Chapter Twenty Three

Later on, he came outside, this time casually dressed in white crew neck top and a pair of grey sweatpants.

He looked stunning even in that.

"So ... Are you hungry? what do you wanna do? Or eat?" He asked.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she took in Zayn's casual yet stunning appearance. She couldn't help but notice the way the white crew neck top accentuated his broad shoulders and chest, and the way the grey sweatpants hugged his lean legs.

"I...I'm starving," she stuttered, trying to composed herself.

Zayn chuckled and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good, I was thinking we could order some pizza or maybe cook something together?"

Moselia's heart fluttered at the suggestion of cooking together. It sounded so domestic, so intimate. "C-cooking sounds great," she stammered, trying to sound casual.

Zayn grinned and nodded. "Awesome, let's go see what we can find in the kitchen."

As they walked together towards the kitchen, Moselia couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. She was alone with Zayn, in his house, cooking together. It felt like a date, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Zayn felt the same way.

She wanted to ask but decided to hold it in.

No need disturbing especially after that awkward thing that happened in his room...

Moselia pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the present moment, trying to enjoy the casual atmosphere of cooking together. She didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing up awkward questions or referencing the earlier incident in his room.

As they began rummaging through the kitchen, searching for ingredients, Zayn started humming a tune, his voice low and smooth. Moselia found herself relaxing in his presence, feeling more at ease with each passing minute.

"So, what do you say we make some pasta?" Zayn asked, holding up a box of spaghetti.

Moselia nodded, smiling. "Sounds perfect."

As they started cooking, the tension between them dissipated, replaced by a comfortable silence and the occasional laugh. Moselia couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, of being exactly where she was meant to be. But she still couldn't shake off the feeling that Zayn was hiding something, that there was more to him than met the eye.

"uhm..." She wanted to go ask Something else, about him and her father's conversation back then in the garden when she just decided to shut up. Not wanting to disturb him.

Moselia hesitated, her curiosity getting the better of her. She wanted to ask Zayn about the conversation she had overheard between him and her father in the garden, but something held her back. She didn't want to pry or seem nosy, and she definitely didn't want to ruin the comfortable atmosphere they had going on in the kitchen.

"Never mind," she said finally, shaking her head. "It's not important."

Zayn looked up from the stove, where he was expertly sautéing some vegetables. "No, really, what were you going to ask?" he pressed, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Moselia sighed, feeling a bit trapped. She didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to ask her question either. "It's just...I was wondering what you and my father were talking about in the garden that day," she said finally, trying to sound nonchalant.

Zayn's expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh?" he said, his voice neutral. "What makes you think it's any of your business?"

"what?" She was surprised he was talking to her that way but she also wanted to hear what he has to continue saying so she stared at him

And him, he absent mindedly continued...

"...your father and I were discussing some business matters," Zayn said, his eyes drifting off as he stirred the pasta. "Nothing that concerns you, Moselia."

Moselia's eyes narrowed, sensing that Zayn was hiding something. "Business matters?" she repeated, her voice skeptical. "At a garden party?"

Zayn shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "We were just catching up on some things. Don't worry about it, Moselia."

But Moselia's curiosity was piqued. She knew her father and Zayn hadn't been discussing something as mundane as business. She had seen the serious look on their faces, the way they had been whispering to each other. There was something more to it, something Zayn wasn't telling her.

"Zayn, tell me the truth," Moselia pressed, her voice firm. "What were you and my father talking about?"

Zayn's eyes snapped back to hers, his gaze intense. For a moment, Moselia thought she saw a flicker of something there, something that looked almost like...guilt. But then it was gone.

"it's none of your business" he snapped..

And she immediately got shocked, Zayn finally realized that he let his feeling get in the way unconsciously and immediately turned to look at Moselia who was about to cry...

"Moselia -" but she didn't wait to listen and walked out immediately, feeling disappointed and scared of him.

Zayn's eyes widened in regret as he realized his mistake. He hadn't meant to snap at Moselia, but his instinct to protect his secrets had taken over. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out to stop her, but Moselia was already gone, disappearing into the hallway.

"Dammit," Zayn muttered to himself, feeling a pang of guilt and frustration. He knew he had hurt Moselia's feelings, and he couldn't blame her for walking away.

He took a deep breath and followed after her, determined to make things right. "Moselia, wait!" he called out, his voice softer now.

But Moselia didn't stop. She kept walking, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Zayn's heart ached as he realized the depth of her hurt. He had never meant to cause her pain.

As he followed her, Zayn couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he was keeping from her, and how much longer he could keep them hidden.

She ran up the stairs and he followed her...

"Moselia wait"

"Don't follow me Zayn, I want to go home now"

"You're not going anywhere" he said.

"Don't..." He grabbed her immediately and started kissing her aggressively while she struggled against him, hitting his chest but he didn't give up, he wanted her to calm down, when she stopped hitting him, he held her neck and deepened the kiss, pinning her up against the wall.

Moselia's struggles slowly weakened as Zayn's kiss consumed her. She felt a rush of emotions: anger, fear, and a spark of desire. She tried to push him away, but Zayn's grip was too strong. His lips moved fiercely against hers, demanding surrender.

As she stopped fighting, Zayn's kiss softened, becoming more passionate and intimate. He held her neck, his thumb stroking her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Moselia's resistance crumbled, and she found herself responding to his kiss, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth.

Zayn's grip on her neck tightened, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Moselia felt trapped, pinned against the wall, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her veins. She was lost in the sensation, her heart racing with excitement and fear.

As they broke apart for air, Zayn's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze holding hers captive. Moselia's lips felt swollen, her pulse pounding in her ears.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"I shouldn't have snapped like that, at you, it's just... Don't ask anything right now... I promise you I'll tell you when the time is right, okay"

"Now let's go eat before it gets cold, I prepare it for you, you know?" He smirked that his signature smirk.

Moselia's eyes narrowed, still wary from the intense kiss and the lingering emotions. She looked at Zayn, searching for answers, but his expression was guarded. She wanted to press him for more, but his apology and promise to reveal the truth later stayed her questions.

"Fine," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wait."

Zayn's smirk grew wider as he offered his arm, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good girl," he said, leading her back downstairs to the kitchen.

Moselia couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: frustration, curiosity, and a hint of excitement. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the pull of Zayn's charm and mystery.

As they sat down to eat, Moselia tried to focus on the food, but her eyes kept drifting back to Zayn, wondering what secrets he hid behind his captivating smile.

After the food and some funny talks, Moselia couldn't stop yawning and Zayn noticed, so he immediately scooped her into his arms and walked upstairs...

But it seemed what Zayn had in mind, which was sleep, wasn't exactly what the tired Moselia was thinking...

As Zayn carried Moselia upstairs, she nestled her head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort and security. But as he laid her down on the bed, she didn't snuggle under the blankets like he expected. Instead, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her.

Zayn's eyes sparkled with surprise as Moselia's lips brushed against his ear. "I'm not sleepy," she whispered, her voice husky.

Zayn's heart skipped a beat.

He felt a rush of desire, but hesitated, unsure if he should give in to his own desires. But Moselia's gentle nips on his earlobe and her soft sighs made him realize it was exhaustion.

He deepened the kiss, his hands trying to be a gentleman, rekindling the passion they had shared earlier. As they lost themselves in the moment, Zayn knew he was crossing a line, but he couldn't resist the temptation of Moselia's lips and the spark in her eyes.

"you, little tease, need to sleep, you have school tomorrow, and need to rest"

He immediately laid down beside her and hugged her waist, drawing her closer to his body as he exhaled deeply, feeling relaxed.

"This feels good" he said.

Zayn's gentle hug and soothing voice calmed her down. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"Yeah, it does feel good," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As they lay there, Moselia felt her eyelids growing heavy, her body relaxing into Zayn's.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Zayn," she murmured, her voice drifting off to sleep.

Zayn smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and protectiveness. He held her close, watching her drift off to sleep, and whispered back, "Anytime, little one. Sleep tight."

As Moselia's breathing slowed, Zayn gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin. He felt a surge of tenderness and affection, his heart swelling with emotions he couldn't quite define.

He closed his eyes, holding her close, and let the warmth of the moment wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging.

But he wasn't at all comfortable...

Her scent disturbed his senses and her little movements made him aroused..

He clenched his fists and smiled pitifully.

"Well I have to endure it, it's my cross" he muttered.

That was when she turned around and crossed her hand and leg over his body, using his chest as pillow support and he exhaled and growled deeply.

Zayn's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Moselia's peaceful face as she snuggled deeper into his chest. He gritted his teeth, his body rigid with tension, as he struggled to maintain control.

"Damn it," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as he felt his resolve crumbling under her innocent touch.

Moselia's gentle snores and soft breaths on his skin only added to his torment, making his heart race and his senses reel. He felt like he was drowning in her presence, unable to escape the tidal wave of emotions and desires she unleashed within him.

Zayn's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her, to hold her closer and never let her go. He knew he had to maintain his distance, for her sake as well as his own, but it was getting harder by the minute.

As Moselia shifted again, her leg brushing against his, Zayn's growl deepened, his body trembling with restraint. He was torn between his desire to protect her and his own desires, which threatened to consume him whole.

He immediately held her and gently peeled her off from his body, going into the cold shower, he splashed it over his body, exhaling.

His hand touched his hard cock and he exhaled immediately, grunting, remembering the kiss between him and Moselia and he began to stroke.

As the cold water cascaded down his body, Zayn's eyes closed, and he let out a deep sigh. He tried to shake off the thoughts of Moselia's warmth, her scent, and her gentle touch, but they lingered, taunting him.

His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, wrapped around his arousal, and he began to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate. Memories of their kiss flooded his mind, and he could almost taste her lips again.

Zayn's breathing quickened, his heart racing with excitement, as he imagined Moselia's hands on him, her lips tracing his skin. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his body tensing with anticipation.

But just as he was about to succumb to his desires, Zayn's eyes snapped open, and he froze, his hand still wrapped around himself. He couldn't do this, not now, not with Moselia just a room away, trusting him to keep her safe.

With a growl of frustration, Zayn turned off the shower and stepped out, his body still humming with unfulfilled desire. He knew he had to find a way to control his emotions, to protect Moselia from his own darkness. But as he looked down at his still aroused body, he wondered if he was already too far gone.

"Fuck" he punched the wall.

"This definitely won't be a peaceful night" he smiled.

Zayn's fist left a dent in the wall as he struggled to release the pent-up tension. He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

As he stood there, he couldn't help but smile wryly to himself. He had always been in control, always been the one to call the shots. But Moselia had slipped under his defenses, and now he was paying the price.

"This definitely won't be a peaceful night," he muttered to himself, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and amusement.

He knew he had to find a way to distract himself, to keep his mind off Moselia and his own desires. But as he looked around the bathroom, he knew it wouldn't be easy. Every surface seemed to remind him of her, every scent and every sound echoing with memories of their time together.

With a sigh, Zayn pushed off the wall and began to dry himself off, his eyes fixed on the door, wondering what the rest of the night had in store for him.

After that he went downstairs, he would only be torturing himself but staying one more minute in that room with Moselia.

Around 6pm, he came back to the room and woke Moselia.

"Hey princess, it's time to go home"

"Zayn.." her early morning face was so adorable and cute, he couldn't resist kissing her forehead.

"You.. you didn't sleep here?" She noticed.

He smiled. "If I had slept there one more minute, trust me princess,. you wouldn't even be able to move about this morning"

His smirk said it all.

Moselia's eyes widened as she processed Zayn's words, her face flushing with a mix of surprise and curiosity. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, still trying to shake off the sleep.

"Zayn, what do you mean?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep.

Zayn chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Let's just say, princess, that I'm trying to be a gentleman. But it's getting harder by the minute."

Moselia's cheeks flushed deeper as she realized what Zayn was implying. She looked away, trying to hide her smile.

"Come on, we should get going," Zayn said, offering his hand to help her up. "Your parents will be worried."

Moselia took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as their palms touched. She stood up, still looking away, trying to compose herself.

"Thanks, Zayn," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Anytime, princess."