But before she could think, Zayn knelt down and did the buckle of her, holding her ankle gently.
He then looked up at her, then kissed her ankle,
"Beautiful" he whispered.
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Zayn's lips touched her ankle, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She felt a rush of heat, her skin tingling with sensitivity. No one had ever touched her like that before, with such reverence and adoration.
She looked down at Zayn, his eyes locked on hers, his gaze burning with intensity. His fingers traced gentle patterns on her ankle, sending shivers up her leg.
"Beautiful," he whispered again, his breath caressing her skin.
Moselia felt herself melting, her defenses crumbling. She couldn't think, couldn't reason. All she could do was feel, and what she felt was a deep connection to this man, this stranger who seemed to know her so intimately.
Without thinking, Moselia reached out, her hand brushing against Zayn's cheek and long black hair. He looked up, his eyes flashing with desire, and Moselia knew she was lost, lost in the depths of his eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch...
As Moselia's hand made contact with Zayn's cheek, she felt a spark of electricity run through her body. His eyes seemed to burn brighter, his gaze intensifying as he leaned into her touch. His hair, soft and silky, slipped through her fingers like a waterfall of night.
Zayn's face tilted upwards, his lips parting slightly, inviting her to explore further. Moselia's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears, as she traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his ear.
Time stood still, the world around them melting away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of desire. Moselia felt herself drowning, sinking deeper into the depths of Zayn's eyes, unable to escape the undertow of his attraction.
And then, without warning, Zayn's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his lips inches from hers. Moselia's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat, as she waited, anticipated, the kiss that would change everything...
His hand on her exposed back as it send gentle carresses through her spine.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are Moselia? Hmm?" Zayn whispered still maintaining the closeness they have.
Moselia's eyes fluttered closed, her breath escaping in a soft sigh as Zayn's hand caressed her back. His touch sent shivers down her spine, her skin tingling with sensitivity. She felt like she was melting into his embrace, her body surrendering to the gentle pressure of his hand.
"Beautiful?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "No one has ever made me feel like this, Zayn."
Zayn's hand stilled, his fingers pressing gently into her skin. "Feel like what, Moselia?" he whispered, his breath dancing across her ear.
Moselia's eyes opened, her gaze meeting Zayn's. "Like I'm home," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
Zayn's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze holding hers captive. "You are," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "You're exactly where you're meant to be, Moselia. In my arms."
"but Mr Zayn we can't, our parents.. you, the reporters.." she couldn't finish.
Zayn's expression turned fierce, his eyes flashing with determination. "I don't care about any of that, Moselia," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "I care about you, about us. We can make this work, together."
He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll handle the reporters, my family. I'll protect you from all of it. Just don't push me away, Moselia. I can't bear the thought of losing you."
Moselia felt her resolve weakening, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to believe him, to trust him. But the doubts lingered, the fear of consequences, of hurting their families...
Zayn's hand cupped her face, his eyes searching hers. "Trust me, Moselia. Trust us. We can overcome anything, as long as we're together."
She giggled.
"Mr Zayn -"
"Call me by my name" he said.
"Zayn, you don't even know me, we only met today, I don't even know you like that, even if.. even if" she flushed and couldn't complete what she was saying as she stepped back.
Zayn's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze never leaving Moselia's face. "I may not know you in the classical sense, Moselia," he said, his voice low and husky, "but I feel like I've known you forever. And I want to know you, truly know you, more than anything."
He took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Don't step back, Moselia. Don't run from this. From us."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Zayn's words washed over her, his presence drawing her in like a magnet. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, unable to escape the pull of his attraction.
"Even if... even if what, Moselia?" Zayn asked, his voice gentle, coaxing her to reveal her secrets. "Tell me."
Moselia's cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes darting away, unable to meet Zayn's intense gaze. "Even if... I wanted to," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Zayn's eyes lit up with understanding, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You do want to," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I can see it in your eyes, Moselia. You feel it too, this connection between us."
He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't be afraid, Moselia. I'll be gentle, I promise. I'll show you what it means to be truly wanted, truly loved."
Moselia's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into an unknown abyss. But with Zayn's words, she felt a sense of safety, of trust...
Moselia ran her hand across his hair and leaned in to kiss him immediately, throwing caution to the wind.
Zayn's eyes closed, his lips parting in anticipation, as Moselia's hand caressed his hair. He felt a jolt of electricity as her lips met his, a spark of passion igniting between them.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their kiss. Zayn's arms wrapped around Moselia, pulling her closer, as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers.
Moselia felt like she was drowning in the sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the touch, the taste, the feel of Zayn's lips on hers. She felt alive, free, like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
As they broke apart for air, Zayn's eyes locked onto hers, burning with desire. "I've been waiting for that," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I've been waiting for you, Moselia."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat, her soul stirring with a sense of belonging. She knew, in that moment, that she was his, and he was hers. The connection between them was undeniable, unbreakable.
Moselia gasped as Zayn lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She felt a rush of excitement as he set her down on the fountain table, the cool stone beneath her.
Zayn's hands cradled her face, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Moselia's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, as she surrendered to the moment.
The sound of the fountain's water created a soothing melody, a stark contrast to the fiery passion between them. Moselia felt like she was melting into Zayn's embrace, her heart beating in sync with his.
As they broke apart for air, Zayn's eyes blazed with desire, his gaze roaming over her face. "You're mine, Moselia," he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "Forever and always."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat, her soul stirring with a sense of belonging. She knew, in that moment, that she was his, and he was hers. The connection between them was undeniable, unbreakable.
"Moselia!" They both looked and saw her mom.
"Mommy" she flushed.
"Mr... Zayn, can you let go of my daughter, I believe this isn't where she's supposed to be" her dad said.
"Daddy stop, I let him" they both looked at her.
"I like him daddy" she said.
"Mr and Mrs Thompson, I assure you my feelings for Moselia is pure and real, I would never hurt her"
Moselia's parents exchanged a skeptical glance, her mother's eyes narrowing. "Pure and real?" her mother repeated. "You're a stranger, Mr. Zayn. You can't just sweep into our daughter's life and expect us to trust you."
Zayn's expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving Moselia's face. "I understand your concerns, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. But I assure you, my intentions are genuine. I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you, to Moselia."
Moselia's father crossed his arms, his voice firm. "We'll see about that, Mr. Zayn. Moselia, come here, sweetie. We need to talk."
Moselia hesitated, her eyes locked on Zayn's. She didn't want to leave him, didn't want to break the connection they shared. But her parents' disapproval was palpable, and she knew she had to face them.
With a reluctant sigh, Moselia slid off the fountain table, her feet touching the ground. Zayn's hands lingered on her waist, his fingers brushing against her skin before he released her. Moselia felt a pang of loss, but she knew she had to confront her parents.
"Moselia, go on, we'll meet again"
"You'd better do well to steer clear off reporters Mr Zayn, you wouldn't want to be on the tabloid news" Mr Thompson said.
Mrs Thompson took Moselia Inside and Mr Thompson and Zayn stood looking at each other, a sense of familiarity in the eyes.
If Moselia were here she would be shocked.
As Moselia disappeared into the house with her mother, Zayn's gaze remained fixed on Mr. Thompson, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I think we've met before, Mr. Thompson," Zayn said, his voice low and even.
Mr. Thompson's expression turned guarded, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I don't think so, Mr. Zayn," he replied, but his voice lacked conviction.
Zayn chuckled, a low, husky sound. "Oh, I think we have," he said, taking a step closer to Mr. Thompson. "A long time ago. Before you became a respected businessman, and I... well, before I became who I am today."
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the two men stood there, locked in a silent understanding. It was as if they shared a secret, a hidden history that only they knew.
Finally, Mr. Thompson broke the silence, his voice gruff. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Zayn. But I warn you, stay away from my daughter."
Zayn's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Thompson," he said.
"and Mr Thompson..."
"... I'm not the bad one here, I've been watching Moselia since she was little, I mean the best for her, you of all people know how dangerous the organization can be, especially as you are among them"
"What are you insinuating Mr Zayn, aren't you among them too? Just because you left doesn't mean they won't come for you, you should know how they work, especially after your involvement with their deepest darkest side, human trafficking"
Zayn's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you," he spat, his voice low and menacing. "I may have been a part of it once, but I've spent years making amends, working to take them down from the inside. And I've never been involved in human trafficking, that's a lie."
He took a step closer to Mr. Thompson, his fists clenched. "And as for Moselia, I'm the only one who can protect her from them. You're too deep in their pocket, too compromised. You don't know what's best for her, but I do."
Mr. Thompson's face paled, his eyes darting nervously around the area. "You don't understand, Zayn," he whispered urgently. "They'll stop at nothing to keep their secrets safe. If you think you can protect Moselia, you're delusional."
Zayn's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "I'll take that risk," he growled. "Because I know the truth, Mr. Thompson. And I know you're hiding something. Something big."
"can we not talk about this Mr Thompson, I believe you wouldn't want to be noticed" Zayn smirked and whispered.
Standing erect, he smiled.
"I'll see you soon, also please, don't keep Moselia away from me"
Mr. Thompson's eyes widened, his face pale, as he glanced nervously around the area, ensuring they were not being watched. He nodded hastily, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine, Mr. Zayn. But be warned, you're playing with fire."
Zayn's smile grew wider as he turned to leave, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm not afraid of fire, Mr. Thompson. I'm the one who's been burning the bridges."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Mr. Thompson looking uneasy and concerned. As Zayn disappeared from view, Mr. Thompson couldn't shake off the feeling that he had just made a deal with the devil himself.
Meanwhile, Moselia watched from the window, her heart racing with excitement and curiosity. She had no idea what was going on between her father and Zayn, but she knew she had to find out. And she knew she had to see Zayn again, no matter what her parents said.
After the party she was sent back home, along with their parents.
It was awfully quiet, she was fidgeting with her fingers.
Moselia's mother, seated beside her in the car, noticed her fidgeting and placed a gentle hand on her knee. "Moselia, dear, what's wrong? You've been quiet since we left the party."
Moselia sighed, her eyes fixed on her hands. "I don't know, Mom. I just feel... restless. Like there's something I need to do, but I don't know what it is."
Her father, driving, glanced in the rearview mirror. "Maybe it's just the excitement of the party wearing off, sweetie. You'll settle down once we get home."
But Moselia knew it was more than that. She couldn't shake off the feeling that her life had changed somehow, that Zayn had awakened something within her. She thought about their kiss, the way he made her feel, and her heart skipped a beat.
As they pulled into their driveway, Moselia's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart racing, hoping it was Zayn. And then she saw the text: "I'll see you soon, Moselia. -Z"
"Zayn?" She thought, shocked.
Then she texted. "Zayn? How did you get my number?"
Her phone buzzed again, his response immediate. "I have my ways, Moselia. Besides, I told you, I've been watching you for a long time. I know everything about you."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she read his words, a mix of excitement and unease swirling inside her. She wasn't sure if she should be frightened or thrilled that Zayn had been watching her, but she couldn't deny the connection they shared.
She typed out a response, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. "What do you want from me, Zayn?"
The response came quickly. "I want to see you again, Moselia. Alone. Without your parents' interference. Can I trust you to meet me tomorrow night?"
Moselia's pulse raced as she read the message, her mind racing with possibilities. Should she agree to meet him? Could she trust him? And what did he mean by "without your parents' interference"?
"is anything wrong??" She texted back.
"Everything's wrong, Moselia," Zayn replied. "But with you by my side, I feel like I can finally make things right. Meet me tomorrow night and I'll explain everything. Please, Moselia. I need to see you."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she read his words, a sense of urgency and desperation emanating from them. She felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure of what she was getting herself into, but unable to resist the pull of Zayn's words.
"Where?" she texted back, her fingers trembling slightly.
"The old oak tree in the park at midnight," Zayn responded. "Come alone, Moselia. I'll be waiting."
"mommy, daddy, can I have sleepover tomorrow at Rachel's place, we're preparing for some tests"
I asked them as we got in, hoping they don't question anything.