NuNew's Bad Boy [ZNN]

Chapter 12: Business and Beyond

As the first rays of morning light danced across the unfamiliar room, I slowly emerged from the realm of dreams. Beside me, nestled in the warmth of shared slumber, their presence added a comforting melody to the awakening day. The soft rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of their breathing created a gentle duet, harmonizing with the subtle sounds of a new dawn. With eyes opening to the tender glow, I found myself greeted by the sight of a peaceful face, still bathed in the soft hues of sleep. In that intimate space shared between waking and dreaming, the morning unfolded, who would've thought I'll be this close to him.

My eyes traced the contours of Zee's room, a space that bore witness to the intimate moments shared just hours ago. Last night, Zee's desire exceeded the confines of his office table, and the mere recollection of our passionate encounter kindled a subtle blush on my cheeks. In a surprising turn of events, he extended an invitation for me to spend the night, leading me to the grandeur of their mansion.

The room exudes timeless elegance, each detail gracefully telling a story of refined taste and sophistication. Every piece of furniture, carefully chosen and placed, speaks of a deliberate design that transcends passing trends. The soft, muted color palette dances harmoniously with the play of natural light, casting a gentle glow that enhances the room's inherent charm.

Delicate patterns adorn the walls, weaving tales of craftsmanship and attention to detail. The furnishings, from plush chairs to exquisite artwork, stand as testaments to a curated aesthetic that withstands the test of time. The room, a canvas of understated opulence, whispers tales of bygone eras while maintaining a contemporary allure.

I eased myself onto the bed, feeling a subtle soreness in my hips, a testament to the intensity of the night before. As I settled, a pair of strong arms encircled me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. The unexpected warmth caught me off guard, and I gently tapped his arms, my voice soft, "Let me go."

Yet, his hold remained steadfast, as if reluctant to release the connection forged in the vulnerability of the night. The room, still steeped in the remnants of shared intimacy, witnessed this silent exchange — a delicate dance between the desire for closeness and the need for space. As I requested freedom from the embrace, the air held a quiet tension, echoing the unspoken complexities of our newfound connection.

"Thinking of running away again?" Zee's bedroom voice sent a subtle thrill through me, a sensation that tickled my stomach in a way I couldn't quite explain.

I turned to face him, still cocooned in his arms. "You think I can? I left my car at the office," I retorted, a playful defiance in my tone.

His eyes held a glint of amusement. "So you're still thinking of it?" The question hung in the air, a playful challenge that invited a response, weaving an unspoken narrative between us.

I chuckled at his reaction. "You drained my strength and energy. I don't have the force to argue, maybe feed me first?"

Zee gave me a sly smile, but before he could respond, I playfully placed my index finger on his lips. "Nah, you can't have one until I'm full with real food."

He caught my hand, laughter evident in his breath, as his warmth surrounded me in the morning light. "I'm sure breakfast is ready. I'll give you some clothes, so you can wear something, and then we'll eat." Zee pressed a lingering kiss on my lips before gracefully standing up.

Feeling fresh after the hot bath, which I took heed of Zee's suggestion, I made sure not to let him in. Being well aware of the direction things might head if I allowed him entry, I dressed and now we're striding down the mansion's grand staircase, which surprised me with its size and opulence.

The mansion exuded grandeur in every detail. As we descended the ornate staircase, the polished marble beneath our feet reflected the soft glow of crystal chandeliers overhead. Intricately carved banisters framed the descent, leading our eyes to the vast foyer adorned with timeless art pieces and opulent furnishings. The expansive space resonated with a sense of history and affluence, a testament to the Panich family's legacy. The walls, adorned with tasteful artwork, echoed tales of a bygone era, while the luxurious tapestries draped effortlessly, adding a touch of warmth to the palatial surroundings. The mansion's grandeur whispered stories of generations past, seamlessly blending tradition with modern comfort.