Chapter 18 - Addict With His Kiss

- Daisy's POV -

Twice these lips were touched by him. Again without permission. Stupid me ... I returned the kiss. As if to allow it, even though I don't want my lips to be touched by him at all.

The longer the more intense. Especially in the dark at night. Slowly I called his name. I groaned, I knew something like that would get a guy excited, but that's not what I meant. I mean, stop kissing me, Zen!

Zen removed his lips from mine slowly. He buried his forehead in mine for a moment. Our breaths are catching up. I'm not hypocritical that I do feel just as passionate as he does. Kissed by a handsome guy, admit it or not that he is my future husband, still, the passion is there.

He started the car without saying anything to me. It's really quiet. Finally, I was sleepy enough during the silence that occurred, I decided to just sleep.

***

The thing I felt when I woke up as I was shocked. My body is in Zen's room, on his bed. Sure I fell asleep last night, but I think Zen will wake me up when I get here, but it does not seem like that. Because now, here I am without him by my side. Where's Zen?

I left Zen's room, I looked around the apartment, I didn't see his presence. But I saw a handwritten letter on the dining table.

-Sorry I didn't wake you last night. You look so tired and sleepy. I have prepared breakfast. I came home late, so later please cook something, OK.-

I looked at the breakfast that Zen prepared. Toast with ham, cheese slices, lettuce, and scrambled eggs along with white milk are available there. Indeed, this is all Zen can prepare. I mean, when it comes to instant food, he's really good at this. Therefore in the refrigerator, there are more instant ingredients.

I chewed the bread. Tasted it thinking it wasn't too bad for a Zen cook this.

After that I was bored. The apartment door was definitely locked by him, so I couldn't go anywhere. Then I decided to watch a movie that Zen always prepared for me when I was bored.

Suddenly I remembered last night's kiss. I reflexively touched my lips with my hand. Unlucky! It's because I'm watching a movie where the kiss scene is.

"You feel addicted?" The voice of someone I know very well startled me as I still touched my lips. I turned my head back to see Zen standing in his suit and his hands in his trouser pockets.

You know what? Zen is really handsome.

I immediately lowered my hand quickly. I turned my body to face the screen playing the movie. My heart is definitely beating faster than usual. I even blinked my eyes repeatedly while adjusting the rhythm of my breathing.

I heard footsteps approaching and sure enough. He is currently sitting next to me who is still petrified staring at the screen.

"Are you starting to love me?" Zen asked approaching.

I walk away and Zen follows me. Until I was really cornered.

"Zen, I-I thought you came home late. I-I haven't ..."

"Sshhh ..." he put one index finger on my lips. Silence me which I'm sure he knows I mean distract.

Zen then distanced himself and sat down like a normal person. I glanced at him holding his smile and staring at the television screen that was playing a movie.

"My work finished early. I'm the Boss anyway, so I wanted to go home and see a movie with you," he informed me.

"How did you know I was watching?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just guessing."

After that, there was no more talking. We, I mean I ... finally decided to enjoy the unfinished film with him. Like it or not, then I stopped myself just because of his presence.

"I want to ask," I said before asking when the film was over and only showed the names of the characters and everything.

"Hmm?"

"Who was that guy from yesterday?" I even asked without feeling shy. Without being afraid if Zen gets angry. I'm just learning to be brave. Because there's no way I'm always afraid of him when he's angry, right? Especially if it wasn't my fault.

Zen was silent. His gaze was forward and his jaw clenched. I'm just waiting for him to answer. At least one sentence, no problem.

"My Dad's stepchild," he answers shortly.

Now I'm silent. I really didn't think that Gerald had stepchild other than Zen. Because it's true that I often meet only Zen and Neva. And now I just realized it.

"Oh, sorry about that," I said.

"You apologize as if you were talking about the dead," he said with a slight laugh. "But well, it doesn't matter ... for me Devan is dead," he continued.

I swallow my saliva hard. What's the problem with them that Zen hates him so much? It's impossible, right, because Gerald is married to Devan's mother? Something beyond that there must be something going on.

"That's all I can tell you. Get ready. No need to cook, I was planning to take you out to eat and take a walk. As a substitute for yesterday," he said as he winked at me.

I melted! For God's sake! I am like ice that melts after being exposed to heat. That blink of an eye literally left me speechless like magic.

Cups!

A short peck landed on my lips as I fell silent. I reflexively moved. I looked at Zen-like a completely innocent person. And yet again he winked at me and sauntered into his room.

There's a part of me that I don't like being kissed or kissed without my permission. It felt very disrespectful. But a part of me also likes the way Zen treats me that way. I don't know ... am I really starting to love him?

Out of the apartment, we met with Dera. We stopped and I looked at Zen who looked at Dera with a sigh. I got a little jealous.

"I'll wait in the car," I said before leaving.

"No. You stay here," Zen said looking at me. His domineering gaze made me feel a little triumphant because he wanted me by his side.

"What's wrong, Dera?" Zen asked him.

"I ... I was asked by the manager to ask for your signature, Sir," she stuttered a little.

Zen looked at his watch. I think he's checking office hours. "Next time, if you are asked to do so when I'm not there, you can just wait the next day." Zen grabbed the document and skimmed it over and signed it.

"OK, Sir. Thank you. I'm sorry," she said.

I noticed the way Dera walked away from us. She does seem to like Zen, but why doesn't Zen like her? Though I think the criteria is like Dera. Well, actually I remember the early days of Zen bringing ladies of the night into the apartment and making love to some of them. I suddenly became nauseous after remembering that.

"Daisy ... what's wrong?" Zen asked.

"Hah?" I was shocked.

"You're sweating. Are you sick?"

I shook my head. "No. It's just ... it feels so hot," I said looking for an excuse.

"Don't worry. I'm only yours, Daisy," he said, sounding so sexy in my ear with his mischievous smile. As if he knew what I was just thinking. Good grief!