"so... Moselia tell me more about yourself, I'd like th know what exactly moves you, what exactly entertains you " he asked her as he continued eating, stating at her.
Moselia's eyes met Zayn's, her gaze locking onto his intense stare. She felt a flutter in her chest as she tried to gather her thoughts, unsure of how much to reveal.
"Well," she began, her voice hesitant, "I'm a simple person, really. I love reading, getting lost in stories and adventures. I'm a bit of a movie buff, too. Old classics, rom coms, you name it."
Zayn's eyes sparkled with interest, his expression encouraging her to continue.
"I'm also a bit of a music lover," Moselia added, a smile spreading across her face. "I play the guitar, though I'm a bit rusty now. And I love writing, poetry and short stories mostly."
As she spoke, Moselia felt a sense of ease wash over her, like she was sharing secrets with an old friend. Zayn's attentive gaze made her feel seen, heard, and understood.
"What about you?" she asked, turning the tables on him. "What moves you, Zayn? What entertains you?"
Zayn's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, I'm a man of simple tastes, too," he said, his voice low and husky. "I love a good challenge, a puzzle to solve. Business, strategy, that's what gets my blood pumping."
Moselia's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "And what about outside of business?" she pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Zayn's gaze locked onto hers, his expression softening. "Outside of business," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm just a man who wants to be loved, to love in return."
"wants to be loved and to love in return" she said as if she was tasting it, he looked at her lip.
Zayn's gaze lingered on Moselia's lips, his eyes fixated on the way they moved as she repeated his words. He felt a sudden jolt of desire, his mind racing with the thought of tasting those lips himself.
Moselia, sensing his gaze, looked up, her eyes meeting Zayn's. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw the intensity in his eyes, the raw desire burning within them.
The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension, the silence thick with unspoken words. Moselia's heart pounded in her chest, her lips parting slightly as she felt herself being drawn to Zayn.
Zayn's eyes never left hers, his gaze holding her captive. He felt himself leaning in, his body moving of its own accord, drawn to Moselia's warmth, her light.
The space between them grew smaller, smaller, until...
He kissed her chin and licked his lip, savouring the taste as he closed his eyes.
"The food is tasty like this"
He said to her.
Moselia's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing with excitement. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Zayn's lips brushed against her chin, the gentle touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.
His words, low and husky, made her laugh, a nervous, breathy sound. "You're impossible," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Zayn's eyes opened, his gaze locking onto hers, burning with intensity. "I'm just getting started," he whispered back, his lips curling into a sly smile.
Moselia's pulse quickened, her body leaning in, craving more of his touch. She felt like she was melting into his gaze, drowning in the depths of his eyes.
The room around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment, suspended in a world of their own creation.
Then she flicked his head.
Zayn's eyes widened in surprise as Moselia's fingers flicked against his head, a playful, teasing gesture. He laughed, a low, husky sound, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Hey, what was that for?" he asked, his voice mock offended, his lips curling into a grin.
Moselia smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just keeping you in check," she said, her voice light, playful.
Zayn chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I think I like being kept in check by you," he said, his voice low, husky, his gaze burning with intensity.
The air between them crackled with tension, the playful moment shifting into something more, something deeper. Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she felt herself being drawn into Zayn's gaze, lost in the depths of his eyes.
"eat your food, don't waste the chef's effort" she said and continued eating, her ears red.
Zayn's grin grew wider as he gazed at Moselia's red ears, her attempt to sound stern and authoritative utterly charming. He chuckled, a low, husky sound, and returned to his meal, his eyes never leaving hers.
As they ate, the tension between them remained, a palpable, sparkling energy that neither of them seemed willing to ignore. Moselia's ears remained pink, a testament to her growing feelings for Zayn, while his eyes continued to burn with intensity, his gaze drinking in every detail of her face.
The chef, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, continued to present dish after dish, each one more exquisite than the last. But for Zayn and Moselia, the food was secondary, their focus solely on each other, the connection growing stronger with every passing moment.
"since there's no school on the weekend, what do you have planned?" He asked her.
Moselia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she set her fork down, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Well, I was thinking of exploring the city, maybe visiting some museums or art galleries," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've heard great things about the local art scene here."
Zayn's eyes lit up with interest, his smile growing wider. "That sounds like a great idea," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I'd love to join you, show you around the city. I know some amazing spots that are off the beaten path."
Moselia's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, her mind racing with the prospect of spending the weekend with Zayn. "Really?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her growing excitement.
Zayn nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Really," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'd love to spend the weekend with you, Moselia."
"after work, I'll try to close work earlier, then we can go, but keep your Sunday open,I have plans for us, it's a surprise" he grinned and continued eating.
Moselia's curiosity was piqued, her mind racing with possibilities as she tried to guess what Zayn's surprise could be. She felt a flutter in her chest as she gazed at him, his grin hinting at a secret he was eager to share.
"Okay, I'll keep Sunday open," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto his.
Zayn's grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good," he said, his voice low and husky. "I promise you, it'll be worth it."
The rest of the meal passed in a blur, Moselia's excitement growing with each passing minute. She couldn't wait to see what Zayn had planned, her heart racing with anticipation.
As they finished their meal and the staff began to clear the table, Zayn reached across and took Moselia's hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I'll walk you back to your room, or aren't you tired" he said, his voice low and gentle.
"What of you?"
"I'm going to my study, still have work?" He looked at her wondering what she'll say next.
Moselia's eyes met Zayn's, her gaze softening at his gentle tone. "I'm not tired," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'd like to see your study."
Zayn's eyebrows rose in surprise, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Moselia nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "Yes, really," she said, her voice firm.
Zayn's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Okay, then," he said, standing up and offering Moselia his hand. "Let's go to my study."
As they walked, Moselia couldn't help but wonder what she would find in Zayn's study. Would it be a glimpse into his personality, a reflection of his passions and interests? She felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of discovering more about him.
Zayn led her through the winding corridors, his hand holding hers, until they reached a door hidden behind a tapestry. He pushed it open, revealing a cozy room filled with books and papers, a large desk in the center. Moselia's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing with excitement.
"you can just stay here, play with this" he gave her an iPad.
"I'll be working in the desk, if you need anything, call a butler on the iPad okay, they'll pick" he told her.
Moselia's eyes lit up as she took the iPad, her fingers brushing against Zayn's as she did so. She felt a spark of electricity at the touch, but Zayn seemed oblivious, already turning away to head to his desk.
"Okay, thanks," she said, her voice a little softer than she intended. She watched as Zayn settled into his chair, his focus immediately turning to the papers and documents in front of him.
Moselia wandered over to a plush couch in the corner of the room, sinking into its softness as she began to explore the iPad. She found herself in a digital library, with access to countless books, movies, and games. She couldn't believe the luxury of it all.
As she delved deeper into the iPad's offerings, Moselia couldn't help but sneak glances at Zayn, who was absorbed in his work. She found herself wondering what he was working on, and whether she'd ever get to see that side of him.
The silence between them was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of papers or soft tap on the keyboard. Moselia felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if she'd found a little slice of heaven in Zayn's study.
As the minutes ticked by, Moselia became lost in the pages of a digital book, the words blurring together as her eyelids grew heavy. She felt a sense of safety and tranquility in Zayn's presence, even as he worked intently at his desk.
The soft glow of the lamp beside her, the quiet hum of the computer, and the occasional scratch of Zayn's pen on paper created a soothing melody that lulled her into a state of relaxation.
Without realizing it, Moselia's head began to nod, her chin dipping towards her chest. The iPad slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the couch cushion beside her.
Zayn, sensing a change in the room's atmosphere, looked up from his work. His eyes met Moselia's peaceful face, her lips slightly parted as she drifted off to sleep. A gentle smile spread across his face, and he returned to his work, his movements quieter, as if not to disturb the serenity that had settled over them.
As the hours passed, Moselia slept soundly, her gentle breathing the only sound besides Zayn's occasional scribble on paper or soft tap on the keyboard. The room grew darker, the only light coming from the lamp beside Moselia and the glow of Zayn's computer screen.
Zayn worked tirelessly, his focus never wavering, but his gaze would occasionally drift to Moselia, her peaceful face a calming presence in the midst of his intense work. He found himself smiling softly, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth with her by his side, even as she slept.
The silence between them grew thicker, a palpable sense of connection and understanding that needed no words. Zayn's study, once a place of solitude and focus, had become a sanctuary, a haven where he could be himself, with Moselia's gentle presence a soothing balm to his soul.
As the night wore on, Zayn finally set aside his papers and leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to Moselia's peaceful form. He watched her for a long moment, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions - tenderness, affection, and a deep sense of connection.
Without making a sound, Zayn rose from his chair and crossed the room to Moselia's side. He gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as if she were a precious treasure.
Moselia stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she nestled into Zayn's embrace. She smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I fell asleep."
Zayn's lips curved into a gentle smile. "You did," he whispered back. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to rest here."
Moselia's eyes drifted closed again, her breathing slowing as she snuggled deeper into Zayn's arms. He held her close, his heart beating with a sense of wonder, his soul soaring with the realization that he had found something truly special in this quiet, gentle girl.
As Moselia's breathing slowed, Zayn's grip on her tightened, his arms wrapping around her like a shield. He felt a sense of protectiveness wash over him, a deep desire to keep her safe from harm.
Without thinking, Zayn began to sway gently, rocking Moselia back and forth as if she were a child. The motion was soothing, and Moselia's breathing grew even slower, her body relaxing further into his embrace.
As they swayed, Zayn's thoughts turned inward, his mind racing with the implications of his feelings. He had never felt this way about anyone before - this deep sense of connection, this overwhelming desire to protect and care for.
As Zayn carried Moselia up the stairs, her shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of skin on her hips. His breath hitched, and he felt a surge of attraction, his composure wavering for a moment. He gritted his teeth, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to get her to her room without giving in to his desires.
Moselia, still half asleep, nestled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin. Her gentle trust in him only made Zayn's feelings stronger, his heart swelling with emotion.
He reached her room and pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the space to make sure everything was in order. Satisfied, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, pulling the covers up to her chin.
As he looked down at her, Moselia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Zayn's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Then, without a word, Zayn turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the doorframe, his heart racing, his mind reeling with thoughts of Moselia and the feelings she stirred within him.
By now he felt stone hard.
He couldn't fight it,
Entering his room, he immediately took a cold shower, his hand touched his rock hard dick.
As the cold water cascaded down his body, Zayn's hand instinctively reached for his dick, his mind consumed by thoughts of Moselia. He couldn't help but call out her name, his voice barely above a whisper, as he struggled to release the pent-up desire.
"Moselia... oh, Moselia..." he groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure.
The cold water did little to quench the fire burning within him, but he continued to stand there, hoping to find some semblance of control. His thoughts were a jumbled mix of Moselia's gentle smile, her peaceful sleep in his arms, and the softness of her skin.
As he finally began to calm down, Zayn couldn't shake off the feeling that he was losing himself to his desires. He knew he needed to be careful, to respect Moselia's boundaries, but his heart and body seemed to have other plans.
Stepping out of the shower, Zayn wrapped himself in a towel, his eyes fixed on the door, wondering what the future held for them. He knew one thing for certain - he couldn't stay away from Moselia, no matter how hard he tried.
As he stood there, lost in thought, Zayn's mind wandered to the surprise he had planned for Moselia on Sunday. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face, to witness her joy and excitement. The thought brought a soft smile to his lips, and he felt his heart swell with emotion.
Just then, his phone buzzed on the counter, breaking the spell. Zayn's eyes dropped to the screen, and his smile faltered for a moment as he saw the name flashing on the display. It was his business partner, calling to discuss some urgent matters.
With a sigh, Zayn wrapped the towel tighter around his waist and reached for the phone. As he answered the call, his eyes drifted back to the door, his thoughts still with Moselia, wondering what the future held for them, and hoping that their connection would only continue to grow stronger.