Chapter Twenty Seven

The next morning, Zayn went to work and Moselia was home alone bored.

Moselia woke up to an empty house, the silence deafening. She stretched out in bed, feeling a pang of loneliness. Zayn had left for work early, leaving her to her own devices.

She got out of bed and began to wander around the house, searching for something to do. But everything seemed dull and uninteresting without Zayn by her side.

She ended up in the living room, flopping down on the couch with a sigh. Her eyes landed on the iPad Zayn had given her the night before, still lying on the coffee table.

On a whim, Moselia picked it up and started browsing through the digital library. She stumbled upon a book that caught her eye, a romance novel with a beautiful cover.

As she began to read, Moselia became lost in the story, the characters and their love affair captivating her. She couldn't help but draw parallels between the story and her own situation with Zayn.

The hours passed quickly, and before she knew it, the sun was high in the sky. Moselia realized she was hungry and decided to make herself some lunch.

As she entered the kitchen, she noticed a note on the counter. It was from Zayn, telling her to make herself at home, and that he would see her later.

Moselia smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. She knew she would see him soon, and that thought made the rest of the day bearable.

She decided to make packaged lunch for him too, and go to his company to give it to him.

After packaging it, she went to his room and opened his wardrobe, she saw a black t-shirt of his that has tie rope at the neck to the cheat area and was pretty long for a t-shirt dress, she took it.

Took a shower and wore it, tying her hair in a messy bun and wore a thigh knee boots, then she wore dark sunglass and took the lunch box and left.

When she entered everyone was surprised seeing her, although they couldn't recognize that it was Moselia Thompson.

Zayn instantly recognize her, and of course the shock on his face.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes took in her outfit, smelling just like him, and he couldn't help but Inhaled.

Especially as his cloth fitted her.

"I brought you packed lunch, figured you might be hungry"

He smiled, "people are staring"

Before she could say anything, he lifted her up into his arm in bridal style and carried her into the president elevator leaving the workers gasping.

As the elevator doors closed behind them, Moselia couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic entrance they had just made. Zayn's eyes sparkled with amusement, his face still in shock from seeing her in his shirt, smelling like him.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky, as he gazed at her.

Moselia nodded, her eyes shining with mischief. "Maybe a little," she admitted.

Zayn chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "You're a surprise package, Moselia Thompson," he said, his voice filled with affection.

As the elevator stopped on the top floor, Zayn carried her into his office, shutting the door behind them. He set her down on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I have to say, I'm impressed," he said, his voice sincere. "I didn't know you had a bold streak in you."

Moselia smiled, feeling a sense of liberation. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Zayn," she said, her voice teasing.

Zayn's eyes flashed with interest, his face leaning in closer to hers. "I'm looking forward to finding out," he whispered.

The moment the door closed, he started kissing her.

His hands trying to reach her everywhere.

Moselia's lips parted, welcoming Zayn's kiss as his hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour. She felt a rush of excitement, her heart racing with anticipation.

As they kissed, Zayn's hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, now her dress, and caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Moselia's arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the passion of the moment. Zayn's kisses grew more urgent, his hands more insistent, and Moselia felt herself surrendering to his touch.

Suddenly, Zayn broke away, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with desire. "I've wanted to do that all morning," he whispered, his voice husky.

Moselia smiled, her lips swollen from his kisses. "I've wanted you to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zayn's eyes flashed with heat, and he pulled her back into his arms, their lips meeting in a fierce, passionate kiss.

"Zayn, don't let go"

Moselia wanted more and Zayn couldn't deny he wanted it too.

"I won't," Zayn whispered, his lips still locked on hers. "I won't ever let go."

As they kissed, Zayn's hands drifted down to Moselia's hips, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her skin. Moselia moaned softly, her body arching into his touch.

Zayn's mouth trailed down her neck, his lips leaving a fiery path on her skin. Moselia's head fell back, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Zayn, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Zayn's hands roamed under the shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He lifted her up, carrying her to the couch, his lips never leaving hers.

As they sank into the cushions, Zayn's body covered hers, his weight pressing down on her. Moselia felt like she was drowning in his touch, her senses overwhelmed by the passion between them.

"I want you, Moselia," Zayn whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want all of you."

His hand went up to her panties, trailing soft touches on it.

He lowered his head to plant soft kisses on her stomach going further down.

Moselia's eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat as Zayn's lips continued their gentle exploration of her skin. His touch was like a slow burning fire, igniting a passion within her that she couldn't contain.

She felt his hands roam over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. His fingers were like feathers, light and teasing, yet sending shivers down her spine.

Zayn's kisses trailed down her stomach, his lips whispering against her skin. Moselia's body arched upwards, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their passion. Time stood still as they explored each other's bodies, their love growing with every touch, every kiss.

In that moment, Moselia knew she was his, completely and utterly. And Zayn knew he would never let her go.

He gave her a forehead kiss and then a lip kiss before resting his head on hers as they exhaled.

Zayn arranged the dress on her body back.

"I don't wanna lose myself here because of you" he grinned, looking at her.

Moselia smiled, her eyes shining with happiness, as Zayn's forehead kiss, followed by the gentle lip kiss, left her feeling tender and cherished. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he rested his head on hers, their exhalations mingling together.

As Zayn adjusted the dress, Moselia's heart swelled with affection. She loved the way he cared for her, even in the midst of passion.

"I don't want you to lose yourself either," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I want you to find yourself in me."

Zayn's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze burning with intensity. "I think I already have," he said, his voice low and husky.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Zayn's words wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She knew in that moment, she was exactly where she was meant to be – in Zayn's arms, surrounded by his love.

As Moselia sat up, Zayn handed her the lunch box, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think we got a bit sidetracked from the original plan," he said, his voice teasing.

Moselia laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Just a bit," she replied, opening the lunch box to reveal the carefully prepared meal inside.

Zayn's eyes widened in surprise. "You made my favorite," he said, his voice filled with delight.

Moselia smiled, pleased with herself. "I figured it would be a nice surprise," she said, handing him a sandwich.

As they ate together, Moselia couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. This was what she had been missing – moments like these, shared with someone who truly cared for her.

Zayn seemed to sense her thoughts, his eyes locking onto hers with a deep understanding. "I'm glad you're here, Moselia," he said, his voice sincere.

Moselia's heart swelled with emotion. "I'm glad too, Zayn," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The door opened and his secretary came in.

"President Zayn, the meeting will begin in 5 minutes"

Zayn nodded, his eyes still locked on Moselia's. "Thank you, Rachel. I'll be right there," he said, his voice professional, but his gaze still warm with intimacy.

Moselia smiled, feeling a sense of pride knowing that this powerful man, who was now her lover, was hers. She gathered her things, and Zayn stood up, helping her to her feet.

"I'll walk you out," he said, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the door.

"I don't want to go home, I'll wait for you, you can go have your meeting, I'm staying here"

Zayn's eyes lit up with surprise, and then a warm smile spread across his face. "You want to wait for me?" he asked, his voice filled with delight.

Moselia nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Yes, I'm not leaving. I'll wait for you to finish your meeting."

Zayn's face softened, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'll make it quick, I promise. And then... we can continue where we left off."

Moselia's cheeks flushed, but she smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

Zayn nodded to Rachel, who was still standing in the doorway, looking discreetly away. "Rachel, please show Moselia to the lounge area. She'll be waiting for me there."

Rachel nodded, and Moselia followed her to a luxurious lounge area, filled with plush couches and a stunning view of the city.

As she settled in, Moselia couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, knowing that she was waiting for Zayn, and that he would be coming back to her soon.

The feeling of belonging wrapped around her like a warm embrace, filling her with a sense of comfort and security. She felt like she had finally found her place, and that place was with Zayn.

As she gazed out the window, taking in the breathtaking view, Moselia's thoughts drifted back to the moments they had shared earlier. The way Zayn's eyes had locked onto hers, the way his touch had set her skin ablaze, and the way his lips had whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

A soft smile played on her lips as she remembered the way he had looked at her, with a mix of passion and adoration. She felt seen, she felt heard, and she felt loved.

The sound of her phone buzzing broke the spell, but Moselia didn't move, lost in the thoughts of Zayn and their budding relationship. She knew that she would wait for him, no matter how long it took, because she knew that their connection was worth it.

"I think it's fine to give it to him, I think I'm falling even in love with him" she whispered.

She noticed the phone buzzing and looked at it.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she saw Zayn's name flashing on the screen. She smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Speak of the devil," she whispered to herself.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should answer it or let it go to voicemail. But her curiosity got the better of her. She swiped right, answering the call.

"Hey," Zayn's deep voice resonated through the speaker, sending shivers down her spine.

"Hey," Moselia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you too," Zayn said, his tone low and husky. "I couldn't concentrate in the meeting. All I could think about was you, and us, and what's happening between us."

Moselia's cheeks flushed, feeling a warmth spread through her body. "I know exactly what you mean," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Zayn chuckled, the sound sending tingles down her spine. "I'll be right there," he said. "I want to see you, hold you, and kiss you."

Moselia's heart raced with anticipation. "I want that too," she replied, her voice barely audible.

The line went dead, and Moselia was left standing there, her heart pounding with excitement, waiting for Zayn to arrive.

As she was relaxing, she felt a presence behind her.

I'd didn't take her anything to know it was Zayn.

The moment she turned he started kissing her again, undeniably not withholding anything.

"Zayn, I.. you... We're... Stop someone will see us" Moselia whispered.

Zayn's lips didn't budge, his kisses growing more intense, more passionate. "I don't care," he whispered back, his breath hot against her skin. "I need you, Moselia. I need to feel you, taste you, hold you."

Moselia's protests were muffled by his lips, her words lost in the fervor of their kiss. She felt herself melting into his embrace, her body surrendering to the desire that had been building between them.

Just as suddenly as he had started, Zayn broke away, his chest heaving with exertion. "Come with me," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "I need to be alone with you."

Without waiting for her response, Zayn took Moselia's hand, pulling her towards the door. They stumbled out into the hallway, their lips crashing together again as they made their way to a private room.

The door closed behind them, and Moselia knew she was in trouble. She was falling deeply in love with Zayn, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to escape.

"change of plans, we're going somewhere" he picked his phone and made calls.

"We're going somewhere " he smiled.

Moselia's curiosity was piqued as Zayn's smile grew wider. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Zayn just chuckled and shook his head. "You'll see. It's a surprise."

He finished his calls and turned to her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, let's go."

Moselia's heart raced as she followed Zayn out of the building and into a waiting car. They sped through the city, the scenery blurring together as they left the hustle and bustle behind.

As they drove, Zayn's hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle caress.

The car drove to the airport.

"The airport?"

He nodded, "I want to take you somewhere"

He held her hand, and they boarded his private jet.

"An island? Woah" she marvelled.

As the jet soared into the sky, Moselia's eyes widened in wonder. "An island? Which one?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Zayn smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A private one," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "Somewhere only a few people have ever set foot."

Moselia's mind raced with possibilities as the jet flew over the ocean, the turquoise waters stretching out below them. She couldn't believe the adventure she was on, and she couldn't wait to see what lay ahead.

As they flew, Zayn told her stories of his travels, of the incredible places he had been and the things he had seen. Moselia listened, entranced, feeling like she was living vicariously through him.

Finally, the jet began its descent, and Moselia caught her first glimpse of the island. It was breathtakingly beautiful, with crystal clear waters, powdery white sand, and lush green forests.

"Welcome to our own private paradise," Zayn said, his voice filled with emotion.

As they stepped off the jet and onto the island, Moselia felt like she was walking into a dream. The warm sand beneath her feet, the cool breeze in her hair, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore all combined to create a sense of perfect tranquility.

And there was sharks in the water too.