Scheming Against The He-Devil

Chapter 8- A Dance of Fate

Kimberly's POV ✨

My heart races with anticipation as I prepare myself for the evening ahead. Tonight, I plan to unleash the full force of my feminine power, to captivate Zion in a way he's never experienced before. I've decided to take matters into my own hands, to become the seductress he never saw coming.

I slip into a pair of short shorts that cling to my curves, emphasizing my legs, and a fitted tank top that leaves little to the imagination. With my hair styled in a seductive updo, I feel a surge of confidence coursing through my veins. It's time to put my plan into motion.

I make my way to Zion's study, knowing he's engrossed in his work. As I approach the doorway, I catch a glimpse of him, his focus fixed on the documents before him. Without hesitation, I step into the room, letting my presence be known.

Zion's eyes dart up, meeting mine, and for a moment, I see a flicker of surprise. His gaze trails down my body, and I notice a subtle shift in his posture. A slight twist in his crotch area betrays the effect my appearance has on him. It's exhilarating and empowering to know that I can provoke such a reaction in him.

I walk closer, my steps deliberate and seductive, until I'm standing just a few feet away from him. His voice falters as he stammers, trying to compose himself. "Kimberly... I wasn't expecting you..."

I lean against his desk, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Dinner is ready," I say, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. "But I thought I'd come and personally inform you."

He clears his throat, his eyes locked on mine, his words coming out in a husky whisper. "Thank you... for letting me know." He pauses, his gaze briefly wandering down my body before he catches himself. "I... I'll be there shortly."

As I turn to leave, I can't help but savor the effect I've had on him. The feeling of power, of being desired, courses through me like an electric current. But I know this is just the beginning. There's more to come, and I intend to keep him on his toes.

The next morning, I wake up to the enticing aroma of breakfast filling the air. I stretch lazily, my senses coming alive as I realize that Zion is preparing something special for me. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and a smile tugs at my lips.

As I step into the kitchen, I find Zion standing there, a tray in his hands, a look of concentration on his face. He turns to me, and a mixture of surprise and delight flashes across his features.

"Good morning," he says, his voice filled with warmth. "I hope you're hungry. I made breakfast in bed for you."

I'm taken aback by his gesture, the thoughtfulness behind it. It's a simple act, but it speaks volumes about his feelings for me. A surge of affection washes over me, and I can't help but feel a renewed sense of connection between us.

I take a seat at the table, and Zion places the tray before me. As I lift the lid, I'm greeted with a spread of delicious food—fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and a colorful assortment of fresh fruits. It's a feast for the eyes and the taste buds.

Zion takes a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I wanted to do something special for you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "To show you how much you

mean to me."

I'm touched by his words, my heart swelling with warmth. "Zion, this is incredible," I say, my voice filled with gratitude. "You didn't have to do all of this."

He smiles, a genuine expression that lights up his face. "I wanted to," he replies softly. "You deserve it, Kimberly. You deserve to be treated like the extraordinary woman you are."