The Traps of the Black Swan (Book 2)

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At Zain's Villa,

After completing some of his work, Zain was cooking when he got a call from Zara. It was a video call. He answered the call and continued to grill his steak.

"How is Ruby Jane doing?" She casually asked while admiring the handsome man on screen. Zara was the one who found proof to point out Dylan was playing behind the scenes. So she was naturally worried to know about Ruby Jane. She didn't want to disturb Ruby Jane so she reached the person she knew well.

Zain flipped the steak and glanced at her. "She will be fine." Ruby Jane was hoping Dylan to be a good one so that he could help Aeon out with the Harmon industries. So he knew she needed some time to accept it.

Zara hummed. She placed her elbow on her desk and supported her head on her palm, "I got information that Captain Burton changed Ruby Jane's plan. Weapon consignment left the port. She must be worried."

Zain placed the spatula aside and turned to Zara. "Well, even you are underestimating my little sister."

Zara was surprised to hear it and sat straight. "Ruby Jane knows about the change in plan? But it's a secret mission." Information about such missions doesn't leak.

"Pumpkin hadn't said anything about the ship and it's the actual time for Nico Burton." So they couldn't check every exporting ship on the sea and needed Ruby Jane to guide them through.

Zara laughed, realizing how Ruby Jane makes sure her plans don't go out of her hand, "Your sister is sly."

The conversation continued. Zara looked at the mouth-savoring juicy steak when he was cutting them into slices. She swallowed hard. Zain glanced at the drooling lady and offered, "Need a bite?"

"I am coming." She held the mobile and ran out of her bedroom, grabbing a jacket.

Zain looked at the steak which wasn't enough for two. So he prepared a salad and grabbed a fine wine. Twenty minutes later, he had arranged the table, cleaned the kitchen when Zara entered the villa.

After enjoying the dinner over a simple conversation, Zara helped with cleaning the plates, and she sat with him for another round of wine because Zain was unexpectedly speaking more than usual and she liked it.

She was unwilling to leave, so she purred, leaning on the couch, looking at him. "I don't want to go yet."

"Then stay over."

"Huh!?" Zara was shocked. He could easily call her family driver or personally drop her. 'Why is he spoiling me?'

Zain placed his flute on the coffee table and turned his body towards her. Zain looked at Zara who was twirling the wine in her flute in her hand and watched him in a daze. He suggested without knowing how she might react, "Let's... get married."

"Huh!?" Zara was bewildered. She looked at the flute in her hand and at Zain. "Zain, how did I get drunk on so little wine that I am imagining things?" Baffled, she shook her head vigorously and asked, "What did you say again?" Wide-eyed, she blinked repeatedly. Confusion was written all over her face.

Zain expected something too mature in a response. He asked instead of responding, "What did you imagine me saying?"

Hearing 'Imagine,' Zara sighed and mumbled in disappointment, "I pictured as we are going to get married tomorrow. My parents crying happy tears, your sister dancing in joy... Shocked colleagues and I am planning a wedding with you..." She again breathed a long and deep sigh in dispirit. "You haven't even kissed me, how..." Her eyes widened and instinctively went back on the couch When Zain went close to her.

She stammered while flickering her lashes repeatedly to confirm it wasn't a dream, "I-I guess I-I am i-imagining little t-too a-ahead." However, a part of her knew she wasn't dreaming with open eyes. She had high alcohol tolerance. Yet, she felt no less than a dream.