Kiyara
I still hadn't replied to Ezekiel's message. I put it on hold for 3 hours, and by the time I checked it again, it had turned into 20 messages, ones that were like:
Ezekiel - I miss you
Ezekiel - I miss the way your warmth enveloped my fingers
Ezekiel - Never knew your touch was as soft as your lips
Ezekiel - Baby, we both know that we are going to do it again, no need to be shy
Ezekiel - You won't reply? I won't go easy next time.
I scoffed, like he was ever easy with me, the rascal. I rolled my eyes and got into my Lamborghini, heading to his house in the evening.
Wearing a pink shirt with a cheeky design and pink and white joggers and white sneakers, I didn't bother opening the door, I barged in. The first thing I saw was Ezekiel's smiling face. Was he waiting for me at the door? What a creep.
I was annoyed at him. He disturbed me and my girls every second that passed. I heard a ding and wanted to confront him. It wasn't even funny. Ariel literally wanted to check my phone. What if she saw? She wouldn't look at me the same anymore.
"If I knew that you wanted to surprise me, I would have gotten ready and still pretended to be surprised when you barged in," he said, smirking.
Ready? He was talking about ready? The man literally looked perfect even while wearing a grey hoodie and matching sweatpants. His hair was tousled but still looked shiny and silky.
"Ezekiel, I get the fact that you... in the room, but that doesn't mean we have to talk about it through text messages," I said, gritting my teeth, obviously annoyed.
"The fact that I...?" he was trying to make me complete the sentence, which made me glare at him. He came closer.
"The fact that I got intimate with you in your own home?" he smiled. He was so close to me, and even though his house was ten times larger than mine, all I could see was him.
I stood there speechless, and in a matter of seconds, I felt his lips on mine, a soft kiss. He was trying to tease me, such a rascal.
He retreated but was still close to me, his sharp jawline showing its appeal as I stood there in a daze.
I snapped out of it soon and cleared my throat. "I just wanted to tell you that you should stop sending me suggestive texts," I said nervously. I meant to say it in a stern manner so he would take me seriously.
"Okay," he backed off and nodded. I was shocked. Just like that? "What?" he asked when he saw my confused face.
"Nothing," I said.
"Okay, cool," he said, and it turned awkward.
"Was that the only reason you came?" he asked, and I said yes.
"It can't be," he said calmly. "Stay with me, just for the night," he smiled sweetly, and I just couldn't refuse.
Soon, I was in the bathroom with Ezekiel. We were both applying face masks, and I smiled at him while I helped him with his.
"I don't usually do this, you know?" he said, and I nodded and chuckled. "I can't believe that," I said, and his eyes widened. "Why? Because I have such a perfect face?" he said, leaning forward, trapping me between him and the wash basin.
"To be honest, that was what was on my mind." We both laughed.
Probably wondering who brought up the idea of facial care... well... it was me.
1 hour ago
"Sure, I will stay with you," I said. "Just like a sleepover?" he asked with an amused face, and I unexpectedly burst out laughing. "Sleepover?" I asked while laughing, and he smiled while nodding.
"Let's do what lovely couples do when they stay in the same house," he said while coming towards me again.
"But we aren't couples," I looked down. "We both know that what we have is something special. You can't just let any guy be close to you. I'm special to you, and you are special to me, so we are close to being a couple, like oxygen," he smirked while wrapping his hands around my waist.
"Oh," I blushed and unexpectedly gave him a peck. He let out an elegant laugh, and we had a happy moment.
"Okay, just for tonight, we are a couple," I said. "So what should we do first, babe?" He looked down at my lips, and I clicked my fingers. "Face masks?" He arched one of his brows then agreed. "Luke," he called for his butler, who looked elegant and classy. "Yes, my lord?" he bowed to Ezekiel.
"Order some face masks for me and my girlfriend," he said, looking into my eyes, and Luke bowed and left.
"Your butler," I said.
"Yes?"
"You have a butler?"
"Yeah," he said.
Sometimes I can't get over how well-off Ezekiel is.
1 hour later
"How does it feel?" I asked Ezekiel, who had his eyes closed because a little bit of the face mask went into his eye by mistake.
"Weird," he said with his deep voice. "You will get used to it," I said. I removed the face mask from his face, then mine came next. We washed our faces, and I helped him dry it off while he did the same.
"Put me down, Ezekiel," I said when he picked me up from my feet and walked towards the bathroom.
"No, I want to take care of my lady," he said with his elegant smile, which made me breathless.
He took off my clothes, and I entered the jacuzzi. He followed after taking off his hoodie, exposing his toned abs and strong biceps.
"Come closer," he said, motioning for me to come. I came forward and turned my back to his firm and fit abs. I felt him smile.
He dug his long, smooth fingers into my hair, massaging it, and it felt nice.
He added some lotion which made it soft and straight. It felt nice, and I found myself enjoying it. I loved the way his hands moved around my hair.
"Rate my skills," he said.
"One," I smiled after talking, and he stopped. I pouted and looked at him. "Why did you stop?" I asked, annoyed.
"Since I'm bad at it, I should probably stop," he said with a straight face, and I giggled. "I was just joking! I rate it a thousand over a hundred." He smiled and continued to massage my hair.
When he was done, we both had a towel on, and he was drying my hair with a hair towel as I brushed my teeth, and the same went for him, which ended up in us kissing.
"Here... I think this will fit you," he said, showing me a lacy white nightie. "I know you love wearing white to sleep, so I bought a white one," he smiled, and I frowned.
"I can't wear that, it's too short," I walked over to him with a pout.
"Exactly, it won't get in my way," he smiled while coming closer towards me. I pushed him away and giggled.
I ordered us some matching white PJ's, and they were comfortable. We rested on the same bed, looking at each other.
"I still prefer the nightie," he said.
"Stop it, don't ever bring that nightie up again," I said sternly, and he chuckled.
Ezekiel
Kiyara slept off after I pretended to be asleep. I traced her baby hairs, which were now soft. I inhaled her scent, which now smelled like me, and I took a picture of her and smiled at it.
While I was washing her hair, she lifted her right arm up, and I saw a small scar on her wrist, which looked like she had injured herself recently.
I went towards the kitchen to pick up a knife and gently brought out her wrist and made sure I drew the exact shape of the scar on mine.
She moved her hand, but I was already done with it. I cleaned the blood off with a satisfied smile, I washed the blood away from the knife.
I slept off while caressing the side of her soft face.
I woke up the next morning. The first thing I saw was the picture of my woman since she wasn't beside me, and the first thing I smelled was omelet, coffee, and a hint of freshly baked bread.
I got up, thinking it was one of the chefs, but Kiyara was the one I saw with a smile. She had prepared breakfast for me, which made me happy.
This was the first time I had seen her make food in front of me and not through some screen device. I smiled, and she looked surprised to see me awake.
"Good morning, Zekiel," she said with a smile, which made her look beautiful. The sun made her chocolate-colored hair look golden.
"Good morning, love," I said, my voice deeper than usual. I saw a faint blush on her cheek. I chuckled and got up to hug her.
"What are you doing?" she giggled.
"It's so cold, I want to hug you tightly," I muffled against her soft neck.
"You liar, it's not cold. Look, I prepared something for you," she said, looking at the breakfast.
"I know, it might look nice, but something tells me it tastes otherwise," I joked, which made her pout and hit me with her tiny hand.
"It's really good, I didn't just make it for you but for the chefs too, and they loved it."
What? She made breakfast for the chefs? They tasted her food before me?
This made me angry. I frowned at her, and she looked confused.
"What?" she asked, looking confused.
"This is me thinking you only made breakfast for me, but you made it for my chefs?" I asked in disbelief.
"It's not a big deal. I wanted to thank them for their hard work, and they were really nice. They opposed at first, but I insisted, and they had no other choice than to eat breakfast," she smiled while saying those words.
"They get paid well for their hard work. There was no need, and besides, I was meant to be the first one to taste your cooking," I said sadly. She hugged me, which made me smile.
Thinking of being sad so she can always hug me like this immediately came to my mind.
"I'm really sorry, but they were so lovely and nice," she said, and I sighed.
I went towards the bathroom to take a bath, wore some comfortable clothes that matched the blue dress I bought for her yesterday, and to be honest, she was really good at cooking.
I complimented her that day, and she couldn't stop blushing. In the afternoon, she went back to her penthouse in her white Lamborghini after literally saying goodbye to all the workers in the house.
She was so nice that she won their hearts in just one night.
If I still had my parents, I'm sure they would love her.