Free Web NovelChapter 107: His Embrace
(This Chapter is dedicated to @Riemc, thank you for all the gifts and support.)
No amount of preparation could have prepared her for this moment. The moment her boss would turn out to be the man she had a one-night stand with. The man she couldn’t forget even after nine years. The man she gave up her innocence to and didn’t regret it.
"What do you think, Skyla?" He asked hoarsely, his body reeling with the desire to capture her slightly parted lips in his and kiss her senseless.
To let this control just wither away for once, to sate that insatiable ravenous fire in his heart that was engulfing him every second he stayed away from her.
"Wasn’t it you who cared about his consent when no one else in this damn world did? Weren’t you the one who transferred him 10 million $ so he could escape that hell and make a life of his own?"
Skyla’s mouth gaped from the shock his words had brought. He knew it was her.
"How—how can you be sure it was me? It could have been anyone else," she choked out, her eyes not wavering from his as tears freely swam in them.
"Skyla, I might be many things. Stupid, is not one of them. You liberated me nine years ago and I am going to do the same for you now. The Calix from your dreams is here."
The realisation hit her like a brick turning her legs into jelly. She gasped and crumbled under the weight of his words but he caught her in his steady arms, cacooning her in a solace that was his embrace.
Damning the consequences, he hugged her shaking frame, plastering it to his needy steady one. But his insides had liquefied from the relief that coursed through his nerves, his veins and every inch of his skin down to the bones.
"Skyla!" Her name was torn from his mouth in a longing whisper.
She clutched the front of his crisp shirt, crinkling it in her hand as her other arm went around his shapely waist. Burying her head in his chest, she bawled her eyes out.
He just held her there, letting her cry, lament and unburden her heart. No words escaped her just the deeply buried emotions which he had stirred with his truths and his actions.
The emotions she had held caged for the past nine years flew out in her loud sobs, deep cries and streams of tears. Her throat had tightened and her nose relentlessly ached, turning red.
"Why? W–why didn’t you tell me?" She whimpered in his hard chest. Her tears had soaked his shirt and he could feel them against his burning skin. Her precious tears, which seemed to be drilling a hole in his heart, they not only hurt him but he would go to any length to stop them.
His index finger rested under her chin and he slightly lifted it, her eyelids raised and she peeked at him with tear-brimmed eyes. The raw pain reflected for him to witness.
"I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I knew you would be at ease not knowing who the man under the mask is." His thumb made gentle strokes on her bruised cheek, wiping away her tears. His own heart somersaulted with a resounding ache.
Suddenly she remembered that he didn’t like being touched so she tried to squirm away from his hold although her body craved this tenderness he was showing her. But his hold only tightened, Zyair was not ready to let her go.
"Please! Don’t move away. Let me hold you for a little while longer, Skyla. I won’t do anything else," he desperately asked.
"But...I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You don’t like being touched and now I can imagine why." Skyla didn’t know his full story but she very clearly remembered the burn marks on his body. The boy she had met nine years ago was like an empty shell.
"Believe me when I say this, you are the only woman I want to touch. You can never disgust me, instead, I crave you like a lifeline."
The small streams of currents flowed through her body and pierced her soul.
How could he want someone broken like her?
Without thinking she pressed her cheek into the hand that was resting under her chin and closed her eyes before brokenly saying.
"I am married. We shouldn’t be doing this..."
The willpower to shuffle away from him had hit a zero. Her body refused to budge no matter how much she tried.
"Not for long, I am going to help you get your father’s company back and then you are going to divorce him. I won’t stop until I bring him on the road."
The ferocity in his words had her opening her eyes and she remembered her scum of a husband. The panic descended in her eyes, knowing she had to return home. Zyair comprehended it, he could read her as an open book now.
Her fears, her joy.
That slight twinkle in her eyes.
The coy smiles. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Shy gazes.
Awkward flipping of her hair.
He understood all of her gestures.
"You are not going to his house today, you are coming home with me. I have so much to ask you and you are going to tell me everything."
The panic turned into terror as she tried to take a step back from him again. He held on, steadying her.
"Skyla, don’t be frightened. The state I had reduced him to today. Well– just say he won’t be going home for many days. And you and I have a lot of catching up to do. No way in hell I am letting you go tonight."
The thunder flashed outside, lighting up his determined eyes. As the strong patter of rain sounded against the glass window grew.
"W–what did you do?" She asked in horror, still clinging to him and his heat. Zyair answered without a tinge of remorse, in fact, he brimmed with pride.
"I beat the shit out of him for hitting you and I will do it again if he even dares glance at you wrong."
Her hand moved to her agape mouth and she watched him in utter disbelief. This man beat up Doran Blackthorn just because of her?
He picked up the single errant strand of her fiery lock, which had stumbled to her cheek and elegantly placed it behind her ear.
"The time I was standing at the lines and was only watching, giving you time to open up and share what you go through has passed. The lines I had drawn with you have vanished. Now, I want the truth. Every truth related to him, every instance he made you suffer, every blow he inflicted on your precious body. I need to know it all. And tonight you will tell me."
The authority in his words was nothing like Doran used; while his was always derogatory, Zyair’s reflected possessiveness.
Skyla was fixed in her position, not knowing what to do. Seeing her reluctance Zyair leaned closer and whispered in her ear.
"Come willingly Skyla or I might end up kissing you senseless against this glass window. Don’t blame me after because I won’t take responsibility."
