Broken

Chapter 36: Midnight indulgence

Fatima and Zac arrived at a bustling food truck stand, the air rich with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly made birria tacos. The truck specialized in these savory delights, and Zac approached the counter with confidence. "I'll have four birria tacos with extra cheese," he started, then turned to Fatima, flashing her a playful smile. "What would you like?"

Fatima shrugged, smiling back. "Whatever you're having."

Zac raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I trust you."

Grinning, Zac placed the order for three more tacos. "And two strawberry lemonades... that'll be all," he said, tapping his phone to pay. He then reached for Fatima's hand, gently pulling her toward one of the outdoor tables. As they approached, Fatima hesitated, eyeing the table with mild suspicion.

"Is this clean?" she asked, wrinkling her nose slightly.

Zac laughed, shaking his head. "Man, you are *wild* bougie. Of course, it's clean. Your immune system could use this," he teased, earning a soft laugh from her.

They sat down, and after a brief wait, their birria tacos were ready. Zac got up to retrieve them, returning with two trays filled with the enticing food. The delicious smell hit Fatima immediately, and she couldn't help but lean in, inhaling the rich scent.

"That smells good, and it looks good," she admitted, genuinely impressed.

Zac opened the packaging, revealing the warm, cheesy tacos. Fatima carefully picked one up, mindful of her dress, and took a cautious bite. The moment the tender, flavorful meat hit her taste buds, her eyes widened in delight.

"This is good," she said, holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed.

Zac sat back, a proud, smug grin on his face. "I know what you like, woman."

She nodded, savoring the bite. "You do," she agreed, her eyes locking with his, a soft warmth in her gaze.

For a moment, the world around them seemed to melt away. It wasn't about the high stakes of their careers. It was just them, sharing a simple meal, laughing, and enjoying the night.
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It's around 2 a.m. when Zac and Fatima pull into her driveway, the headlights cutting through the night before Zac parks the car in front of her grand front door. He turns off the engine and turns to her with a teasing smile. "You're home, Your Majesty."

Fatima bites her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're not gonna come inside?" she asks, pouting slightly.

Zac raises an eyebrow, knowing the implications. "You know what happens when I do," he warns.

She smirks, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I know, that's why I want you to come inside." Her hand reaches out, caressing his cheek before she leans in to kiss him. Her free hand trails down to his thigh, giving it a playful squeeze that makes him jump slightly.

"Fatima," he warns, his voice low.

She pulls back, her eyes shining with a playful glint. "What? Come inside, Daddy," she says, her voice soft yet enticing.

Zac sighs, shaking his head, unable to resist her charms. "Since you're begging me and shit," he finally concedes with a grin, opening his door.

As Fatima reaches for her door handle, Zac stops her with a gentle hand. "Let me get the door for you," he says, stepping out.

"Okay," she replies, clearly impressed. She sits back, watching as he rounds the car and opens her door. She steps out gracefully, her heels clicking softly on the driveway. With a nod, she instructs her bodyguard to park Zac's car, and Zac hands over the keys.