Chapter 56: In Her Arms
Zylan was shocked by what Naomi was doing. Was she actually French-kissing him? He hadn’t expected that. The softness of her lips, the way her tongue brushed against his again, urging him to respond—it caught him off guard. For a moment, he froze, completely taken aback by the suddenness of it all.
But then, as her kiss deepened and the warmth of her touch spread across him, his surprise faded, replaced by something more primal. Without hesitation, he kissed her back, matching her newfound intensity with his own. The kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as though they were both seeking something they hadn’t realized they were missing.
Naomi, too, was taken aback by the surge of emotions rushing through her. She had only meant to mimic what he usually did to her, to follow his lead. But she hadn’t anticipated the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. This kiss was different—more maddening, more consuming than the first. Her stomach churned, her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed as butterflies erupted in her belly. A thrilling chill of desire rippled down her spine, leaving her breathless.
Her small hands, almost instinctively, moved to his neck. She ran her fingers along his skin, tracing its contours as if trying to memorize him. The feeling of his pulse beneath her fingertips made her heart skip a beat. Zylan groaned softly at her touch, the sound vibrating against her lips. His hands, in turn, slid under her dress, finding their way beneath her top, his touch both firm and possessive.
Just as the moment grew even more intoxicating, the shrill ring of the doorbell shattered the spell.
Zylan’s eyes darkened, a flicker of displeasure flashing in them. Naomi didn’t notice, still caught in the whirlwind of the kiss. But when the doorbell rang again, Startled, she pulled away abruptly, as though caught red-handed stealing candy on Halloween. Her wide eyes darted to the door, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath a little shallow as she struggled to compose herself.
Zylan cursed inwardly. He rose from the sofa with a stiff expression, his frustration clear but controlled. He walked toward the door with deliberate steps. When he opened it, his actions were swift, and the lady standing outside flinched at his sudden movement. The air seemed to grow colder, charged with his presence. His icy gaze bore into her, and she could feel the tension in the space between them. She trembled, unsure if she was more afraid of the man in front of her or the harshness of his gaze.
The coldness in his eyes told her everything she needed to know—she had interrupted something important. Regret began to creep into her thoughts, and she silently wondered why she had agreed to be the one to deliver this message. Though it was her job, the weight of Zylan’s disapproval felt heavier than she had anticipated.
"M-Mr. Zylan," she stammered, trying to steady her voice despite the tremble in it. "We just wanted to inform you that we will be arriving in about an hour."
Zylan gave her a curt nod, his disapproving gaze unwavering. Without a word, he quietly shut the door behind him, the sound of it closing finally, almost dismissive. The woman stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot, her heart pounding. The chill of Zylan’s presence still lingered in the air as she shivered, wondering if this might very well be her last day on the job.
Inside, Naomi had overheard the exchange. Slowly, she stood, her heart sinking as the reality of the situation hit her. Their destination was only an hour away now. Though things between her and Zylan hadn’t gone as she’d initially hoped, she couldn’t shake the bittersweet feeling of missing him already.