WHAT WE NEVER SAID |18+

Accident

Zayden's POV

Zara moaned softly, "Zayden…" in the middle of our kiss, her voice sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled her closer, my hands gripping her waist as the cold shower water poured down on us. My fingers tangled in her wet hair, and just as I leaned back to catch my breath, she whispered against my lips, “You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this moment.”

Smirking, I replied, “Oh really? Then show me.”

But instead of anything romantic happening, I felt a sharp, excruciating pain in my junior. Before I could even register what was going on, I was on the floor, groaning in agony, my back throbbing from the impact.

That’s when reality hit me—this wasn’t the steamy shower moment I thought it was. I was lying on the cold floor of my bedroom, thanks to none other than Zara. In her sleep, she’d kicked me straight in my precious jewels.

Clutching my pain, I glanced at her. She was sprawled out on the bed, snoring softly, looking so peaceful, as if she hadn’t just committed a crime. I narrowed my eyes at her, muttering under my breath, “Sleeping like an angel after almost murdering me? Oh, I’m not letting you get away with this.”

Once the pain subsided a little, I spotted the jug of water on the bedside table. That’s when the devil in me woke up. I walked over to the fridge, grabbed a tray of ice cubes, and dumped them into the water. I waited for the ice to melt, dipping my finger in to check the temperature. “Perfect,” I murmured with a wicked grin.

Holding the jug carefully, I tiptoed to the bed and stood over her. “Payback time, princess,” I whispered and, without any hesitation, poured the icy water directly onto her face.

The reaction was instant. Zara shot up, shrieking at the top of her lungs, “WHAT THE F***, ZAYDEN?!”

I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach, as she wiped her drenched face, glaring daggers at me. “That’s for kicking me in the—” I gestured toward my junior with a wince, “—in your sleep, might I add!”

Her jaw dropped as she threw a pillow at me, missing by a mile. “It was an accident, you jerk!” she yelled.

“Well,” I smirked, leaning casually against the bedpost, “consider this an accident too. Oops!”

Zara’s glare could’ve sliced through steel as she clutched the drenched blanket around her. Her hair clung to her face, and her soaked lingerie left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was a sight that would’ve knocked the air out of any sane man, and I wasn’t exactly immune. Not that I’d let her know that.

“You’re an absolute monster!” she spat, her voice trembling more from rage than the cold. “Look at me! My clothes are ruined! What the hell am I supposed to wear now?!”

I smirked, letting my gaze flick down to her barely covered figure. "I don’t know, Zara. You seem pretty dressed to me. Though I gotta say, the wet look suits you.”

Her eyes widened in fury, and she whipped the pillow at me again. This time, I didn’t even bother dodging. It hit me square in the chest, but the grin on my face didn’t falter.

“Stop being a pervert! I can’t just sit here like this!” she fumed, clutching the blanket tighter around her.

I leaned lazily against the bedpost, my smirk growing wider. “Why not? You look pretty comfortable to me. But, if you really need advice…” I trailed off, my voice dropping into a teasing drawl, “don’t wear anything.”

Her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of red so intense it could’ve put a tomato to shame. “W-what did you just say?” she stammered, blinking at me as if she hadn’t heard me right.