should tell your friend to stop staring at me."
• My eyes widened in surprise when I heard his words. Anger suddenly filled in my system the same time, and I felt something inside my stomach. Damn it. His voice made my pussy wet! I screamed inside my head.
• I didn't bother to talk and just continued eating when I was done. I bowed my head in respect, left the kitchen, and rushed toward Martha's room.
• I jumped on the bed and grabbed the pillow as I tampered my face into it and screamed.
• When my chest started to move rapidly, I put away the pillow and pressed my back on the soft sheet. I stared at the ceiling and couldn't help myself but smile. It's not that I'm angry. I just don't like his stares at me.
• Huh, let's see if you won't kneel in front of me, Zayne Gomez!
• After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the door opened and Martha stepped inside. "What was that?" she asked and laughed.
• I rolled my eyes and sighed. "He's scary," I said.
• Martha smiled and sat on the bed. "I told you. He's a beast."
• I smiled. "I don't think he's still a beast when I flashed my big boobies in front of him," I teased.
• "What?!" Martha exclaimed. "What on earth are you thinking?!"
• I burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding," I replied. But deep inside me, I want to do it. What it feels like to seduce Mr. Gomez?"
• "Dad is a monster—he might hurt you physically if you're going to do that. You're beautiful and hot, but dad doesn't fall easily with a woman like you—literally with a woman," Martha said.
• I sighed. "I know. It's just my fantasy. Ever since I got to know your father way back in high school. I am seeing him in my dreams—my wet dre—Ouch! Why did you slap me?" I asked and glared at her.
• "Stop fantasizing, my father. He won't dare to fuck you," she said.
• I arched my brow. "How sure are you?"
• "De-li-ya…"
• I raised my hands, surrendering. "Fine. I won't give up—"
• "Delia!"
• I laughed. "I mean, I give up."
• Martha rolled her eyes at me and lay down beside me. I heard her sigh. "It's fine to me if dad will fall or entertain another woman. It's no big deal. What if I will have my own family? No one will look after him. I can, but of course, in the future, I also wanted to have kids."
• "There are nurses. You can hire a private—"
• "I don't know. Maybe. But if dad will really find one, I will accept it."
• I let out a soft chuckle. "I don't think there's someone that will stand with your dad's coldness. He's scary."
• "You can, right?" Martha suddenly asked, which made my eyes grow wider.
• "Me?" I laughed. "I like your father. I won't deny that. I see him kissing and touching me in my dreams but in reality… Ugh, I don't know. Wait a minute…." I turned to her side, "you just told me that he doesn't easily fall to a woman like me, and now, it seems like you want me to hit with your father?"
• Martha laughed. "You should try," she replied and winked at me.
• I shook my head. "Maybe… later." And we laughed in unison.
• 3:30 A.M. It's been fifteen minutes since we climbed up to the bed, and I can't still fall asleep while Martha is already snoring.
• I sighed as I looked at the luminescent stars and moons on the ceiling. Martha really loves them so much. I smiled and climbed off the bed.
• Maybe a glass of milk will do first. I really can't sleep.
• When I exited Martha's room, my vision was welcomed when an illuminated view. The main light is off so is the big luxury chandelier at the center of the house.
• I watched for my step until I reached the kitchen. I shook my head as I changed my mind. A glass of water will do. I walked towards the fridge and opened it. I grabbed the glass pitcher. I moved back on my posture but gasped in shock when I saw Zayne standing beside the fridge.
• Good thing my grasp on the handle of the pitcher was tight.
• "What are you still doing here?" he asked, which made me close my eyes when I heard his deep and velvety voice.
• "Uhm… I can't sleep—"
• "This is not your house," he cut off the hum of my words.
• I close the fridge door and walk towards the table as I put down the pitcher on top of it.
• I sighed and nodded. "I'm aware of that. Besides, this will be my house once you fall in love with me," I replied and forming a sly smirk on my lips. I don't know if he saw it since I can only see his silhouette.
• "' Are you out of your mind, young lady?"
• I can sense through his voice that he's kinda mad.
• I pressed my lips and let out a smile. "Nope. I want you to make me a woman so that you won't call me a young lady anymore," I said bravely. Damn, I'm getting wet again.
• I heard him scoff, but I couldn't clearly see his reaction.
• "Seems you badly needed a sleep," Zayne said and turned his back away from me.
• However, I approached him, and now, I could see his face because of the moonlight that passed through the window. Damn, why so gorgeous, Zayne?
• "Where are you going? We're not done talking—"
• "Respect me according to our age."
• I smiled widely. I don't care if I look like an idiot. "Leonardo DiCaprio's girlfriend is just like my age, and Leonardo is just like your age. I don't care about the age gap, and I don't care if you will dislike me…." I walked closer to him, and he didn't even move a flinch, "—if I do this." In a swift move, I pressed my lips into his.
• One. Two. Three. Four… seconds had passed, but he never pushed me away. I snaked my arms into his nape as I deepened the kiss.
• He grabbed me by the waist, and I groaned between our lips when his grasp tightened. However, I didn't care and started to nibble his lips.
• And I couldn't help but smile inside my heart when he responded. But madness lingered in his kisses.
• I groaned again when his grasp on my waist got even tighter.
• He deepened the kiss, and suddenly, I felt his left hand into my right breast. "Ugh!" I groaned and pulled away when he squeezed it tight.
• "Now, you're stopping?" he asked, and I saw how his devilish smirk formed on his lips.
• I tried to push him away, but he snaked his right arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.
• "Zayne…"
• "What, huh?" he asked ruthlessly as he pushed me into the wall. I groaned in pain when my back hit the cold hard wall.
• He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall as he stared at me. I never left his eyes and shot the same tension.
• "Hard or Soft?" he asked, suddenly which made my eyes wider.
• I bit my lower lip. "Hard," I replied.
• He smirked as he let go of my right hand and dragged me with my left. "W-Where are we going—"
• "Just shut the fuck up," he uttered.
• Although my waist and back hurt a little bit, it's nothing to me. And what matters the most is that I got his attention.