Night of Destiny

Shirley got into the car. Zacharias stayed outside and talked a bit more before finally coming in. The car slowly moved away from the building and made its way to the hotel. Shirley’s feet were sore after today’s party.

The clock struck nine. Zacharias suddenly held Shirley’s hand, fingers interlocked. Shirley didn’t refuse. They held hands tightly as the car took them across the streets of this foreign land. They genuinely looked like a couple madly in love.

Eventually, they arrived at the hotel, and Shirley got out of the car. The pain was killing her. At this point, she needed to hold the door for support just to get out of the vehicle. If she could, she would’ve taken her shoes off and walked barefoot.

Imogen naturally noticed Shirley’s discomfort. She also knew Shirley was never one for heels. So, of course, her feet were hurting right now. She was just about to help Shirley and act like she cared about her. Alas, Zacharias was already standing by her side. Before Shirley could even say anything, he bent over and held her in a princess carry.

The surprised Shirley quickly put both hands on Zacharias’ shoulder. “Oh, put me down,” murmured Shirley shyly. She was feeling a little awkward being held by Zacharias in front of all the team members.

“Don’t move.” Zacharias smiled and went into the hotel with her in his arms. Imogen stared in shock. She could see that Shirley and Zacharias were already madly in love. Everyone else followed Zacharias in silence. They knew how he felt about Shirley a long time ago.

Shirley buried her face in Zacharia’s chest. The elevator slid open. All the other bodyguards tacitly went into the other elevator aside from Roy and Freddie.

Shirley was feeling too bashful to even look up from her safe spot. Zacharias took her all the way back to their room and put her on the couch. She was still blushing as she complained lightly, “Don’t do that next time.”

Zacharias said, “Don’t move. I’ll rub some oil on that.”

Shirley remained seated, waiting for Zacharias to return with the medical kit. When he was done rubbing the oil on her feet, Shirley smacked her cheeks. She thought she was getting drunk. She wasn’t wasted. Instead, she was only a bit tipsy from all the alcohol today.

Zacharias took a shower. He’d met too many people today and hated how he was smelling. So, he decided to take a shower before having a good talk with Shirley. Moments later, he came out of the bathroom wearing a cotton robe. He immediately turned his attention to Shirley.

Shirley was on the couch, head in her hand. She was probably taking a break or freshening herself up. Oh, right. She’s not a good drinker. But… I remember seeing her having at least two glasses of alcohol earlier, Zacharias thought.

Zacharias imbibed quite a bit as well. Nevertheless, he was a better drinker than she was. So, he took a seat, causing Shirley to jolt awake from her impromptu slumber. Still, there was no hiding the slight daze in her eyes. She blinked her eyes several times before pulling her hair away from her face. Then, she rose to her feet and decided to get a shower. “I’ll-”

Zacharias gently tugged on her arm, causing her to fall into his embrace. Due to his actions, her lips were inches away from his face. She had a feeling he was being cheeky, rendering her momentarily speechless. Finally, she said in exasperation, “What do you want?”

“What do you think I want?” asked Zacharias.

“How am I supposed to know what you want?” Shirley played dumb, even though she’d seen through him.

“Do you really want to know?” Zacharias smiled.

Shirley nodded. “Mhm.”

Zacharias held the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. To her, it felt more like a little mischievous nibble. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I want you,” said Zacharias, his voice husky. Shirley felt her willpower crumbling. She could never resist the charm of a man like Zacharias.

Before she could give her consent, he released her. Then, he regarded the stunned expression on her face as he smiled. “Sleep tight.”

Shirley turned a shade of magenta. He’s such a player. He drags me into this whole whirlpool and pushes me away at the last moment. Then, all he says is ‘sleep tight’?