A Beautiful Misunderstanding

She quickly picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around herself. Her face was tomato red. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Zac's eyes lit up almost immediately, looking like a kid whose Christmas present got in early. In the blink of an eye, he stood in front of her. She was so scared that she completely forgot to run away. Essie bowed her head and stepped back, wanting nothing more than to keep a safe distance from him.

However, every time she stepped back, he took another step forward. They continued doing this till he had her backed up in a corner.

"What– what are you doing?" she stuttered out, clutching her bath towel.

Zac's strong arms blocked her from going left and right, locking her beneath him. He leaned in so close that she could almost hear his heart beating in his chest. "Did you do that on purpose?" he whispered, his breath fanning across her nose. His voice was hoarse and raspy as if he had just gone days without a cup of water. She inhaled sharply.

"Nonsense. Why would I do that to you?" she said hotly, but she still couldn't help but shrink under his lustful gaze. He raised his hand and let his fingers brush against her face like a light feather.

She should've just turned, ducked, and ran, but she didn't.

Her stillness gave him another dose of confidence as he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Soon enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled him closer to her. Essie froze under his grip, not knowing how to react.

In fact, she was so surprised that she couldn't even move.

toy as his tongue prodded inside her mouth. She groaned slightly, which aroused him

if time had frozen around

fragrance that he found himself leaning against her even more. A few seconds had passed, and he finally,

not even noticing the tenderness in his smoldering gaze. Essie gasped in surprise. She felt as if she had just been force fed some alcohol given how much of a daze she was in. Finally snapping out of it, she gritted her teeth and slapped him right on the cheek.

face had the imprints of

first person who had the guts

snarled. Without another word, he lifted her

sit back up, but his rough hands grabbed her towel and

behind her to cover up her body. "If you touch me,

wife. No one

Shit!

up from the slap she had just given him, she decided to ask for mercy. Essie closed her eyes, readying herself for the beating. Tears slid down her cheeks, wetting the cushion below

face. All of a sudden, his anger was gone. Instead, it was replaced with tenderness and

a deep breath

footsteps, she tightened her grip on the pillow and raised her head, as if