Chapter 169 Zora and Martin's Moment
Back at Bryce's new place, Martin and Zora remained on the balcony of Zora's bedroom, enjoying the beautiful view of the city.
"Thank you," Martin said, breaking the silence between them.
His large hand fondly rubbed Zora's flat belly while they enjoyed the view together. Zora rested her back on Martin's firm chest, which she could feel through his shirt. She also enjoyed the pleasure of his hand while resting her hand on his. She leaned to her right and turned her head to stare at Martin after hearing him thank her.
"Why are you thanking me?" Zora asked with a smile.
Martin planted a kiss on her lips before replying to her question.
"If you had not taken the bold step of kissing me out of the blue, I would have concealed my feelings for you and never even spoken a word about it," Martin said, and Zora turned to face him fully while leaning on the balcony railing.
"Wait, what?" Zora said, puzzled and giggled.
"You are my boss's wife's friend. I am just a simple, loyal guard to him. Pursuing you will be like the driver going after the president's daughter's friend," Martin said, and Zora giggled.
"I am a free-spirited person, and I can date whoever I want. I don't care about social class," Zora said and pecked Martin's lips.
Martin smiled and shifted his gaze to Zora's hand on his chest. He realised that Zora was checking his abs under his shirt.
"Do you want to see?" he asked, drawing Zora's attention to his face.
"See what?" Zora asked and stopped moving her fingers.
"What is beneath this shirt?" Martin said flirtatiously, and Zora buried her face in his chest, shyly realising Martin had seen what she was doing.
Martin smiled and pulled her back into the bedroom, and closed the balcony door. He led her to the bed and made her sit down. He took a couple of steps back after planting a kiss on her forehead. Zora stared at him, waiting to see what he was going to do.
Zora smiled when Martin took his jacket off and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly while keeping his gaze locked on her. Zora smiled and watched him. She kept her gaze fixated on him, unaware that she was now seductively biting her lower lip while staring at him with a lustful gaze.
Martin peeled his shirt off his body, revealing the well-defined, masculine, dimensional abs beneath. Zora's eyes feasted on his body, staring at his tight pack and his well-built chest. The hair on his chest was nicely distributed.
"Wow!" Zora gasped as her breathing became uneven.
She was already craving for his body and his touch. Her hands itch to touch him, but she keeps herself glued to the bed. She pressed her thighs together when her desire surged through her like a volcano about to erupt.
Martin watched her, seeing her raw desire so evident in her. He wanted her too, but they just confessed their feelings for each other. He felt it was too soon to jump into bed. He walked towards her, and he could read from her reaction that if he made a move, she would not stop him.
He stopped right in front of her, wearing just his black trousers. Zora stared at his chest and swallowed hard. She raised her hand and withdrew it as quickly as she had raised it. Martin reached for her hand and placed it on his belly.
"Haa!" Zora gasped as she took everything in and felt it beneath her hand.
Martin watched her slowly run her hand on his abs and ended up standing up to touch his chest too. It was like her first time seeing a man like this. She was in a complete trans.
Martin placed his hand on her, drawing her attention to his face. Zora snapped out of her moment and shyly lowered her head, making Martin smile.
"You like what you see?" he asked in a low, deep voice, and Zora nodded with her head lowered.
"It's yours when we get married," Martin said, and Zora lifted her head to stare at him like she had heard the world's most strangest statement.
Martin sat down and made her sit down next to him.
"Zora, I want something real. Something solid with you. Something that would last forever," Martin said. "I feel what you feel too, and it's only my mind keeping me from tearing these clothes off you," he said. "I don't want to fvck you, I want to make love to you. I want you to be a part of me. I want to love you forever. This can only be achieved if I get to know you. The real you," he said, and Zora was surprised.
She was no virgin. She had slept with different men she randomly picked from the club. Her first relationship, which didn't end well, started with sex. Martin was acting differently from what she had come to learn about men from her interruption with them.
"You are different," Zora confessed, staring at his face like he was a strange being.
"Call me old-fashioned, but I respect women a lot. That is something my dad taught me, in words and deeds. Even on his dying bed, after everything he said, his last words before he gave up the ghost were to respect women," Martin said.
"And where is your mum?" Zora asked.
"My father loved my mum so much, and he doted on her. They were a team. My parents were the hallmark of a perfect couple. They were always happy. You see them arguing one minute, and the next, they are laughing and watching a movie together. As a child, I admired their love and wondered how they remained like that to the very end. My mum couldn't live without my father. I buried them together," Martin said, and Zora could read from his eyes that he was just thinking about his parents.
"My mum fell sick on the day my father died. She died 48 hours after," Martin said and lowered his head.
"I am sorry about your parents," Zora said and touched Martin's cheeks.
"How did they do it?" Zora asked, surprised there was a couple like that considering her parents are divorced.
She doesn't even know where they are now. She had been abandoned to her faith, and she had to survive on her own. She remembered them fighting and yelling at each other all the time. They were rich and assigned her a driver. The driver was her friend and everything. As for her parents, she only gets to see them or hear them when they are fighting.
"My dad told me he loved my mum the way he loved himself. I was confused when he said that to me," Martin said. "But I later understood. My dad took such good care of his body and his health, pursued careers of his dreams and studied very hard to attain his goals," he explained. "he did the same for my mum. Her health was his priority, and he supported her to achieve her dreams," he said.
"And your mum?" Zora asked, wondering why her parents were different.
"My mum literally worshipped my dad like he was her god," Martin said and giggled. "My mum was very submissive, and she respected my dad very much. The way she spoke with him, even when they argued or disagreed on something, was with respect," he said. "I learned a lot about relationships and marriage from my parents. I am looking for that woman I can love the way I love myself. And a woman who would respect me and be submissive," he said, and Zora stared at him.
Hearing him talk about his parents, what they had and what he wanted, Zora wondered if she fit that profile.
Martin saw the worried expression on Zora's face.
"I guess I said something strange," Martin said, and Zora nodded.
"My home was a mess. I don't even know where my parents are. I sometimes like to think I am an orphan, so nobody would ask me about them. I stayed with them under the same roof, but it was difficult to see them. The days I get to see them, they fight and yell at each other all day. I was raised by my driver. It was from him that I started visiting clubs. That was his place of fun," Zora said.
"He was 35 years older than me, but he was my first when I turned 16. I was with him for a year and ran away from home when he became abusive. We went to the club one day, and I danced with another guy. That was how he started abusing me. I ended up on the street and got my first job as a dishwasher. I also became a stripper at a club downtown just to raise money to go back to school, stripping for men and sometimes sleeping with them. I got the money and went back to school. That was when I met Angela. We became friends, and I quit the club and washing dishes. Mr and Mrs Anderson supported me," Zora said while tears streamed down her face.
"You deserve someone better. I am not worthy of you. I am a mess," Zora said in tears, but surprisingly, Martin kissed her.
"Hey, no one is a mess because they had a messy life. Human beings are like soap; the fact that you fell on the ground does not mean the soap is now dirty. Pick it up and wash it, and the soap is as good as new. You had a messy life, but you didn't stay on the ground. You did something for yourself. Forget the past and focus on being a better person for the future," Martin said after the kiss.
"You know what I want. Would you want to be my woman? We can do this together," Martin said, and Zora smiled amidst her tears.
"Yes," Zora quickly responded, glad she had found someone who didn't hate her for her past and ready to help her become a better person.
She was also ready to learn and be a better person. The two hugged each other while sitting on the bed. Martin lifted his gaze to the ceiling, feeling grateful to God for guiding him to a woman who, despite her past, was humble in the heart.
It was at this moment, when Martin was staring at the ceiling, that he noticed something strange about the lightbulb. He stared at the lightbulb, which seemed to have something dark inside it, while still hugging Zora.