Chapter 18 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ZARIA’S POV
The first thing my brain registered was the throbbing pain behind my eyes, reminding me that I almost died yesterday.
With a loud groan, I sat up, rubbing my forehead gently.
I could still feel the taste of the antidote at the back of my throat, reminding me that I'm not safe with my stepsister.
“Oh fuck!” I growled, having a flashback of last night, Gwen’s hateful words, and most importantly the person who was eavesdropping, that we never got to see.
It bothered me, because if Max finds out, Gwen will face a fucking huge punishment.
I pressed my fingers on my temple, trying to figure out who the eavesdropper was, was it a servant? Max’s personal investigator? I could guess all I want, but I would never get the answer.
I shoved my fears off and decided to face the challenges of today.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, trying to find my slippers. My feet touched a hard and smooth surface.
“I never knew the floor was this smooth,” I chuckled, trailing my feet on the surface.
I tried to step down, but my feet stumbled on the surface, and I fell on something large, warm, and rock-hard.
I gasped, throwing my hands out to steady myself, convinced I was about to trip over a piece of furniture.
I looked down with my heart beating faster than ever, and my eyes widened in utter shock.
It wasn't furniture. It was Max.
“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, as I quickly stood to my feet.
“Thank goodness I didn't wake him up” I heaved, straightening my rumpled nightdress.
I stared down at him and chuckled, it's about as hard to see an Alpha, curled up on the floor. He had never slept on the floor since I moved in.
My cheeks heated, just by thinking that I was the reason he was curled up on the floor.
I trailed my eyes, around his shirtless body, and he was breathtaking.
I have seen him shirtless before, but it seemed different every time.
His wide shoulders which are sculpted to perfection, I watched as his hairy, wolf tattooed chest raised and fell, upon every breath he took, and it was wonderful to watch.
Fuck! What was this feeling, I was supposed to hate Max and not gawk at his perfect body.
I could die to always have to smell his cedar-like scent, I would say he smelt of cedar and fornication.
“I need to get laid,” I scoffed, bitting my bottom lip, and my eyes went down below his waist.
The ‘V’ shape below his waist, was inviting, and making me kinda horny, I gulped hard as I got an image of me underneath Max.
“Zaria Adam! Get a hold of yourself” I cautioned, without taking my eyes off him for a second.
After my eyes drank his body, I went to his face and immediately his eyes fluttered open.
“Oh fuck!” I mumbled, staring out the window.
“Good Morning Zaria” he murmured, with his voice deep, and sleep-deprived. “I can see you are awake”
I shifted back to the bed, putting a reasonable distance between us.
I cleared my throat and decided to act cool, probably he didn't notice me staring.
“Yeah, I'm fine, why did you sleep on the floor? We could have shared the bed,” I said, and he just shrugged, getting to his feet.
“You don't like sharing beds, so I gave it up, besides you were sick” he replied, with his hands on his waist, giving me a clear view of his chest.
He stood to his feet, and sat beside me on the bed, making me nervous. I bet there were butterflies in my belly, I couldn't just feel them.
“I like sharing though, you could have caught a cold,” I scolded.
“But I didn't,” He scoffed, like he didn't care about dying.
“Next time we would just share the bed,” I said, and he nodded. “You need to put on a shirt”
“Why would I want to wear a shirt?” he asked, with a flirtatious smile.
“It is because that is the right thing to do,” I rolled my eyes, but he was reluctant to move.
“I am not wearing a shirt” he scoffed, and I gasped.
“Why! That's the right thing to do, imagine me walking around without a shirt,” I said, and his smile just grew bigger, Fuck! What did I say?
“Firstly, if you walk around here without a shirt on, I would never miss a morning without you, and secondly, I am not putting on a shirt because I like the way you stare at me,” He said, and my heart raced.
“How do I look at you?” I asked, folding my arms.
“You look at me like you want a night with me,” He chuckled, as he came closer to me.
“That's not true, “ I argued, even if I didn't believe my words, and he didn't too.
“You know, you’re very bold when you think I’m asleep,” he whispered, his voice dangerously close to my ear. Fuck! He knew I was gawking at his body.“And I’ve been waiting all night for you to wake up.”
“Why…are you waiting for me to wake up?” I asked.
“So I can do this,” he whispered.
He placed his hands on my jaw, and the other captured my neck, drawing me closer to himself, so we could share the same air.
He pinned me down to the pillow, effortlessly, without breaking eye contact. His scent was now intoxicating me.
My entire body became a slave to his demand. Right now, Max was above me, and his eyes were on my lips and the sight alone made me water.
“Do I have the permission to kiss you?” he asked and I nodded immediately.
This may jeopardize my relationship with him, but I think we are way past that.
“Yes” I whispered, and he leaned towards me.
The distance between our lips was short and I closed my eyes, to enjoy the moment.
“You Grace! Are you…” Gwen's voice thrilled when she saw Max on top of me.
“I thought you did not like him?” she asked, with her voice filled with hurt.
Fuck! I am a shitty sister.