Chapter 297 I miss you
On the big, soft bed dressed in crisp white linens, Zachary loomed over Winona, firmly securing her shoulders, the mattress molding around her. Cradling the back of her head, he pressed his lips against hers with intensity. Winona's head tilted back, succumbing to his fervent kisses, emitting soft moans intermittently.
The room was dark, but they could still see each other's faces. Winona's eyes, half-shut, held a misty sheen, appearing dazed and unfocused, a faint redness adorning their edges, as if she'd been thoroughly captivated.
The air in the room turned scorching hot, and Winona's fingers curled involuntarily as if they were being burned.
Zachary's gaze lingered on her lightly flushed complexion, radiating heat from every pore, a sensation engulfing her from within.
Winona's fingers landed on his neck, brushing against his Adam's apple as it moved up and down.
Driven by urgency, Zachary's kisses intensified, his firm grasp locking Winona's hand against the pristine sheets.
His deep, husky voice sounded by her ear, "Winona."
The next second, Winona's legs hooked around his waist,, but he rolled off her immediately.
A strong sense of weightlessness hit.
Zachary opened his eyes.
Above him was a white ceiling, beneath him a dark-colored blanket. The room was unlit, with only a sliver of light seeping through the curtains. No Winona, and none of those steamy scenes. He was now lying in the master bedroom of Regal Oaks.
He had been dreaming.
The dream was so perfect that upon waking, he felt an extreme emptiness, both physically and mentally.
Zachary's handsome brows furrowed tightly. He turned on the bedside lamp and threw off the blanket, before heading to the balcony for a smoke.
As soon as he moved, he noticed something was off. Looking down, he couldn't help but sneer. "Three years of marriage and you never performed this well. Now that she's not around, you're all eager."
Five minutes later, Zachary went to the bathroom. Cranking the faucet to its coldest setting, he let the icy water cascade over his body, offering a semblance of relief.
In the dimly lit space, he chose not to switch on the light. As the frosted glass door closed behind him, shutting out even the faint glimpses of light filtering through the curtains, the room was enveloped in velvety darkness. The only sounds that filled the air were the steady cascade of water and Zachary's own heavy breaths.
Leaning his tall frame against the cool tiles, water droplets trickled down from his head, dampening his hair before sliding down his forehead. Tilting his head back slightly, his neck arched gracefully, his Adam's apple rising and falling prominently, in sync with his irregular breaths.
Then a subtle shiver coursed through his body, and a deep, sensuous sigh escaped his lips, lingering in the humid air, adding to the charged atmosphere of the room.
Zachary lowered his head, opened his eyes, and took a while to fully wake from the lingering sensation. He turned off the shower, wiped his face with his hand, and skillfully found the towel on the rack.
Coming out of the bathroom, his eyes were still red, and his breath was unsteady. He picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed Winona's number.
This was a new phone he had Dylan buy for him, with a new SIM card, and only Winona's number saved in it.
Winona, half-asleep, heard the phone ringing. She fumbled blindly on the bedside table until she found the phone, answering it without checking the caller ID. "Who is it?" Her drawn-out voice was weak, filled with sleepiness.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. Just as Winona was about to drift off to sleep again, she heard a soft call, "Winona."
It was Zachary's voice.
Winona instantly woke up. She brought the phone from her ear to her eyes. The number was a string of digits, indicating she hadn't sleepwalked and taken him off the blacklist. She checked the time. It was 3:50 AM.
"Zachary, do you know what time it is?"
She had to work tomorrow and had to put in extra hours at the Watson Group in the evening. Although the exterior design draft had been submitted and the construction had started, the interior design plans were not yet complete.
Zachary's husky voice was especially sexy in the quiet night, even more so than those late-night radio hosts who attract listeners with their voices. He said, "I miss you."
His voice was soft, with a lingering end note.
Winona was silent. Such an unguarded, straightforward confession caught her off guard, but what truly unsettled her was the peculiar shift in his tone. In that moment, her thoughts seemed to dissipate into nothingness.
As if in disbelief, Winona asked blankly, "What are you doing?"
Zachary's voice carried a hint of amusement. "What are you thinking?"
Despite her racing thoughts, Winona struggled to comprehend that Zachary would engage in such behavior. She tried to dismiss her own suggestive thoughts, attributing them to her imagination running wild.
But before she could reflect on herself, Zachary spoke again, "Whatever you're thinking, that's what I'm doing."
"Zachary, are you a pervert?" Winona was so angry she couldn't help but curse, "Serves you right if you're impotent, hope you stay that way forever."
Low laughter came through the receiver, sounding right by her ear. Even though nothing was happening and he wasn't even in front of her, Winona couldn't help but feel her ears heat up.
"Winona, I didn't say anything, and you're already cursing me. So, what exactly were you imagining?"
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