I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

When the sun’s rays hit Zachary’s face, he blinked.

What the hell? Where is he? Because even though he was naked, he was already sweating during those hours. His brow caressed him when he remembered that he and Samarra had slept on the third floor.

Samarra?

His smile came naturally, and he looked beside him, who had been sleeping on his arm until now. That night was fantastic. He hugs Samarra. When they fell asleep, it was almost dawn.

Maybe, if it weren’t for the sunlight, Like Samarra, he was probably still sleeping. It was also a few minutes before he looked at Samarra. He slowly removed Samarra’s head from his arm. When he got stuck, he propped her head on the pillow. He stood up and turned off the Christmas lights, still on. He had no idea what time it was. But because of the sun’s brightness, he believes it is noon. He sorted and stored their belongings. After ensuring it was clean, he immediately picked Samarra to take to their room.

He slowly lowered Samarra onto the bed. His every move was deliberate. He didn’t want to wake up Samarra first.

Samarra was stunned when no one could be by her side. She is thrown back from her lying position. She was so shocked to see that she was already in the room. She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t see Zachary.

She glanced at the clock on the side of the bed. That moment must have passed first. That’s why she can feel her stomach growl. She was forced to stand up, go to the bathroom, and take a bath before coming down. When she finished taking a bath, she quickly went down to look for Zachary. She went to the kitchen. First, she thought maybe it was just cooking. When she peeked there, she had no Zachary, who had arrived, the only food that covered what she had reached. She frowned as she grabbed a hotdog and went out of the kitchen while chewing. She also peeked at the pavilion, but there was nothing in the study room, and the living room was nothing.

She went out to the garden to look for Zachary.

Where is that man going? She sighed and re-entered the house. It’s just that she hasn’t been to the pool yet. She went to the swimming pool, but there was no sign of Zachary.

She was about to leave when she noticed the water in the pool moving. She paused at the doorway to observe from a safe distance. She could see Zachary swimming. His back is broad, and the muscle flexes whenever he strokes his hand. Although not as large as Ezekiel’s body, she believes Zachary will be more attractive in the future. She stood for a few moments before leaving and returning to the kitchen.

She made two tuna sandwiches and orange juice. She returned to the pool as soon as she finished. Samarra sighed. When she saw Zachary emerge from the water, her surroundings blurred, and she could only see Zachary.

Her heartbeat was audible to her. Someone was rushing forward again, and she couldn’t take her gaze away from it. As Zachary approached, she swallowed, her feet nailed to the stand. Zachary was only wearing a swimming trunk. She took in his beautiful body shape. She was sure that many women gasped when they saw him in that order.

“Ara.”

When she felt Zachary tap her shoulder, she was shocked to see his face close to her. Her throat became parched. Gosh! What is going on with me? She couldn’t even open her mouth. She tried to keep her gaze from falling to the bottom of him. However, even her eyes are a traitor and a sinner.

“Ahmm,” she couldn’t think of anything to say.

She shook her head and looked Zachary in the eyes.

Zachary suppressed his grin. She could tell. Perhaps he was aware that she was looking at the bulge of his swimming trunk.

Oh, gosh! What are you thinking, Samarra?

“Would you like to join?” Zachary asked her a seductive question and took the tray she was carrying.

“No,” she said quickly.

“Why?” Zachary inquired, his brows meeting.

“I’m not a swimmer,” she explained.

She is capable of swimming. She isn’t just a good swimmer. She is a competitive surfer. She won the competition before her accident and is also a scuba diver. She will not give up on whether she wants to accompany him if she recovers from swimming and diving. But she didn’t want to be in the pool with Zachary, and she didn’t want that. She was only getting more nervous. She couldn’t figure out why her heart was racing so fast.

Gosh! Is she already head over heels in love with Zachary?

“Come on; we’ll just do it now; we’ll go to school tomorrow.”

Gosh! What are your plans, Samarra? Is your husband questioning you? Did he want to form a bond with you? She took a deep breath and softly nodded.

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She was startled and looked at Zachary as he screamed and was punched in the air.

Is he having fun? Is it because of me? She stumbled over Zachary.

“Change your clothes,” Zachary said, taking the glass of juice.

She nodded, and she was not in herself to obey his command. She went straight to the walk-in closet when she got to the top. She wore an old swimsuit.

Because Ezekiel had talked to her about going swimming before she returned to Australia, she did not go because of the unexpected events in her life. She took them and the neon green one-piece with cuts on both sides.

She immediately turned around and examined herself. As her stunning figure emerged, she gasped for air. She has no idea she is used to wearing a swimsuit, but she feels deprived. She turned to look in the mirror. Could almost see half of her butt-cheek. In her head, she was flattered.

She smiled and took a deep breath. “Go! Samarra, “She said this as she faced the mirror, pulling a bathrobe over her shoulder. She went to the pool, where Zachary was waiting for her.

She couldn’t help but feel nervous as she approached Zachary. The force of her chest pounding.

“Oh,” Zachary exclaimed in surprise as he looked at her.

She smiled, slightly disgusted by the way Zachary was looking at her. She couldn’t decide whether to keep moving or to stand still.

Zachary barely blinked; she noticed. She hesitated to smile and tried to remain calm. She sneezed slightly to catch his attention.

“Ah.” He had one hand on her shoulder.

Samarra is uncomfortable in her swimsuit because of how Zachary looks at her.

Zachary approached her slowly, never taking his gaze away from her. When Zachary pulled out the bathrobe over her shoulder, she sighed.

“You’re so hot,” Zachary exclaimed.

“T-thank… you,” she replied shyly, unable to look at Zachary.

She smiled and imitated him approaching the swimming pool. She turned to Zachary when she heard him mutter as he walked.

What does he say?

“Ara.”

She quickly looked up at Zachary as he squeezed her waist and, simultaneously, jumped into the water as he hugged her waist. She screamed as her arms automatically curled around Zachary’s neck. She was unprepared for what he would do, so she swallowed the water. Zachary laughed out loud as he rubbed her back as she coughed. She stared at him, and in annoyance, she clung to his neck and bit his ear.

“Aww! That’s hurt.” Zachary groaned as he rubbed his ears where she had bitten.

“Don’t do that again,” she warned as she quickly turned around and stepped away, but Zachary immediately grabbed her. Her back was leaning against his elegant chest. He even wrapped both arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry,” Zachary whispered.

She was speechless because she felt something hard behind her. She’s not a fool, so she doesn’t know it.

She shook her head and forced herself to dismiss the thought. Shocks! What was she thinking? Embarrassing!

“I can’t take it anymore.” Her eyes widened as Zachary confronted her and pressed a kiss to her lips.