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c h a p t e r 54: A Moment For Us

"Nah, it's okay,"

An awkward silence engulfs us and he whips out his phone to make a business call. Watching Zayyad make calls like this, is one of my favourite things, it's such a weird turn-on when he's so serious with work and just being a boss to his employees and second-in-commands.

I stay quiet, listening to every word even though I have no idea what he's instructing them on.

A few minutes later, the call ends. "What's the time on your phone, babe?" I ask, glad that his business call has diverted him as far away as possible from the suicide talk. "Your mom says we have to be ready for dinner before eight,"

He looks at his wristwatch, "it's almost six,"

"I need to find something to wear,"

"For dinner?"

"Yes, baby, for dinner,"

"Bev, you look good in anything. You could be wearing a rice sack and I'd still fuck you,"

I look at him. "Horny much?"

He laughs.

I'm happy to be here with him, seeing his mother accept me in less than a second made me mentally, emotionally, and physically calm, I have nothing to be worried about as long as she's okay with me being here, besides, she's the pillar of this family just like Zayyad said, I don't think anyone would want to go against the pillar of the family.

I rest my head on his arm. "I love you so much, Zayyad. I always have... right from the first day I looked at you at that parking lot. When you called me beautiful, I knew you were talking about me but you being you, covered it up and said you were talking about the city,"

He chuckles, "I love you, too, but I was talking about the city that day, not you,"

I raise my head and look at him. "I was gonna kiss but you just ruined it, go and collect your kiss from Abuja," I stand up from the bed and begin to dramatically walk away from him, heading nowhere.

He laughs, following me and catching up, "Where are you even going, drama queen?"

"Nowhere, just wanted to be dramatic," I answer, and he smiles, wrapping his hands around my waist as I take steps backward until my back touches the wall.

He is looking at me with so much love in his eyes, and I want to spiritually ascend into heaven because... Omo. Is there anyone who'll look at me the way this man does? Someone who'll speak to my soul just from locking eyes with me?

"We were made for each other, Beverly, and yes, I was referring to you that day because you changed my entire being. My emotions. My head. You rewired me. I swear it feels like juju," [Voodoo]

I chuckle. "Juju? See this one, have you been jazzed before?" [Enchanted]

"I don't think so," He sniggers. "Do I get my kiss now?" He asks, already cupping my face in his hand. I don't even say yes before he starts to kiss me and God! This man is like drugs to my body. At this point, if I go twenty-four hours without him I might faint and go into a coma.

I'm kissing him back and my whole-being wants more than just kissing him, but this is his parents' house and I'm not quiet during sex, so, I guess we'll have to stay away from each other for the next hours we'll be h— before I even finish my thought, he starts to reach for the hem of my T-shirt.

"Baby... babe... Zay, don't... don't," I struggle to say but he shuts my mouth with his kiss, barely letting me get words out as he takes off my shirt. Of course, I let him, you think it's easy to resist someone like this.