chapter 6

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Zara Fenty -POV

He trapped my head between his hands, the fire in his eyes made me shiver, he took my earlobe betweeen his teeth and bit me mildly which startled me just a bit. I looked up into his eyes and he said, " I want you Zara , more than I've wanted anything else", before I could say anything he crushed my mouth gently beneath his.

When his lips began to trail along my neck all I could think of what was this man was doing to me, to my body then I said, "Oh Andrew, I want you so much." Andrew was about to speak when I was awoken by the knock on the door.

I stood up, knotting my robe well enough I staggered to the door still in awe of the dream I had.

I opened to see a delivery man with flowers and a card, the man asked if I was Zara Fenty I gave him a nod, he handed the flowers to me, she signed and closed the door. Dumping the flowers on the table I enter into my bathroom to take a shower.

I was feeling refreshed enough to analyse whatever had happened to me and the flowers. After putting the flowers in a vase with water, I sit at dining area coffee in one hand, the card in other. The card read ," I had a wonderful evening thanks Zee. P.S can we do movies tomorrow and dinner afterwards, call me if you're game. Bryan xx"

Reading the card for the fifth time I leave it on the dining table, walk to the living room. The question running through my mind was, "would Andrew want me just as he did in my dream?" I pick up my car keys from table and leave for work.

Andrew Lloyd- POV

I need to make things right with Zara. My response to her instant message from the night before was the reason for my guilt. Zara was only trying to have a conversation, even though I wasn't sleepy I lied to my best friend.

Hoping to make things right I send her a message. "Hey boo, ill b comin over after work. Make sure u hv vodka." I press send. Seconds later I get her reply, "lol!, I do.. will b expectin u."

**hours later**

I decide to knock on Zara's door instead of using my spare key. Zara opened the door with a smile on her face, my heart melts at the sight. She was just beautiful, her dimples had such an effect on me .

"You rascal, there's a reason you have my spare key". She said giving me a peck on my cheek. Shaking my head I enter the living room, " ah! Yes but you know I love surprises" ,I say as I sit down.

"How is the girlfriend of the most eligible software engineer in town" I tease her. She smirks at me, "I'm not his girlfriend you punk, it was just a platonic catching up dinner."

"A platonic dinner that got you flowers in the morning." I tease further. "I didn't tell you about the flowers" she said accusingly.

"If you were hiding it from me, you didn't do a good job. It's in on your center table and you think I wouldn't notice" I tell her.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "I wasn't hiding..." she was cut off by her phone ringing, she looks at the caller i.d. She looked up and said, "speak of the devil." I rolled my eyes at her.

Giving her privacy, I stand up move to kitchen, open the fridge I decide to make myself a sandwich. While making the sandwich I hear her response to the call.

"Oh I'm sorry I was busy .. I liked the flowers.... yes sure tomorrow is still on ..6pm sounds great ... yes I know a good restaurant we can eat after the movie.... bye."

Zara walked into the kitchen, seizing one of the sandwiches and takes a bite, with her mouth full she said, "So I got a movie date tomorrow."

"I see" ,was all I said,knowing she was going to say more. "Yup, after that we'll dine at the restaurant close to cinema." I open the fridge retrieve two cans of juice, hand one over to her we both move to the siting room.

I put on the tv hoping to find something interesting that will make us stop talking about Bryan. Luckily modern family was on. Sofia Vegara's scene was playing, instead of watching we start talking about sofia's gorgeous body.

After hours of talking about everything and making jokes it was time to go home. As much as I would have loved to stay and make good use of her bed, I resigned myself to saying goodbye and getting a peck that only added to my agony.

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