I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

When Samarra finished her bath, she was unable to leave the bathroom. To calm herself, she paced back and forth inside the toilet.

Gosh! Stop thinking, Samarra, she scolded herself angrily.

She wiped her face with irritation before looking in the mirror.

Go! Samarra, you can do this; she boosted her spirits before leaving.

When Samarra saw Zachary’s handsome face, she quickly retreated to the door from which she had just emerged.

She exclaimed, “Oh my,” as she sighed, her heart pounding.

“I was going to knock you; I thought you were sleeping inside,” Zachary said as he continued to enter the bathroom.

Samarra retreated inside with each step of Zachary until she leaned against the glass shower wall.

“You seem terrified.”

Samarra closes her eyes as Zachary runs his finger from her cheek to her neck.

Samarra sighed and met Zachary’s gaze, and she could see his simple swallow as his gaze passed from head to toe. Zachary’s squeeze made her wince.

When Samarra noticed Zachary lifting the hem of his t-shirt and undressing carelessly in front of her, she asked in a panic. Suddenly, she was blindfolded.

Gosh! Is this round two? What if something terrible happens to them? They divorced after she became pregnant. Gosh! She will be a single mother. Samarra shook her head in anticipation of what was happening.

When Zachary touched Samarra’s shoulder, she was startled and dilated. She could see the radiance and was full of mischief when they hit their eyes.

“Relax, Ara, and I won’t eat you,” Zachary said, shaking his head. When his hand dropped to her waist from her shoulder, Samarra was swallowed up.

“W-what are you doing-” When Zachary tightened her bathrobe, Samarra couldn’t finish what she was about to say.

“So, what if someone else walks in? Your body, Ara, is mine. I won’t give up what is mine. Do you get what I’m saying?”

Samarra blinked as she stared at Zachary. She couldn’t understand what he was saying; she only heard what he said last.

“Ara, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Samarra nodded and rubbed her chest, concerned that Zachary would hear her heart racing faster and faster.

Zachary sighed and looked up, attempting to relax before returning his gaze to Samarra. He swallowed as he looked at Samarra’s gentle face, noticing how beautiful Samarra was becoming.

“Please excuse me.”

When Zachary heard Samarra speak, he seemed to snap out of his daydream.

When Samarra noticed Zachary slightly sidestepping to give her way, she became confused and moved away from the bathroom; even though Samarra hadn’t gone far, she was stunned and closed her eyes when she slipped. Samarra has already prepared herself. She lands on the bathroom tiles.

“Are you okay?”

Samarra opened her eyes and swallowed when she noticed Zachary’s face was almost a fiber distance away, his hand wrapped around her waist.

“Y-yeah,” Samarra replied weakly, averting her face so she and Zachary wouldn’t kiss.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

Samarra tapped Zachary on the shoulder when she noticed no one was blinking and everyone was staring at him.

“Oh, sh*t!”

When Zachary hurriedly opened the shower and landed there, Samarra followed her gaze.

“Get the hell out!”

What? Is she referring to coming out? Samarra couldn’t move her foot because she appeared to have been stabbed to the ground.

She swallowed as she stared at the exposed ass when Zachary removed his shorts and boxer.

Shit!

“Ara, leave or else?” Zachary spoke without looking her in the eyes. Maybe Zachary figured she didn’t move.

“Wait,” Samarra said as she rushed out of the bathroom, almost in a hurry. She heard Zachary’s sarcastic laugh before she could finally get out, and maybe he saw she was slippery in a hurry.

When Samarra used the shutter, she did not lean against the door. She rubbed her chest while still trying to catch her breath. She leaned over for a few moments after Samarra checked on her and then walked away from the bathroom door.

When she saw herself in the passing mirror, she stopped, opened her mouth wide, turned the bathroom door, and looked back at herself. Samarra’s bathrobe was loose, exposing her left breast. Maybe it’s because she’s slippery.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Idiot! What are you thinking, Samarra? As she wiped his face, she muttered angrily to herself. Gosh! Embarrassing.

Zachary emerged from the bathroom but could not stand while looking at the woman sitting on the bed, who appeared distressed.

Samarra is hunched over, her hands covering her face. He’s unsure whether he’ll return to the bathroom or pretend he doesn’t see her. Zachary was taken aback and returned to the bathroom. He also went inside for a few minutes before returning.

Zachary frowned as he left because he couldn’t reach Samarra in their room. He went straight to the walk-in closet to get something to wear, and once dressed, he dashed down to the dining room.

“Mom,” Zachary said as he approached the dining area.

Where is Samarra, Zach?” When he finished kissing her on the forehead, Lorraine’s mother inquired.

“Is she not yet coming down?” Zachary inquired perversely.

“No, I would have instructed Leslie to call you and Samarra to your room at 10:00 a. m.,” she replied.

“When I exited the bathroom, Samarra was not in our room, so I hurried downstairs because I believed she was already there.” Zachary glanced at the maid standing close by.

“Has Zeke come out?” he inquired.

The maid Leslie immediately shook her head, and Zachary’s heart began to race.

He turned his back on his mother and said, “Mom, I’m just going to find Samarra.” As soon as he ascended the stairs, he went straight to Zeke’s room.

He is uncertain as to why he feels different.

Zachary pounded on the door of his older brother Zeke’s room for several minutes before he eventually opened it.

“What went wrong? If you knock as if you intend to break this door down?” Zeke asked angrily.

Zachary said as he looked around the room, “Ahm, Mom is waking you up.”

“Really?”

“Yes, why?”

His older brother Zeke laughed as Zachary frowned.

Zachary felt that Ezekiel knew why he was in his room, so he refused Ezekiel’s offer to enter when he said, “Come inside,” and even opened the door for him.

He did not wish to think negatively, but he could not conceive of anything Samarra could do.

“You sure?” His tone of voice was sarcastic.

“Yes, I apologize.”

Zachary, feeling embarrassed, reentered his room.

When Zachary entered his room, he went to the balcony for some fresh air, but he was stunned by the beautiful woman he had been seeking before he could join. As soon as he realized it, he was already hugging her.