Free Web NovelChapter 110: His Place
"Hang tight," he called her out over the torrenting downpour which had him drenched. Skyla had hidden her face in his chest to avoid being thwarted by the rain, her handbag clutched closer to her bosom as one of her hands snaked around his thick neck.
His virile fragrance and the warmth of his chest were driving her insane. As much as it was awkward, she wanted to stay like this forever. Nuzzled away in his warm flesh.
It was for the good that no paparazzi was following them in such weather or they would have gotten some juicy pictures and gossip mongers would have a plethora of gossip.
Zyair trudged along carrying the girl of his desires, she was so light. He could practically count her bones. The masked man promised himself he would pay more attention to her diet.
He tried to walk as fast as he could, to get her out of the rain but deep inside his heart he wanted to crawl at a snail’s pace. Just to keep her in his arms for longer. But the weather was turning cold and she could catch a cold.
The darkness that had engulfed him earlier and threatened to drag him to the deepest pits of despair, had completely dissipated now that she was in his arms.
Skyla was shaking from nervousness. What if someone saw them? It could turn into such a huge scandal.
Finally, they arrived at his apartment. Zyair took the steps up to his door and disheartenedly placed Skyla down. Placing a hand on her back, he steadied her so she could find her footing.
"You alright?" he inquired, picking up a drenched lock of her hair from her forehead he placed it behind her ear. She nodded, keeping her eyes on their wet shoes. Her handbag and his coat still plastered to her upper body.
Skyla’s drumming heart wouldn’t slow down as she lifted her eyes and took a peek while the water flowed from her drenched hair down to her face.
Zyair was fumbling in his pockets for keys. His hair was all matted and damp, the water droplets trickled from the edges of his hair. The expensive white shirt was drenched and clung to him like a transparent second skin, giving her a full view of every corded muscle of his torso.
The last she remembered he had an athletic body, tall and lean but over the years his muscles had filled out more. The thick bands of them coated his whole body now, strong and appealing. Mouthwatering to be precise.
His hand was still reassuringly resting on the small of her back as he opened the wooden door with a glass panel and stepped on the doormat, letting it soak the water dripping off him.
Zyair was drenched from head to toe as he guided her inside.
"Come and welcome to my humble abode." He gestured with his other hand as Skyla dried herself off on the blue mat too before stepping inside.
Her eyes wavered to imbue herself with the place, his place. The first thing she noticed was how immaculately clean it was, like sparkling clean. The minimal furniture but of excellent quality told her of his exquisite taste. The shades were mostly black and silver but the walls were painted white. freewebnøvel.coɱ
The small living room had a black leather sectional sofa of a very modernised design, a fireplace, a black and white rug and the largest flatscreen TV she had ever seen.
It extended into an open kitchen and two rooms. The place screamed of him, it had a vibe to it which she could only associate with this man standing beside her. It was all very masculine, just like he was.
"Sorry, it’s not much. I don’t come here very often after my father’s passing. I couldn’t let my mother be alone. So I have been staying with her but a cleaner comes every other day to keep it proper. Or when I have a boy’s night with Lawrence." He had this tender look in his eyes as he glanced around his apartment.
"It’s nice, your place. I like it." Skyla was still awkwardly standing not trying to drip water all over. She had begun to shiver. Zyair turned to face her.
"Thanks, you are drenched and can catch a cold. That’s the guest room, you can change there, I will give you an extra pair of clothes." He pointed with his slim finger while his eyes inspected her from head to toe. The pants of her pant-suit were clinging to her legs. frёewebnoѵēl.com
"Oh! Ok," Skyla took tentative steps towards the room, opening the door she entered and closed it behind her.
She fumbled for the switch and turned on the lights, flooding the room with it. Like the living room, it seemed pristine and smelled clean too. The bed was covered in royal blue sheets and there was a small coffee table and armchairs in the corner. Skyla placed the bag on the table and then proceeded to take off his wet coat. It had kept her upper body from getting wet but her legs and shoes were soaked.
She kicked them off too and placed them on the mat in front of the bathroom. She was wondering what to do with the coat when she heard the soft knock on the door.
Going ahead she opened it and found Zyair standing there with some clothes.
"I am sorry I don’t have any lady’s clothes, you will have to do with these for now. Once you change, bring them to me and I will put them in the washing machine," he apologetically told her and extended what seemed like a black warm shirt and loose trousers with string.
"Oh! Thanks," she blushed and accepted them with an awkward smile.
"I will take that," he plucked his wet coat from her hands and said, "Come outside once you change and I will fix something to eat."
She bobbed her head and gently closed the door and locked it. Taking his clothes she went inside the luxurious bathroom and hung them. They smelled fresh just like he did.
Carefully removing the pin she placed it on the sink counter. Stripping down, Skyla got rid of her wet pantsuit. Thankfully her undergarments were dry and she could wear them again.
No way she wanted to parade herself in front of him with her tits peeking out of his shirt. She had been embarrassed enough for one day, she didn’t want any more of it.
Taking a refreshing hot shower Skyla dried herself up and changed into the clothes he had given her. Both of them were oversized and her thin frame hid in them, the shoulders of the shirt sagged and she adjusted them so her bra strap wouldn’t show.
The shirt fell to her knees and the trousers were too long. She bunched it up a bit since Zyair was a staggering 6 ’5 while she was below 6.
His rich scent had been imbued in the very fabric of his clothes and it blanketed her in its comfort.
She then slowly dried her slightly curly hair before brushing them and letting them fall on her back. She would let them dry.
Taking a deep breath she picked up her wet clothes and exited the bathroom and then her room. She entered the living room.
The delicious smell of pasta hit her and her eyes flickered in the direction of the small kitchen. Zyair was filling it with his domineering presence.
She stood there and watched him for a while. He had his back to her, his coal-shaded hair were still damp. An apron was tied around his shapely waist as he was busy stirring the pot.
The skin-tight grey high neck he had changed into showed the bulging muscles of his biceps. They flexed with every movement of his arms. Even his back rippled under the fabric and her mouth watered and not only for food.
’Bad Skyla,’ she chided herself and shook her head to remove the inappropriate images her head was conjuring.
Letting go of a frustrated sigh she finally made her way towards him.
