Shirley cleared her throat. Zacharias wasnât old; he was just much older than her.
âWell, you are older than me,â Shirley said diplomatically, leading Zacharias to grunt. âSo, you do think Iâm old.â
Shirley looked up at the man under the light. He was in the prime of his life, and men like him only became more charming with age.
âNo, no, youâre not old,â Shirley argued. It wonât do you any good if he gets seriously irritated. Just go along with him, Shirley!
Of course, Zacharias caught the insincerity in her reply, and his mood soured by the second. At that, he got up and said, âCome upstairs with me.â
Shirley checked her wristwatch. It was already half past ten. âYou go ahead and rest, sir. Iâll go to my room in another moment.â
Zacharias went upstairs, and Shirley breathed a sigh of relief. She stayed downstairs for a few more minutes to make sure he had gone upstairs before deciding to return to her room to rest.
and sexy. She pushed open the door and was about to turn on the light when, in the dimly lit room, a tall figure pressed against her. Her red lips were covered by the manâs large palm.
Shirleyâs beautiful eyes widened slightly, and in the next moment, the man released his hand over her lips, and his lips took possession of hers with a sense of punishment.
In the dim light, the manâs strong and tall body exuded a powerful and enveloping aura. The air was filled with his masculine pheromones, and tension hung in the air like an intricate web that enveloped Shirley. It was full of temptation, making her want to escape, yet she willingly stayed trapped in this web, enjoying the manâs deep affection.
Her jacket fell to the ground, and her arm had somehow climbed onto the manâs shoulder. The back of her neck was held by the manâs large hand. The feeling of being completely controlled made her go soft all over.
Despite knowing it was forbidden, she couldnât break free.
âZachariasâ¦â she called out the manâs name, breathless. The man let out a low chuckle, his forehead touching hers, and his hot breath scattered on her face. âDo you like it?â he asked.
Shirley turned her face away as if resisting him, but deep inside, she couldnât answer whether she liked it or not. Most likely, she did, or else she wouldnât have stopped struggling and allowed him to kiss her for so long.
âGet out of my room,â she said hoarsely, her voice filled with frustration.
âCan I sleep here tonight?â the man asked, taking advantage of the situation. Shirley almost instinctively refused, âNo!â
Zacharias grinned at that and said, âAlright, goodnight.â He then cupped her face and planted a kiss on her forehead. The affectionate kiss left Shirley rooted to the spot until the man opened the door and left.
A trace of warmth seemingly still lingered in the air. Shirley bit her red lips, pushed her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear, and picked up her jacket from the floor. She shook it out and then walked over to her wardrobe.
After hanging up her jacket, she entered the bathroom, turned on the light, and under the soft glow, she saw a version of herself that was sensual and enchanting. Her cheeks had a rosy tint, her eyes had a seductive sparkle, and she exuded a charming aura.
Shirley bit her lips, becoming even more enticing as if this version of her only appeared after being intimate with Zacharias. But heâs so clearly exasperating! He schemes against me constantly! Ugh!
That night, Shirley lay in bed, her mind replaying the events that had unfolded behind the door. The memory of the manâs kiss was imprinted in her mind like a shadow, causing her whole body to feel as if it were on fire, burning with desire.
The next morning, Shirley received a text from Imogen, letting her know that she had returned. At that, she went downstairs and told Zacharias, âIâm making a trip to the dorm. Imogenâs back.â
âSure, give her my regards.â Zacharias nodded. Shirley nodded back and walked outside, taking a leisurely stroll to Imogenâs dormitory.