Chapter Twenty Five

The air between them was electric, the tension palpable. Moselia knew she had to say something, to break the spell, but her voice caught in her throat.

Zayn's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something. And then, in a whisper, he spoke, "Moselia, I think we're in trouble."

"Wh.. what happened? Is it work?? What happened?" She looked confused and worried, looking so cute in Zayn's eyes.

Zayn's face softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "No, no, it's not work," he reassured her, his voice gentle. "It's just... us. This." He gestured to the space between them, his hand still on her neck.

Moselia's confusion deepened, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn's smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think we've crossed a line, Moselia. A line we can't uncross." He paused, his gaze intense. "I think we've caught feelings."

Moselia's eyes widened, her face flushing with color. She looked adorable, like a rabbit caught in headlights. Zayn's heart skipped a beat as he realized he was head over heels for her.

He watches her immediately moved over...

Her hands on her cheek as she refused to stare at him, probably from embarrassment.

I couldn't help but smile even if I was uncomfortable from the throbbing pain between my legs.

It was unusual, I immediately felt so hard when she touched my face.

The movie had ended.

Zayn's eyes never left Moselia's face as she moved away, her hands covering her cheeks in a adorable display of embarrassment. He couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and husky, as he realized the effect she had on him.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to alleviate the sudden tension in his body. It was unexpected, this intense physical reaction to her touch. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, and it caught him off guard.

As the reality of the situation set in, Zayn knew he had to make a move. He couldn't just sit there, frozen in time, with Moselia looking like she wanted to melt into the floor.

He took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on her, and reached out, gently pulling her hands away from her face. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can't ignore this, Moselia. Whatever this is, it's real."

"let's go, the movie is done"

I held her hand and led he rout ignoring the discomfort.

Moselia nodded, still looking a bit flustered, and allowed Zayn to lead her out of the cinema. As they walked, Zayn couldn't help but notice the way her hand fit perfectly in his, the spark of electricity that ran through his body at her touch.

He ignored the discomfort, focusing on the feeling of Moselia by his side. They walked in silence, the only sound being the soft rustling of their clothes and the distant hum of the city.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Moselia looked up at him, her eyes searching. Zayn smiled, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that things had changed between them, that they had crossed a threshold.

"Where are we going now?" Moselia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn's smile grew wider. "Somewhere private," he replied, his eyes locked on hers. "Somewhere we can talk about what just happened."

She was confused but nevertheless followed him..

As they walked, Moselia's confusion turned to curiosity. Where was Zayn taking her? And what did he mean by "somewhere private"? She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

Zayn led her to a quiet, secluded spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with twinkling lights stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Moselia gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "This is beautiful," she whispered.

Zayn smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice low and husky.

He turned to face her, his eyes locked on hers. Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she realized they were alone, with no distractions. Just the two of them, suspended in time.

"What did you want to talk about?" Moselia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn's smile grew wider. "Us," he replied, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to talk about us."

Moselia's eyes fluttered closed as Zayn's lips claimed hers, his kiss sending waves of desire crashing through her body. She felt like she was drowning in his embrace, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

As he deepened the kiss, Moselia's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing like a wild animal. She tried to keep up with his pace, but soon found herself gasping for air, her lips burning with a sweet fire.

When Zayn finally broke away, Moselia collapsed against him, her body trembling with desire. She felt like she was melting into his arms, her limbs weak and pliable.

Zayn's smile was tender as he cradled her in his arms, his fingers stroking her hair with a gentle reverence. His lips brushed against her forehead, sending shivers down her spine.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

Moselia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. She saw the desire burning in his eyes, the tenderness in his touch. And she knew, in that moment, she was lost. Completely and utterly lost in the depths of his love.

"Zayn? Are we going home now?" She looked up at him.

Zayn's eyes softened, his gaze filled with affection. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to stay here with you, like this, for a little while longer."

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Moselia felt safe, protected, and loved in his arms.

"Just a little while longer," he repeated, his lips brushing against her forehead.

Moselia nodded, her eyes closing as she snuggled deeper into his embrace. She felt like she was home, like she had found her haven in Zayn's arms.

The time was 9pm when they got back in the car, Moselia was wearing his suit jacket because of the weather.

As they settled into the car, Moselia wrapped Zayn's suit jacket tighter around her, feeling the warmth and scent of him envelop her. The jacket was oversized on her, but she didn't care - it made her feel close to him, like she was wrapped in his arms even when they were apart.

Zayn smiled as the driver started the car and drove, his eyes flicking to her. "You look good in my jacket," he said, his voice low and husky.

Moselia blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thanks," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they drove through the quiet streets, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine, Moselia felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was exactly where she wanted to be - with Zayn, wrapped in his jacket, surrounded by the warmth and safety of his presence.

The clock on the dashboard read 9:07 PM, but Moselia didn't notice. Time seemed to stand still when she was with Zayn, like the world had slowed down to savor the moment.

When they got home, Zayn opened the car door for her, she found out it's his house.

As if sensing her confusion, he smiled.

"I told your friend's mom, you'll be living with me for now" he stated and smiled, looking at her for her reaction...

Moselia's eyes widened in surprise as she stepped out of the car, her mind racing with questions. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why?!"

Zayn's smile grew wider as he closed the car door behind her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Because, my dear, I want to take care of you. And I can't do that if you're living somewhere else."

Moselia's face flushed with a mix of emotions - shock, confusion, and a hint of excitement. She hadn't expected this, hadn't seen it coming. But as she looked into Zayn's eyes, she saw the sincerity there, the genuine concern for her well-being.

"But...but what about my friend?" she stammered, trying to process this sudden change.

Zayn's expression softened, his voice gentle.

Moselia nodded slowly, her mind still reeling from the sudden turn of events. But as she looked at Zayn, she knew she could trust him.

"don't worry I'll return you back I promise, I just want to spend more time with you" he carressed her hair fondly before going in.

She looked at his back and followed,

She saw the bodyguards and also a chef too, all male workers.

It seemed like they were on break the last time I came, she thought.

As Moselia followed Zayn into the house, she couldn't help but notice the subtle details that revealed the true nature of his lifestyle. The bodyguards, the chef, the immaculate decor - it all screamed luxury and sophistication.

She felt a little out of place, like a small-town girl in a billionaire's mansion. But Zayn's gentle touch and reassuring smile made her feel at ease, like she belonged there with him.

As they entered the living room, Moselia noticed the chef busy in the kitchen, preparing what looked like a romantic dinner for two. The aroma of fine cuisine wafted through the air, making her stomach growl with anticipation.

Zayn caught her eye and smiled, as if reading her thoughts. "I thought we could have a quiet dinner together," he said, his voice low and intimate.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she nodded, feeling like she was trapped in a fairytale. Who was this man, and why was he treating her like a princess? But as she looked into his eyes, she knew she didn't care - she was just happy to be there with him.

"follow me sweetheart" I heard Zayn and I smiled at the name he called me.

He led me to another room, it was close to his, we entered and I noticed it has been furnished more than before.

"This will be your room sweetheart" he spoke to me quietly, looking at me directly.

Moselia's heart fluttered as she gazed around the beautifully furnished room, her eyes widening in surprise. "My room?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Yes, yours. I wanted you to have a place that feels like home, where you can relax and be yourself."

Moselia's gaze drifted back to his, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the sincerity in his eyes. No one had ever done something so thoughtful for her before.

"Thank you, Zayn," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "This means a lot to me."

Zayn's smile grew wider as he took a step closer to her. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. I want you to feel comfortable here, to feel like you belong."

As he spoke, Moselia felt a sense of belonging wash over her, like she had finally found a place where she could be herself. And it was all because of Zayn, this kind and gentle man who seemed to see right through to her soul.

There was even clothes in the walk in wardrobe, I smiled.

"Thank you"

"Take a shower and come down alright, the bathroom is to your taste too" he smirked and left.

Moselia couldn't help but laugh at Zayn's smirk as he left the room. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning, excitement bubbling up inside her as she explored the walk-in wardrobe. The clothes were all her size, and her style - it was like Zayn had known her for years, not just a few days.

She shook her head, still grinning, and made her way to the bathroom. And oh, the bathroom... it was like a spa. The marble countertops, the huge shower with multiple jets, the separate tub for soaking... Moselia felt like she was in heaven.

She took her time in the shower, letting the warm water wash away her worries and stress. When she finally emerged, feeling relaxed and rejuvenated, she slipped into one of the comfortable looking dresses from the wardrobe.

As she made her way downstairs, she could hear the sound of sizzling food and soft music coming from the dining room. Her stomach growled in anticipation - she was starving!

Zayn was in the kitchen, setting the table too, waiting for Moselia to come down.

Wearing a white t-shirt, and black sweatpants, I rolled the sleeves up.

I heard footsteps down the stairs and looked, the cutlery falling from my hands.

Moselia was wearing only a white t-shirt that suspended down her tighs, her hair was a little damp and she looked refreshed.

Zayn's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Moselia descending the stairs, her beauty leaving him breathless. The white t-shirt hugged her curves in all the right places, and her damp hair framed her face like a halo. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his heart racing with desire.

The cutlery clattered to the floor as he dropped it, his hands feeling suddenly clumsy. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Moselia, his gaze drinking in the sight of her.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Moselia smiled, seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on him. "Hey," she said, her voice husky and confident.

Zayn's voice caught in his throat as he tried to speak, his mouth dry. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "Hey," he replied, his voice low and rough.

Moselia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she walked towards him, her hips swaying subtly. Zayn's eyes followed her every move, his body tense with desire. He knew he was in trouble - he was falling for her, hard.

He noticed the workers looking at her too with amazement and he glared at them.

"You're fired if you look at her" he said his voice low and threatening.

The workers quickly averted their eyes, their faces pale as they scurried back to their tasks. Zayn's glare lingered, making sure they understood the warning. He turned back to Moselia, his expression softening as he took in her amused smile.

"Sorry about that," he said, his voice low and husky. "I don't want anyone looking at you like that."

Moselia's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Possessive, are we?" she teased, her voice playful.

Zayn's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "You have no idea," he growled, his voice sending shivers down Moselia's spine.

The air between them crackled with tension as Zayn's gaze burned with intensity. Moselia's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her veins.

"let's eat I'm starving" she said and he drew a seat for her, making sure she's comfortable before sitting too.

Zayn's hands lingered on the back of Moselia's chair, his fingers brushing against her skin as he ensured she was comfortable. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

As he sat down across from her, Moselia couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. The candlelight danced across his face, highlighting his chiseled features and making him look even more handsome.

The chef, seemingly sensing the tension between them, discreetly presented the first course, a delicate soup that filled the air with its savory aroma. Moselia took a sip, closing her eyes in appreciation of the flavors.

Zayn watched her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her enjoying the meal. He felt a sense of satisfaction knowing he could provide for her, take care of her. The thought sent a warmth spreading through his chest.