..Out of the Blue ..💙

29.confrontations

Zoya's POV

What kind of blood-sucking animal is she? Fuck. How many marks? I can't even count them. They're not even red; they're dark. Do I need to buy an entire concealer store to cover these up? The worst part? They're all over my neck. Some are bloodshot red-was she a vampire or something? Did she suck my blood while I was sleeping?

Well, that wouldn't make sense-then why did I wake up feeling so refreshed? But she did suck something out of me. Shit, I scolded myself.

I'm still sitting in my room, processing everything. The worst part? I smiled, remembering some of it. What the fuck is wrong with me? There's no way I'm facing her. She's a bit late, judging by the clock. I'm not going downstairs until she leaves.

Thank God Zach told me not to dance on the last day-I can actually wear something to cover this mess. I run my fingers over the marks she made. Not with hatred, but with a giddy feeling, as if I'm proud to have them. I close my eyes, rewinding all the best parts.

Is a woman really this good? Why haven't I tried before? But she didn't let me touch her. I was too horny-or tired-to push, but something in me sensed that she didn't want to be touched like that. Was she scared? She was cold, but there was something vulnerable beneath it.

Most importantly, what does this all mean? At this point, I'm sure I'm very much attracted to her. But do I like her? Not her personality. Or maybe I do-only when she's with Athena. Ugh, she's still difficult most of the time. But I find her charming. Her snarky remarks? They annoy me to my core, but I like them. And I might have fallen in love with her mouth. No, I'm definitely a fan of her tongue-and how it works. Fuck, it works well everywhere.

So, I've concluded: I'm attracted to a cold-hearted, sexy, and obnoxious ex-wife of my ex-boyfriend, who also happens to be the mother of my child.

She fucked me.

"What?!" Zach screamed.

"Yeah..." I tried to keep my reaction neutral. I can't show that I'm more surprised than him.

"So, how was it?"

Agh. Do I have to answer that? I covered my face and muttered, "Yes."

"Well, congratulations, babe. You're bi-segsual."

"I don't want labels, Zach."

"Hey, hey! Speaking of which-is that your wifey?"

I cringed as he pointed toward a certain woman in a suit, looking as enchanting as ever. She was smiling with some associates, a drink in her hand. I cursed myself. How can someone be this attractive? I don't blame myself. In fact, I'm lucky. That goddess was my first time. Dang.

Heat rushed to my face. I can't deny it-she's attractive.

"I have to go prepare the girls. You enjoy your last night, girl."

I nodded and entered the front row of the show. Soon, her eyes landed on me, confusion flickering in them. Maybe this was the first time she'd seen me in a club wearing more than just a piece of fabric. Well, today, I'm royalty-I'm not dancing. I didn't look at her directly, but I noticed her through my peripheral vision. Some of my girls joined me, enjoying farewell drinks. Every time I glanced in her direction, her eyes were already on me. And every single time, it sent heated sensations through me.

What is it with her? I wondered but ignored her for the rest of the night. After a couple of drinks, I hit the dance floor with my friends. It was my final night. I can't believe I'm quitting stripping after five long years.

I swayed with the beat-but still, I felt her eyes on me. Again. I turned, and there she was, standing alone, a glass in hand, watching me up and down with those piercing eagle eyes.