𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 [18+]

- 17 -

I walk out her main bedroom door and calmly down the stairs.

Pen is passed out cold on the couch.

I can't help the smirk that comes to my face.

Oh, little does she know.

The cool night air hits me as I step outside, a sharp contrast to the warmth inside. I make my way to the car, each step deliberate and measured. The engine roars to life, and I drive off, leaving Zara to her exhausted and much-needed slumber.

Her pussy is the sweetest thing I've tasted. God, her skin - her hips, waist, stomach and those breasts...
So soft to the touch almost like silk, so curvier and easy to grab...

I can suck on them forever.

Yet all of them asked me to stay away.

My head feels lighter and a sense of calmness washes over me.  The night was still young as I drove by— but I had fucking work. It was on my list today to quickly stop by and greet Zara. Checked.

Ring, ring, ring...

I sigh as I answer the call, putting it on speaker.
"What do you want, Ezra?"

"Where the fuck are you?" His aggravated voice comes immediately.

"Somewhere," I murmur, focusing my eyes on the steering wheel.

"You were there, aren't you?" He chuckles.

I stay silent, cursing under my breath.

Ezra hums, "After all, I found and sent you her address."

"Is this why you called me? To fucking tease me, you jobless idiot?"

Ezra laughs. "Nope." He says popping the 'p', "The board needs you. The ship placement for the South African region's meeting starts in..." There is silence on the other side, "17 minutes. You'll be here, right?"

I can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"I was coming there anyway." I retort.

"Mhm." He hums, "So is she still alive?"

"I'm not a fucking monster, Ezra."

"..."

I groan in annoyance at the silence. This motherfucker.

"I was not that harsh!"

"You fucking scarred your initials on her, Law. I don't know what you're on about." His cool voice comes through the other end.

Just wait till I get there, Ezra. I'm gonna fuck you up.

"What would you do if you were me?" I question back.