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Rebekah x
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I couldn't help it. I loved Zoë's touch but I wanted more than a touch on the cheek and that's why I had to pull away. She wasn't ready for what I would do to her. My heart was racing as I paced around the study. I went to the window, Zoë hadn't gone back out and I could see Henry gathering up her things. I wondered where she had gone. I sat down at the laptop scanning the rooms until I found her in the library. She looked troubled, trying to concentrate on a book when she didn't want to. Henry had entered the room with something and handed it to her. Was that my brandy? I turned on the volume just as Zoë took her first sip and coughed a lot. I chuckled. I wondered if she had ever had alcohol before. From my understanding the people in the slums couldn't afford it. She left the room with both the glass and the decanter. This couldn't be good. I switched to the hallways camera and saw her stumble around a bit opening different doors. She opened the pool door and went inside . Obviously it'd peaked her interest. On the pool camera I watched on as she took her shoes and socks off to dangle her feet over the edge. She kept drinking. After a bit she was looking around and giggling. I really hope she wasn't going to do what I thought she was going to do. She stood up and started taking her clothes off. Fuck she was.
I ran out of the room towards the pool just in time to grab her before she jumped in. "Zoë what the fuck?" I shouted at her. She turned around all doe eyed. God I loved it when she looked at me like that. "What? I was just gonna go in the pool!" She shouted right back. "Zoë you're drunk! What if you had drowned?!" She giggled at me, "I'm drunk?" I looked at her, she was funny but I didn't want to laugh. My heart was still beating fast at the thought of her jumping in a pool drunk and also I wanted to fuck her. She was naked in my arms. I shook my head. No I wasn't going to take advantage of her. I took my t shirt off and put it on her, covering her. Zoë stared at my chest. She reached out her hand but I grabbed it before she could touch me. I was already hard, if she touched me it'd be game over. I pick her up and cradled her to my chest. She flung her arms around me like a child and started to giggle again. "What's so funny?" I asked "Nothing" she slurred. "Can you bring the brandy?" I ignored that. "Connor?" "No, you've had enough" I said firmly. She pouted but didn't say anything else
I carried her upstairs towards her bedroom. She put her head against me and said "Connor?" I looked down at her "Yes?" "Do you you regret being matched with me?" I stopped in my tracks. I knew whatever answer I gave her she wouldn't remember she was too far gone. "No Zoë, I just don't know how to be with you. I don't know how to treat a woman without hurting her and I don't want to hurt you." I was honest with my answer. I kissed the top of her head and she was quiet, I didn't know if she was thinking or still getting used to be drunk. We reached her room and I set her down on the bed. I turned to leave and she grabbed my hand "Will you stay with me?" She pleaded and looked at me again with those doe eyes, I couldn't resist. "Okay but you need to have a nap so you don't get a hangover" I sat on the bed and she curled up next to me. She fidgeted around a lot then kneeled up to my face. Zoë opened and closed her mouth a few times and I cocked my head in confusion. "Are you trying to say something?" I asked "Can I kiss you?" She asked. It surprised me. I thought about it. Would I be able to stop? I leaned in and she met me the rest of the way. I had a hard time controlling myself, her lips were soft and she tasted like brandy. I felt more drunk on her than she was on the brandy. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back kissing her neck while she moaned. My hand snaked up her thigh and towards her slit. All of a sudden I realised what I was doing I was taking it too far. I pushed her away gently. Her eyes were glazed and hooded and she pouted at me again. "I'm sorry" I said "I don't want to hurt you so I'll leave" and I took off out the room, running out on her again. Fuck.