Typing a message, Demi quickly sent it and looked up, only to realize she had accidentally walked into a dimly lit parking lot instead of the main building gate. Her heart raced as she opened her camera to check her appearance, and through the lens, she spotted Seth walking towards the exit. "Is he heading to the supermarket?" she wondered, a mix of curiosity and urgency bubbling inside her. She needed to buy something for herself, so she hurried after him despite the high heels, her pulse quickening with each step.
But as she reached the gate, Seth's voice sliced through the air, thick with disdain and impatience. "Why are you here?! Didn't I say don't come near my apartment?!"
Demi's heart sank, her brows furrowed in confusion. She hesitated, torn between approaching him or retreating. Clenching her fist tightly, she almost turned away, ready to abandon the idea of eavesdropping altogether. But just then, another man's voice broke through the tension, smooth yet laced with urgency.
"Where is Ama? I need to talk with her."
Who is he? The name sent a jolt through Demi, her curiosity piqued as she took a cautious step closer, wanting to catch every word.
"It's Ama–ya for you. Don't even think about acting like you're close to her." Seth gritted his teeth, taking a menacing step forward, his gaze icy and filled with fury. "Seth, just call Amaya. I need to tell her something really important." The man's voice was earnest, devoid of anger or frustration, but urgency laced his words. Yet, Seth's resentment was unmistakable. Demi tightened her grip on her phone, leaning in slightly to get a better look at the man.
"Share your so-called important news, and then I'll decide if it's worth Ama's time," At Seth's words, the man clenched his fist and stepped closer, his eyes now burning with anger. "Remember our deal, Seth. You're here because of me." Seth mirrored his movement, closing the distance until they were just inches apart, leaning in slightly, eyebrows raised in a challenge. "Do you think I care? Go ahead, expel us—I'm not letting Ama see you or momma ever again." He straightened, his glare unwavering, voice laced with genuine concern and a thinly veiled threat. "You better don't let them cross paths again, Mr. Roy Wilson."
Just as Seth turned to walk away, Roy sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you supposed to be a future businessman? Is this how you honour your commitments?" He stepped in front of Seth, hands casually tucked in his pockets, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips as the air crackled with tension.
"You and your friends promised that if I wrote you a recommendation letter to L.R. University, you'd help Maria and Amaya's relationship. Now I'm left wondering how long Sid Enterprises will survive under your leadership." Demi narrowed her eyes, confusion etched on her face. With Seth's mom being the biggest tycoon, why was he seeking help from anyone else?
"How I run Sid Enterprises is none of your concern," Seth shot back, his voice low and dangerous, mirroring Roy's intensity. He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing. "Commitment? Please, I'm ready to break bones for Ama, and you're talking about some mere commitment? Tell momma, she was the one who side cast Ama long ago. Spare her the pain of knowing she wasn't only abandoned but was replaced way before she could think."
*Ding*
Seth and Roy turned their heads sharply, their eyes landing on Demi, who was hiding behind the wall, her eyes wide with fear and her heart pounding in her chest. Seth glared at her, anger radiating from his body as he grabbed her hand and yanked her inside the building with furious force. Roy stood frozen, watching the back of Demi and Seth, his fists clenched tightly, his mind racing as he wondered if Amaya was inside that very building or somewhere far away.
"How much did you hear?" Seth demanded, his voice laced with fury. Demi shrank back against the wall, her hands trembling as she gulped nervously. "E-everything…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Seth's jaw tightened, and in a fit of rage, he slammed his fist into the wall beside her, making her flinch and tremble in fear. "Don't even think of uttering a single word to anyone!" he growled through gritted teeth before storming off, leaving Demi shivering in the wake of his anger, her heart racing with terror.
*Click*
As Zeya swung open the door to Amaya's bedroom, she was greeted by the sight of Amaya, a towel wrapped around her, water dripping from her hair. "Oh, fantastic! Just what you need after a fever—a nice, refreshing bath! Why not throw in a swim while you're at it?" Zeya remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she crossed her arms, her irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. Amaya flashed a sheepish smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What can I say? My body was practically begging for a spa day after all that sleeping and sweating for a week."
Zeya rolled her eyes, the gesture exaggerated as she turned to leave, but Amaya, quick on her feet, pulled Zeya behind and closed the door, then pinned her against the wall. "Leaving already? Why? It hasn't been even one minute!" Amaya blinked her eyes, innocent and slightly wider. Zeya let out a heavy sigh, her voice tinged with fatigue. "What do you expect me to do then? Since you don't care about yourself or anyone else's concern, then it's better I leave then waste both of our time."
Just as Zeya attempted to slip past, Amaya leaned in closer, resting her head against Zeya's neck, her playful demeanor fading. "Alright, I'm sorry. I promise to listen to you—just don't leave me," she murmured, hugging Zeya tightly.
Sitting in the chair, folding her legs like a little kid, Amaya beamed with joy, her gaze sparkling as she watched Zeya diligently drying her hair. "Ama, stay still!" Zeya scolded, her fingers ruffling through Amaya's hair while holding the hair dryer on the other hand. Amaya dramatically pouted, her gaze dropping to the floor, feigning disappointment.
After a few moments, Zeya finally finished drying her hair and caught a glimpse of Amaya's adorable, sad puppy face in the reflection. "Oh no, don't give me that look!" Zeya exclaimed, her heart melting. "Fine, I'm sorry! I just didn't want you to get burned by the hair dryer."
Amaya's pout quickly transformed into a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as if they held a secret only Zeya could uncover. "You really care, don't you?" she teased, her voice light yet laced with an undercurrent of sincerity, leaning her head back with a playful grin that lit up her face. "How can I not care when it's you," Zeya whispered, her breath warm against Amaya's skin, her hair cascading down like a curtain, framing their intimate moment.
As Amaya raised her hand, her fingers brushed softly against Zeya's cheek, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver down Zeya's spine. Amaya's gaze was soft and mesmerizing, as if she were searching for something deeper in Zeya's eyes. "Sweetheart," she called, her voice thick with emotion, lost in the beauty of the moment. "Hmm…" Zeya hummed, leaning even closer, the scent of Amaya's floral perfume enveloping her senses as she caressed Amaya's cheeks, a tender smile playing on her lips.
"If someday I make a grave mistake, will you too, leave me?" Amaya asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in her gaze revealing a heart heavy with fear. Zeya felt her heart ache at the sight of that wistful look, a silent plea hanging in the air between them. "Never," Zeya declared, her voice steady and fierce, "I would choose to embrace the darkness over a life that doesn't have you in it." Their eyes locked, one shimmering with uncertainty while the other burned with unwavering resolve.
"What if," Amaya murmured, her fingers delicately tracing the soft curve of Zeya's neck, each gentle touch sending waves of warmth through her, "you find someone better than me? Someone who shines brighter?" Zeya captured Amaya's fingers on her own, kissing them with a tenderness that spoke volumes, a promise sealed with the softness of her lips. She pressed a gentle kiss to Amaya's forehead, then helped her sit straight, inviting her to gaze into the mirror of their reflections.
"Did you see?" Zeya asked, her hands wrapping around Amaya's neck, her voice a soothing melody in the charged silence. Amaya shook her head, confusion dancing in her eyes as she searched for understanding in their mirrored image. Zeya chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection as she gazed at the reflection of Amaya. "My one and only universe, Amaya Sapphirus." Zeya confessed, her voice low and earnest. Amaya's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she stared at their reflection.
Zeya leaned in closer, her breath warm against Amaya's skin, creating an electric tension that crackled between them. "Ama, If I say, I want to feel every part of you, will it be wrong?" she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation that sent shivers down Amaya's spine. Amaya's heart raced as she pulled Zeya into her lap.
"Every moment without you is starting to feel like an eternity," Amaya confessed, her fingers sliding inside Zeya's waist, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. The world around them faded, leaving only the intoxicating scent of Amaya and the warmth radiating from her body. "Sweetheart, I'm getting addicted to you," she continued, her voice thick with emotion, as she captured Zeya's lips in a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of longing and desire.
As their lips moved in perfect harmony, Amaya's hands explored Zeya's back, pulling her even closer, deepening their connection. "Promise me," Amaya breathed between kisses, her eyes locked onto Zeya's, "that you'll never let go of this. Of us." Zeya nodded, her heart swelling with love and commitment, "I promise, Ama. It's either you or death." The gravity of their promises hung heavy in the air, intertwining their fates with an intimacy that went far beyond the physical.