CHAPTER 59
**ZION**
I secretly hoped she wouldn’t call my bluff.
The idea of her dancing and stripping, feeling her body pressed against mine, was incredibly tempting—so much so that it left me aroused. But I knew it wouldn’t end there.
I couldn’t just have her dance naked and rub up against me only to let her walk away afterwards. That would complicate things in ways I wasn’t prepared to handle.
As she looked at me, her expression shifted through a range of emotions, each one revealing more than the last.
First, there was a consideration, a brief flicker of genuine thought as if she was weighing the idea.
Then came the anger, sharp and hot, as she realized the humiliation she’d be walking into. After that, defeat washed over her, the bitter acceptance that no what, there was no real victory for her here.
Her eyes became glassy with sadness, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that left me wondering what was going on inside her head.
But then, something shifted. Her brow softened, and she tilted her chin down slightly, her gaze locking onto mine with a new, unreadable intensity. It wasn’t defiance or fear—something more complicated, something I couldn’t quite place.
Whatever it was, it made my chest tighten, and for a moment, I regretted bringing her this far.
Her brow smoothed out, and she raised her chin, her eyes locking onto mine with a look I knew all too well—defiance.
Fuck.
Was she going to do it?
My pulse quickened as she spun around, her hair whipping over her shoulder.
Before I could react, she bolted to the study door, yanking it open.
"Cops!" she shouted, her voice ringing through the house.
"Cops! Everyone get out! They’re coming in through the back door! Run!d there, frozen, as chaos erupted in my house.
People who were drunk, high, or just plain stupid scrambled to make their escape. Unbelievable. They bought it! Fury surged up my neck, heating my face as I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep my composure while my heart pounded in my ears. She played me.
People scattered out of the house like cockroaches, darting from the kitchen, living room, and front door as if the place was about to burn down. Most of them were underage, so I could understand the panic, but seriously? Not one of those idiots thought to check if there was any real threat.
They just bolted. Within minutes, the house was nearly empty, save for those who were already passed out or hiding upstairs.
My blood surged like liquid fire, the rush almost unbearable but so damn addictive I wanted more.
Something had shifted in her, and now she was challenging me.
Bring it on.
She smirked, clearly savouring her small victory. “Oh, poor ole Zion, didn’t get your way, did you?” she taunted, her voice dripping with false sympathy.
“Guess I won’t need to strip and dance for you after all. How unfortunate.”
She stretched her arms, with exaggerated grace and threw in a melodramatic yawn for good measure.
“Do you hear that?” she asked, pressing her hand to her ear. “The sound of silence,” she giggled, clearly pleased with herself.
“Anyway, now that it's so quiet and peaceful, I’m heading to bed. “Oh, and since some jerk locked my bedroom door and I don't have the key, I’ll just crash in one of the guest rooms. Don’t stay up too late, Zion. Sweet dreams!” She tossed the words over her shoulder with a mocking tone.
She paused and glanced back at me, a defiant glint in her eyes.
“And Zion, don’t even think about cornering me ever again. I’ll give back just as much as I get, and maybe more.” With a challenging wink, she turned and strode up the stairs, leaving me seething and intrigued.
My mouth hung open, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the staircase. The absurdity of what just happened hit me, and I felt a tingling in my throat as laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but smile at the audacity of her words.
That was a challenge, and I was intrigued.
Oh Snowflake, it's on
"Well, she’s something else," Ronald said, stepping up beside me.
"Yeah, man, she outwitted the great Zion," Clark added, laughing.
**WINTER**
*Ten minutes earlier..*
“I like my parties loud, Snowflake. I enjoy the noise and the excitement. So here’s the deal,” he said, his tone dropping to a suggestive murmur.
“What deal?” I asked, clearly sceptical.
“I’ll turn down the music—and hell, I might even end the party early—but only if you entertain me first.”
His intense gaze and low, gravelly voice might have been meant to be alluring, but they came across as intimidating.
“And what disgusting task do you want me to do?” I gestured dramatically as if addressing royalty. Maybe he wanted me to clean his toilets or fold his socks. Either way, he’d be lucky to get anything from me beyond a defiant middle finger.
He grabbed the edge of my shawl, his voice a low command.
“Take this off. All of it. I want you to strip down and give me an erotic dance, maybe even a lap dance.”
My eyes widened in shock, but he continued, his tone unyielding.
“We’re not even yet. You saw me naked, so it’s only fair that I get my turn—with a little extra.”
My eyes widened in disbelief.
“Excuse me?”
I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from him. His gaze, dark and intense, seemed to pierce through me. I was acutely aware of his body, his bare skin, and the unwelcome images of a Stripdance started to flood my mind. I forced myself to remember, I hate him, I hate him.
There was a sly grin on his face as he said,
“There’s a great song on right now. Strip while you dance, and I might turn the music down—hell, I might even call it a night.” The challenge in his voice made my stomach churn.
His lips curled into a smirk, but the cold, hard look in his eyes told me he was bluffing. I could tell he wasn’t going to lower the music, no matter what I did.
My legs trembled, but I forced myself to stand firm, determined not to give in. The thought of stripping and dancing for Zion to get him to put the music on was humiliating. I wasn't that desperate. No, I couldn't let him win like this. My mind raced through possible options, searching for a way to maintain my dignity. I refused to let him make a fool of me. I had to think of a better plan, a way to turn the situation to my advantage without compromising myself.
Think
Think.
Think.
BINGO!
With a defiant lift of my chin, I stared him down, then rushed to the study door and flung it open.
“Cops!” I yelled.
“Cops! Everybody get out! They’re coming in through the back door! Run!”
The Partygoers scrambled in every direction, clearly spreading the word to those outside. The rest of the crowd quickly gathered their weed and drinks before bolting. I couldn’t help but smirk as chaos unfolded.
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