The Lovely Stranger

Chapter 11 - Busted

Lisa's POV

When I woke up, Zack wasn't in bed. I assumed he was taking a shower since I could hear the water running from the bathroom.

Suddenly, the water was turned off. The bathroom door opened. Zack walked into the room and smiled at me. I smiled back. He walked towards me and leaned down to kiss my lips.

Our kiss was interrupted by his phone. He frowned and picked it up. He spoke in Greek. It seemed like he snapped at someone while he walked towards the window.

I got up and walked to him. I wrapped my arms from behind him. I trailed my hands up and down on his wet bare chest while I placed kisses on his back.

He hung up and turned around. "Are you trying to distract me, Ms. Phillips?" he asked playfully with a smirk.

"Absolutely," I said, smirking.

His eyes darkened at my words.

I grabbed his hand and walked towards the bed. I made him sit on the edge of the bed. I leaned in and kissed his lips, passionately while he trailed his hands on my bare back. I gently bit his lower lip. He moaned.

I continued to kiss him. Then I started placing kisses on his neck and chest. I stopped at his hips. I lifted my head up and opened his towel. He looked at me with lust as I placed his length in my mouth. He groaned. I started moving my mouth up and down his length. He continued to moan.

I liked the effect I had on him. He held my hair in a tight grip and pulled my head closer to him. I accelerated my pace.

"Lisa," he moaned. I teased his length with my teeth and tongue. "Stop...or I will...come," he said between his moans. I didn't stop and accelerated my pace. He came and screamed my name.

"That was amazing," he said, huskily while opening his eyes.

I crawled on the bed and kissed his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled us over quickly. He smashed his lips against mine while he was trailing his hands down.

He slipped his finger inside me; I moaned. He smirked at the satisfaction of his effect on me. He moved his finger in and out as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

He added another finger and moved them faster. I moaned again and again.

He pressed his bulge into my stomach. I came and screamed his name.

He kissed my lips while he opened the drawer. He pulled a foil out and ripped it with his teeth. He put on the condom and then slammed into me. I groaned out loud.

He started moving in and out faster, going in deeper every time. I came again and again.

He slammed inside me hard and came. He collapsed on top of me. We tried to catch our breaths. Once he rolled over, I noticed that I was sore. He pulled me closer to his chest. I rested my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. We lay down without talking. He leaned his chin against my head, trailing his fingertip on my back up and down.

"I'm hungry," I murmured.

The corner of his lips curled up. "Me, too but not for food." He smirked at me. He pushed me down on my back. He intertwined our hands above my head and kissed my lips. He trailed kisses down to my neck.

"Zack," I moaned. His phone rang again. "Your...phone."

"Mmm," he murmured as he continued to kiss my neck.

I felt something hard under my hand, but he moved my hand up quickly.

"Zack," I moaned. He kissed my lips hungrily.

"Zacharias!" A man's voice filled the room. It was Zack's father. Zack stopped kissing me immediately.

"Shit!" he muttered huskily as his eyes widened. He grabbed the phone quickly and got up.

"Patera," he said, running his hand through his hair. (Father)

Oh no! Did he understand it was me? No, no, no, please no! I covered my face with my hands.

"Oxi....Katalaveno....Nai....Parakalo....Oxi, Patera....Antio." He hung up the phone, frowning. (No. I understand. Yes. Please. No, father. Goodbye.)

I sat up on the bed and wrapped the cover around me.

"Did he hear us?" I asked Zack.

"Yes," he said, running his hand through his hair.

"Did he understand that it was-" I asked, but I was interrupted by Zack.

"No, he did not understand that I am with you." I breathed deeply. He placed the phone on the bedside table. "Put something on and let's have lunch." I nodded.

He put on his shorts while I put on his shirt. He held my hand as we went to the kitchen.

Zack wasn't talking during lunch. He was thinking a lot. I held his hand and asked, "Are you okay? Is your father angry at you?"

He looked at me with a questioning expression. He understood and smiled back.

"No," he said and smirked. "It's not about that."

"His voice was angry. I think..."

"He was angry, but it wasn't because of what he heard," he said, smirking. I flushed. "He wants me to go back to Athens," he said.

"Why?" I asked. His expression changed.

"There was a fire in our shipyard."

"What?" I yelled.

"The fire was small; therefore not much damage was made," he said. "But labor has to be stopped for a few days. The police think that it was arson."

"What?" I yelled. "Why?"

"We don't know. Dad doesn't want me to stay here without security."

I was shocked.

Who would want to harm them? Oh, Zack. Someone could hurt him. No! No! Don't think about it, Lisa.

He held my hand and said, "Hey, I am fine. Don't be afraid." He caressed my cheek with the back of his index finger.

"Let's go back," I said.

He got up and came close to me and kneeled down beside me. He held both of my hand. "Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen. We are not sure about it."

"If something happens to you-"

"Shhh. Nothing will happen. You can't get rid of me." He smirked.

"Hey, stop sulking. I want to see your beautiful smile." He stroked my cheek. I smiled, slightly.