"Maybe. Do you like that?"
Zayn hugged Carla from behind deftly removed her coat, pressing ardent kisses to
her neck.
Carla felt her body go numb with pleasure as she melted into Zayn's touch.
"I want you."
Zayn carried her to the bed and kissed her hungrily.
Carla returned the kiss with equal passion. When they were together, they were
inseparable.
Soon enough, the room was filled with the heady scent of desire.
Once they started, there was no stopping them.
A storm broke out in the middle of the night. Thunder and lightning filled the sky,
accompanied by howling winds and the tree branches hitting the windows.
Zayn let out a low growl and held onto Carla tightly. She clung helplessly into his
embrace, curled up in his arms, panting.
The thunder outside was relentless, and Carla shuddered from the noise. Zayn held
her face with his warm hands and covered her ears. He planted a kiss onto each eye and
murmured, "Don't be afraid."
Carla then held onto his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.
His powerful heartbeat soothed her frayed nerves, and she soon felt safe again.
After a while, she fell asleep in his arms.
Zayn fondly kissed her on the cheek. After he tucked her in, he fell asleep with his arms
around her.
Despite the loud storm outside, the pair slept soundly. They seemed to echo the sentiment
that they could weather any storm together as long as they were not apart.
However, Carla awoke in the start in a cold sweat. Her body shuddered violently, and at
the climax of her nightmare, she opened her eyes in a panic.
It took her a while, but she eventually calmed down. Turning to peek at Zayn, she was
relieved to see that he remained sound asleep. Maybe he's too tired.
She tilted her head and silently stared at him. Vivid memories of their meeting and their
eventual relationship filled her mind.
She reached out and gently trailed a finger across his forehead. Satisfied, she leaned in and
kissed his lips.
He stirred and suddenly held her tighter as if he was afraid that she would leave.
This made Carla's eyes water. She did not know why the gesture had saddened her, but
she could not shake off the feeling that this was a dream she would soon wake up from.
She didn't want to wake up.
"What's wrong?" asked Zayn out of the blue.
"You're up?" Carla was mildly concerned. "Was I disturbing you?"
"You were fidgeting, and you kissed me, so how could I not wake up?" Zayn nibbled on
her earlobe and rubbed her neck soothingly. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah." Carla was still visibly shaken from the nightmare she had.
"What did you dream about?" asked Zayn as he kissed her neck.
"My father, " said Carla, her voice barely a whisper.
Zayn's movements paused. He turned her around and kissed her passionately, trailing his
fingers into her hair. "You're overthinking."
"Do you know how my father's company went bankrupt?"
As she asked this, her dream sequence flashed repeatedly in her mind. Alia's words left
a lingering impression on her psyche.
"It's the middle of the night, why are you asking about this now?" Zayn paused his
ministrations and looked at her.
"I…found out that my father's company was acquired in a hostile takeover by the Giblo
Group. That's how he ended up that way."
"And?" Zayn frowned. "Are you suspecting me?"
"No." Carla shook his head. "Given your personality, you're not the type to hide it if you're
the culprit."
Zayn's brows eventually relaxed. He held Carla's face in one hand and rubbed her lips
with his thumb. "The past is in the past. We shouldn't dwell on it."
"Could it be Mr. Jombo?" asked Carla tentatively.
"What nonsense is that?" asked Zayn, displeased. "He stopped caring about the
company ten years ago, so how would it be possible?"
"Your Aunt, then?" Carla tried again. "That's the woman who caught me last time, right?"
This time, it was Zayn's turn to remain silent.
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